Michael
"Wha- who are you? How did you get in my hotel room?" I asked. Startled by the young girl eating all of my chocolates.
"I'm a wanderer." She said as her face was smothered in the chocolate substance.
"And I've followed you."
No no no no.
She followed me?
A fan snuck into my god damn room I am so screwed.
"Look, you need to get out right now before I call security. I know you're a fan and you must want a picture but have you ever heard of respect for privacy?" I shouted at the young girl. She seriously crossed the fucking line.
She didn't respond and instead was staring blankly at me. She resembled a lost pup with those adorable eyes.
But I'm not Calum.
Nervous fans always looked like that.
"Hello??" I snapped my fingers in front of her face.
"Kid eating my chocolate?" I waved again when she still didn't respond.
"Just because you're frozen and quiet doesn't mean I can't see you kid."
She gulped a lump in her throat as she still stared directly at me.
"Y-you can see me?" She stuttered.
Of course I fucking can.
"C-can you really see m-me?" She asked again, pointing to her face.
I pointed to her face too, indicating I can very well see the girl standing in front of me.
"Yes. Kid with long hair, black leather jacket, face covered in chocolate." I said lifting my eyebrows.
"NO FUCKING WAY" she gasped as she dropped my chocolate bar to the floor.
What the hell man that shit was expensive.
"You need to get out before I call security." I said again in a low voice. I reached for her arm to drag her out and when I grabbed it, I felt a familiar spark run through me and I quickly let go.
"What the hell was that?" I asked looking towards her.
She just looked at me blankly not sure as well. I bet she has a buzzer hiding up her sleeve or something.
I was starting to think she was very dangerous.
"You don't understand..." She finally started to talk.
"Oh I understand very well. I'm tired and I'm drunk okay? So I'm really not in the mood. Please." I said gesturing her towards the door.
"No you don't understand. I-I followed you since you were in LA." She confessed.
"What?" I was completely confused. She came that far?
"I was the girl in the mini mart when you were buying these chocolates. I followed you all on the plane." She mumbled.
I don't remember her anywhere.
"I was sitting right by your feet in the first class section."
"This is nonsense." I said while running my hands through my hair. This fan has clearly stalked me, got on the same flight, and found my hotel room.
I've never experienced obsession so extreme.
"Please, you have to believe me. You're the only one who can see me!" She whimpered. I could sense the pang in her voice when she said this.
But I'm sorry she needs to go home.
"It's late kid, go home. Your parents are probably worried sick." I said as I started walking towards the door to open it for her.
She popped up right in front of me before I could turn the knob.
"Wai-wha-how did you get here so fast!" I shouted as I backed away from her.
I think I'm fucking seeing shit.
"Please you need to believe me! I'm a wanderer! I don't have a body and I don't have a home! You're the only one who could see me when I make myself invisible." She begged.
I can't process any of this.
How did she pop up in front of me that fast?? She just jumped out of nowhere I swear she was standing by my bed.
But instead now I'm standing by my bed as I kept backing away from the crazy girl.
"Please Michael." She cried. Real tears now forming in her eyes.
"You're making all of this up. You need to leave." I said as my voice cracked. I was done with her trippy shit.
I started walking to the door again when she started to sing something.
Everybody's got their demons
I froze.
Even wide awake or dreaming
I'm the one who ends up leaving
No one knew that song. This is impossible. This is my song, I wrote this. I haven't sung it to anyone yet.
Make it okay
She started to sob as I slowly turned back around.
And now that I'm broken
And now that you know it
Her voice kept cracking. I was slowly walking towards her now. Her back was facing me and her head was hanging low.
Caught up in a moment
Can you see inside?
The last line was nothing but a whisper. She started crying again as she rubbed her eyes.
"How do you know this song?" I demanded.
"Y-you sang it in the bathroom on the plane." She mumbled.
I did. I did sing it in there. But I was alone. She couldn't have been in there. It's too small for her to hide and I swear there were no hidden doors.
"You couldn't see me, but I was in there. You were peeing, and then, and then, you washed your hands and started singing." She explained.
"I followed you out of the plane and the flight attendant asked for a picture. Then you met a bunch of fans. Then you were in the van and the boys were talking about Luke farting. And then you were on the balcony saying glamorous and fighting with Luke and then you were in the bathroom looking at the jacuzzi saying 'This is the life'. Then you ran straight through me and I felt that spark. I think that's why you can see me, because you ran through me and there was a spark in my chest." She explained. Her eyeliner was smudged all over her eyes from crying.
"No fucking way." I whispered.
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SO THEY MET, LIKE FOREAL KIND MET
But Michael was being such an adult to her saying go home kid ahhahaha
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Wanderer (Michael Clifford and Chrissy Costanza)
Fanfiction"Wha- who are you? How did you get in my hotel room?" He asked. Startled by the young girl eating all of his chocolates. "I'm a wanderer." She said as her face was smothered in the chocolate substance. "And I've followed you."
