AU: Y/N is the twin of Michael Clifford, their almost complete opposites just that they're both people that hate it when people talk. But unlike her brother and his friends she never gets caught. Instead she helps the boys, out with school work and even fixing them up. One of her closest friends, will start to show his feelings towards her. Its just that he doesn't know how to, and is scared what the others might think.
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"Seriously, why did you get into this fight again?" She asked her brother friend, looking at him with a disappointed look on her angelic face. Sure she had blemishes and acne scars but that made her even more beautiful. And it didn't change her in anyway, she didn't think less of her self. She was confident and that's what I liked about her.
"Well you see he was saying some shit. And I just had to fix his wording of it, plus his face." I told her looking up at the ceiling so she could get under my chin, the large scrap where my chin came in contact with the cement when he had the upper hand.
Shaking her head her black straight hair falling into her face, " I don't understand why you just didn't ignore him." What she didn't know was that the guy was saying shit about her, reasons why she probably hanged out with us. They weren't good reasons why.
"Calum? You here?" Michael shouted walking into the kitchen, seeing Calum tall frame on the counter and his sister slight medium frame on a chair tending his bruises and scraps.
"No shit Sherlock, of course I'm here. Where else do we all go to after getting into a fight?"
Shrugging his shoulder's Michael grabbed a soda, not really feeling like having a beer. "Well you never know, you might have went to your own house for once." Michael murmured out looking down at the ground, " Yeah that's never going to happen so get use to me being here." Calum hissed out as the alcohol came in contact with the scrap.
"Stop filching!"
"It stings! Sorry!"
Michael looked between his sister and his best friend, at least one of his best friends. Michael always had a gut feeling that Calum liked his twin, but would always deny it when he would get another girl. Though he didn't know that every time that he would get suspicious of Calum, Calum would get another girl and through some more parties.
"So are you going to be throwing a party tonight?" Michael asked slowly, not sure if he should or shouldn't ask him. Calum looked at Michael the same way he always does, as though he was going to jump down from the counter and beat the living hell out of him. For some reason, that no one new the reason behind. Calum hated discussing the parties that he had in front of Y/N, and their was a reason behind it.
"Party? I want to go if you are throwing one. I always hear about them but never, go to one because I hear about it afterwards." Y/N pipped up look between the boys with hope in her light brown eyes.
"Well I won't be throwing one anyways, I need your help with my homework."
"..You never do your homework though.."
"Yeah well I'm trying to become something better, do my homework over the weekend instead of throwing a party."
"Yeah bu-"
"You're always telling us how we should stopping partying and do are work. So I'm taking your advice and do it." Calum stated defensively, jumping down from the counter he left without another word. Leaving Y/N and Michael there, looking at one another and then back at the way Calum left.
Hopping down from the chair that Y/N was on, she grabbed an apple before taking a bite out of it mumbled, " He worries me sometimes." Nodding his head in agreement with his twin, "Sure does."
"Is he going to have a party?"
Shrugging his shoulders, "Probably.. I'll take you if he does."
The slamming of the door opened, signalling that the rest of the boys where here. "Michael? Y/N? Calum?!" They heard the all to familiar voice of Ashton shout into their empty house. The twins rolled their eyes, and Y/N walked out of the kitchen and went to her room. She knew by now that when either all three or four boys got to together it wasn't pretty about what they talked about.
"Hey!? You're not going to even greet us?" Luke hollered, looking up the stair case at the twin. Shaking her head, she proceeded to walk up the stairs giving Luke the middle finger when he kept pestering her.
Laughing loudly, Luke went to the kitchen to see Ashton with a beer and Michael with juice. "Seriously Man? Juice? " Luke questioned raising his eyebrow and pointing a finger at the juice box that read Grape.
Leaning against the counter, Michael nodded his head in agreement not caring that it wasn't beer. "So is Calum throwing a party or not? I need to know?"
"I'm pretty sure he is, since he does one ever Friday." Luke mumbled out the tip of the bottle on his lip. "Why do you ask?"
"Y/N wants to go to one."
It fell silent after that, Ashton and Luke were the only ones, that knew Calum reason why he hates having her know about the parties. Even though they wouldn't tell Calum since he doesn't even know that they know.
"Well..ugh.. we'll tell you if he is or isn't." Ashton spoke up finally breaking the silence, nodding his head Michael left the rest of his juice box on the counter. Leaving the other two boys in the kitchen, thinking about what they had saw that night.
"Should we tell him?" Luke looked at Ashton, Ashton seemed to take a minute and think about it. Then decided with a simple shake of the head, Luke sighed not arguing with his older friend. He didn't seem it was right to keep such a secret from Michael, one of his best and closest friends. " He should hear it from the one that saved her.. not us."
"But Ashton, we are his friends. We need to tell him what happened that night."
"It's not are concern."
"But it is though Ashton, He needs to know. If Michael figures out that we knew, when ever Calum tells him. We are dead."
Leaning against the wall, by the kitchen. Michael stared at the wall crossed from him, the painting on the wall. What his friends were talking about was beyond him, but he knew that he had to figure it out. What ever it was it involved Calum and his sister.
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"It's been 5 hours Michael, is he or isn't he throwing a part-" I was cut off by someone coughing, from behind me. Turning around I was taken a back from what I see. There was Calum, in black sweatpants that wear a little baggy, with his Green Day shirt that had way to many holes in it. With his back-pack hanging from his left shoulder, it seemed to be heavy it must have some text books in it.
"Ugh.. no party tonight. Some kids at are school, are not to pleased."
"Ugh.. well.. You have homework?" I ask him turning to look at Michael jerking my head towards the door, indicating that he should leave. Taking the hint he patted me on the head and nodded at Calum.
Leaving Calum and I alone, clapping my hands together I look at him with a smile on my face. "Let me guess.. Math?" He smirked nodding his head, his little curls falling in his face.
Her curly hair was falling in her face, as she was explaining to me how to find the y for x. But I could still see that faint mark, on her cheek that seemed to be more out there than normal.
"J-Just leave me alone!" She slurred out, pushing away the guy that kept trying to force himself on her.
"Hey you paying attention?" She asked looking at me, nodding my head I solve the problem she had given me. With a proud smile she started to explain something else, that I did not understand.
"Hey leave her the fuck alone!" I shouted punching the guy in the face, my fist repeatedly punching the guy. Blood slowly started to come out of his nose and then his cheek. But after a while it wasn't just a little,turned to ton more.
The look on her face has she explained to me that the line wasn't parallel because of some other line, I looked at that little mark.
Hearing a cry, I stop letting go of the guy. There she was, a little cut on her cheek. Her blouse torn, hair messy and make-up smeared, I took pity on her and blamed myself for it. How a guy like him had gotten to one of my parties was beyond me.
"Why are you looking at me like ?" I could hear her sweet voice and see her brown eyes, but all I could think about was that little mark on her face. How it was my fault, reaching out I cup her cheek in my hand. Stroking my thumb over it, "God I'm sorry," I whisper connecting are lips together
