catfish // mgc

☼ f o r t y - o n e ☼

                  

If you would have told me a year ago that I was going to be cliff jumping, I would have laughed in your face.

Now, if you would have told me a year ago that I was going to be cliff jumping with Michael Clifford in Australia, I would probably sign you into a mental hospital.

After that thrilling experience, Michael and I swam around in the open ocean for a while, messing around with each other before we trekked our way back up to the cliff to gather our clothes and head back to his house. We attempted to sneak in, since we'd gotten home pretty late since someone had gotten hungry (you should have seen the look on the man's face when Michael pulled up in the McDonalds drive through practically naked), giggling as we ran past Michael's dad, who was passed out on the couch.

Today was a brand new day. And my last day.

"Why'd you let Close As Strangers die?"

"Mae-"

"And Wherever You Are?"

"M-"

"English Love Affair is slowly going too."

"Jesus Christ."

"And Unpredictable! Oh my God, that one's my favorite fetus song."

"Mae!" All four boys shouted at me, making me groan loudly in the van. We were on our way to Luke's house after an amazing home show.

"But whyyyy!" I whined, slapping my hands down on my thighs.

"We can't stay fetus 5SOS forever," Ashton sighed.

"We have to grow," Calum added and Michael snorted.

"Yeah, Luke still has some growing to do," he snickered, shoving Luke's shoulder with his own.

"Fuck off!" Luke shouted, his face clearly turning red even in the dark van.

"Muke confirmed," I mumbled to myself, but Calum heard me and giggled quietly.

"No way. Calum, you know you're all about that Cake," Michael wiggled his eyebrows, grinning like an idiot.

"No!" Calum defended, his eyebrows furrowing. Michael laughed loudly.

"Oh Luke," he suddenly moaned out, making my eyes widen.

Michael Clifford just moaned Luke's name. RIP muke girls.

Luke smacked him across the head.

"Shut the fuck up Michael," he snapped, but his eyes danced with humor.

"Don't even get me started, fuckface," Calum retorted to Michael. His jaw slacked a little and he let out a moan this time. "Oh Mae."

"Hey!" I yelled, throwing a water bottle at Calum while Michael threw a fist at his crotch, sadly missing. Calum and Luke laughed and Ashton giggled quietly, shaking his head while staring out the window.

"Oh Mae," Luke moaned this time, and my face was starting to heat up. Why, oh why was this happening to me.

This is probably ever fangirl's dream but all I can think about is committing homicide.

"Stop dragging me into this, you cum stains!" I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest and letting my hair fall in my face in hopes that it would hide the redness.

"I bet that's what Mike's bed is covered in."

"Oh my God."

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"Are you mad at me or something?"

I snorted, quietly mocking him as I walked ahead of him when we got back to his house. Once again his parents were out, leaving us completely alone.

Which was something I did not want right now.

"Mae, c'mon," he whined, trailing behind me.

I stood on the front porch outside of his house, with my arms crossed defensively over my chest as I stared harshly at the ground, waiting for him to unlock the front door. When he finally did – after staring at me for the longest time – and I pushed past him and inside the house and headed straight for his room.

Once I reached the room, I turned to slam the door shut but he halted the door with his hand, causing me to glare at him. He stared at me with confusion and hurt etched on his face and my heart lurched for a second.

"You're locking me out of my own room?" He asked, frowning. I huffed, blowing a few strands of hair out of my face.

"Please go away."

"But this is my room," he stated, a smile tugging at his lips. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Go. Away."

"Can you at least tell me what I did wrong?"

"The fact that you don't even know what you did just makes it worse," I sighed, pushing all my weight against the door till it made the satisfying click sound, and I locked it.

"But I'm a guy! We never know what we do wrong!"

"Sounds like a personal problem," I muttered under my breath.

See, I was overreacting. I knew I was, that's the sad part.

Earlier I had been lying on Luke's bed (oh my god???), sprawled out and on my phone while the boys sat on the floor playing FIFA. Ashton had left shortly after we got to Luke's, saying he was meeting up with Bryana for some ice cream and maybe a movie. I had burrowed myself under the covers, trying to block out the boys yelling at each other.

I was growing slightly annoyed because I was going home tomorrow morning and all I wanted to do was spend time with Michael, whether it was watching a movie, or listening to all the ATL albums, or him taking me on a short tour of Sydney, or just lying in bed and trying to guess how many stars are in the sky. But instead he was playing video games with people he saw every day.

Was it so selfish to get just a few more hours with him before I go God knows how long without seeing him?

Probably, but I was still upset nonetheless.

So why not make things worse my telling him to go away when all I want to do is spend time with him.

Confusing, I know. I'm a complicated person, don't judge me.

It also doesn't help that I am so damn stubborn, so as Michael calmly – but somehow panicy – knocks on the door a few times, begging for me to open it and tell him what he did wrong, I ignored it. I kicked my Converse off and slipped out of my skirt. Gritting my teeth, I yanked my shirt and bra off, and fetched an old tattered shirt of Michael's and pulled it over my head.

I couldn't tell if I was madder at him or myself.

But somehow in the back of my head I knew that I was mad at myself, and not him at all.

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(a/n)

do you ever listen to michael sing and just want to cry at how angelic and emotional and raw his voice is like fuck man

ok before you get all mad at mae for being a bitch (which I know y'all will), keep in mind that this is how mae is.

keep in mind that michael is the first boy to actually accept her for who she is and she's struggling with trying to comprehend it; i.e. why she was like "I'm more mad at myself" at the end. She knows what she's doing, she knows she's being a dumbass

also I had to fuck shit up cause everyone was way too happy

sorry not sorry

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