5SOS Book of Imagines

Requests Week #3: For Cammie (Michael)

"Mom!" you shout from your bedroom. You don't get an answer so you know she is coming to you instead of shouting back. Why can't she just shout back?

"Yes, Cammie?" your mom asks peeking her head through the doorway.

"Mikey's parents are out of town and he wants to come over to hang out. Can he?" you ask.

"Of course. He knows he's welcome any time." she says smiling.

"Great, thanks mom." you say as you text Michael the good news. Your mom leaves the room and you collapse on your back onto your bed. You can already feel the butterflies forming inside you at the thought of him being there in a matter of seconds.

Michael Clifford is your next door neighbor. You have known each other since you were little toddlers and have been friends all these years, even throughout 5 Seconds of Summer's formation and success. But that doesn't mean you wanted to be. In actuality, you really like Michael. You have wanted to date him for years now but he has always had a girlfriend, quite a few of them. You have taken that to mean he isn't interested in you so you have given up. But that doesn't mean you can't grace yourself with his presence every now and then.

The doorbell rings downstairs and your heart leaps. You run down racing to the door saying, "I got it!" to your parents. Taking a deep breath you open the door to see him. Not surprising, he has a different hair color since the last time you saw him.

"Hey Cammie, it's been a while." he says coming in and hugging you.

"Michael it's been like a week. And your hair is already changed!" you say ruffling it a little.

"Ha I don't know what you're complaining about. You love my hair black. And you're one to talk, purple highlights." he jokes twirling one of your purple strands between his fingers.

You feel yourself blush a little but quickly stop when you hear your dad say, "Oh hi, Michael. Good to see you." He walks over and shakes Michael's hand.

"You too, Mr. Jones. Ready?" Michael asks you.

"Yep. We're gonna play some video games in the basement." you inform your dad.

"Alright. Just don't have too much fun down there." he says as you head down the stairs. You both laugh. He has been making that joke ever since you two started regularly hanging out alone. He doesn't think either one of you like the other, so he and your mom are perfectly okay with you being by yourselves. If only they knew.

Once in the basement you set up Halo. It is the only game you play together. "Ready for me to beat your ass again?" you joke handing him a controller.

"Oh please, that was one time." he says snatching the controller from your hand. You've been holding the one time you beat him over his head ever since it happened. You were quite proud of yourself for beating 'the king of video game nerds.'

You play a few rounds of Halo, Michael winning them all this time, and switch to Minecraft for a little while. Every so often you can't help but glance over at him, watching as he intently studies the screen. You wish that you could read his mind. Why hasn't he ever seen me as more than his friend? I'm not that bad, right? What does he even see in his girlfriend Vanessa?

"So..Mikey, how have things been lately? Things still going okay with the band? Life? ...Your love life?" you ask. The last part is slightly quieter than the others.

"Uh well the band is doing great, as you should know. Life is doing alright but the love life kinda hit a bump." he replies. You try not to let your excitement show.