If He Only Knew

whats his name again?

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THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY CRAPPY PANCAKE BC MUKE AF (you don't get it lol)
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Michael was surprised. "Really? We've gotta lead?" he asked excitedly, "Kinda thought we sucked too much for anyone to sign up." Calum shoved him playfully and ruffled Michael's deep purple hair. "You bet," he winked, "He seems enthusiastic, but he's a little shy, so basically the opposite of you" he finished trailing off a little. Michael paused, his facial expression unreadable, but he was deep in thought. What was he going to look like? Will he fit in with the band? Will they become friends?
Michael was snapped out of his trance by a clearly mad Calum. "Hello?! Earth to Michael? Wanna see the picture or not?" he asked, waving his phone in front of Michael's face. Michael reacted in less than a second. "Oi-" Calum started to say, but Michael already had Calum's phone firmly in his hand. Michael's eyes widened. The boy in this picture was tall, like fucking six foot, with a button shaped face and blue eyes. And damn were they blue. Michael liked the blueness of his eyes. They were like the sky whenever he went to the coast. The boy also had a tall blonde quiff that looked messy but styled at the same time. He had a lip ring. A black, thin-wired lip ring. None of the other boys had piercings like Michael, except him. Michael had a piercing through his right eyebrow. He always thought it defined who he was. "A lip ring." He thought. "That maybe suggests he's the same as me. But he doesn't look it. With those damn blue eyes. Stop it Michael, you're getting ahead of yourself." With an absent mind, he swiped left, to see the same boy, but a video. "Is this a video message or something?" Michael asked, not taking his eyes off the phone. "Yeah he sent it yesterday." Calum answered. Michael sat down on the couch and pressed play, intrigued. The voice that came out of the speakers was raspy and low, but he sounded very young at the same time.
"Hey Calum!" The boy started, he had a strong Aussie accent, just like Michael's. His face fell a little
Why didn't he say Michael's name?
"I just wanted to say thanks again for letting me join the band, I really appreciate the opportunity. Really excited to meet the rest of the guys, Ashton and...what's his name again?" the blue eyes flashed up, making eye contact with the camera, his chiselled face blushing. A look of realisation came across his face, and he continued, stuttering a little, "Oh yeah," he giggled, "Michael..." He finished. Michael's exterior was unfazed but inside he felt like a million butterflies were fluttering around in his stomach. His giggle after he said Michael's name finally had an effect and a wide smile spread across Michael's face and his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. Calum eyed him curiously, but returned to his expressionless exterior when Michael glanced up at him. "Well," the blonde haired boy concluded, "See you guys tomorrow!" he smiled and then attempted to shut off the camera, but ,very cutely Michael would've added, failed to find the button making him stumble around trying to find it. Michael giggled. He giggled. He hadn't done that in a while. He finally managed to shut off the camera and the phone returned to a play button, with the boys face smiling as a thumbnail. Michael wished he could look at it forever, but he obviously couldn't. He handed the phone back to Calum standing up slowly. Suddenly a flash of memory shot through his mind,
"See you guys tomorrow!"
Crap.
"Wait a minute," Michael started quietly, "he sent that yesterday right?" Calum nodded confused. Michael had a sudden panicky look on his face. "So that means he's coming...today?!" He asked, his voice rising. Calum started to look mad, "Oh well done Michael! You know what tomorrow means!" He cried sarcastically, "Yes Michael, he is, as soon as Ash picks him up from the airport."
Michael was out of the living room in less than a second and went into the bathroom, slamming the door a little. Oops, Ash would kill him for that.
"Crap" Michael said out loud, looking at himself in the mirror. His purple hair dye was fading by the second. He tried to think of a colour, but the only one popping in his head was those eyes. Those god damn perfect blue eyes. He grabbed his box from under the sink and closed his eyes and grabbed a random bottle. Sky Blue it read. Of course. He sighed and began dyeing. Once he was finished blow drying he dashed into his room to get dressed, forgetting to clean the sink. Sorry Ash he thought. The second he was done putting his classic "Idiot" shirt on, the doorbell rang. Michael froze. He was here.