Fanboy // Muke AU

6. Vincent McClare

Michael's POV

I woke up next to Bailey after our night of making love to her alarm going off. She was going out with her friends later today.

"Hey babe, who are going out with today?" I wondered.

"Nitty Malcom and Vincent McClare." She replied smiling.

"I used to hook up with Vincent McClare." I reminisced. "She was good."

"MICHAEL!" She screamed. "THAT'S MY FRIEND!"

"I know. I'm just saying we fucked once." I didn't know what she was getting so angry about.

"BUT YOU SAID I WAS YOUR ONE AND ONLY!"

"When."

"LAST NIGHT!" She screams.

"Oh, right." I replied. "If my dick is in you it doesn't count."

"UGH YOU'RE SO PATHETIC MICHAEL."

She stormed out of the room to get ready to meet her friends. I stayed in bed because who needs to be active when you can sleep. I'm still being active though. Well, active on Twitter. I like to stalk update accounts about myself. To see what I've been getting up to.

Also I like to see the cute selfies with fans.

I was currently stalking @mgc_updates_ to find the selfies from my meet and greet thing before the concert.

Then I came across this really nice selfie, with the cute boy. He had really good hair. One of his friends told Bailey to shut the fuck up. Honestly, I don't blame her.

I went on to the boy's account and had a stalk, I ended up like two years deep. Before that though, I came across another selfie. This time he was kissing my cheek, he looked so good. He looked so happy even though there was tears in his eyes.

I decided to follow him because he seemed like a cool guy. I looked at his most recent tweet-

@SexGodMike getting dragged out to the cool room by my slutty friends #fun

"I could go and find him!" I thought. It wasn't like I had anything better to do. Bailey was going out so I might as well spend my last night in Sydney looking for a hot boy.

I got up and took a shower so I didn't smell, then I went to decide what to wear. Well, I wear the same clothes every day. Band t-shirt, black jeans, black converse. It must look okay though because I get multiple messages a day from fans saying how hot I am.

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Later on I went out to my car so I could find that boy. I walked over to my security guard.

"Hey Dave!" I said, happy to see him. Me and Dave are great buddies.

"Hey Mike." He replied. "How's it going?"

"Good. I'm going to a strip club to find a boy." I can tell him basically anything.

"Cool." He said. "I can drive you there if you want?"

"Okay" I agreed. "Thanks mate."

So Dave drove me to the cool room. I sound like a creepy guy going to stalk someone from Twitter, but I'm sure it'll be worth it. Not like I have anything better to do. Without Bailey around there's nothing to do in the house.

When we got to the club Dave escorted me in. There weren't many fans though. It's not likely my fans would go to a strip club.

There were a few of my older fans in there. I took pictures with them and talked to them. They were all kind of slutty. I danced with them anyway.

I went away to find the cute boy, but I couldn't. It was pretty crowded though so it was taking ages. And it was kinda dark.

After a while and a few drinks, I went to the toilet and had a piss. While I was in there some guy emerged from the darkness of the club and stood next to me at the urinals.

He looked familiar, too familiar. The hair, the blue eyes. He looked up at me and his mouth dropped open. I just stared at him. Honestly I was just happy he was looking at my face and not my dick.

"Yo-you-you're MICHAEL." He whispered. He seemed to have a stuttering problem.

"How'd you know my name?" I said, idiotically. Sometimes I forget I'm famous.

"You followed me on twitter!" He said in awe.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

"OH!" I shouted. "You look different. Flat hair, no lip ring. It's a good look.

"So uh." He started. "What do you think of a cheese mobile?"

"That would be great." I laughed. "It could play music like an ice cream truck."

I finished peeing and went to wash my hands, he did the same.

"You're cute. What's your name?" I asked him.

"Uh...it's-" I think he just forgot his own name.

"Do you know it?"

"It's...LUKE!" He shouted. "I had a brain fart I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Luke." I smiled. "So do you have a girlfriend?"

"Um, I don't like girls." He looked at the floor. "Like, I like guys."

"Oh, cool. I like both."

"But you have a girlfriend." Luke muttered.

"But she's being a bitch." I sighed.

"Really?!" His face lit up.

"Yeah." We stood in silence for a moment, but it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable.

"Do you love her?" Luke said.

"Well I-" I began. "I don't know."

"That means you don't." He said confidently. "If you loved her you would have said yes straight away."

"Okay." I scoffed. "Who made you the love guru?"

"If you'd met my friends you would know." He laughed. "One of them is in love with someone who has a girlfriend, and the other is in love with- well everyone."

"I see your point." I laughed. "Well
I should probably go, here's my number beautiful." I gave him my number then left the bathroom.

What just happened?