"so then he was lecturing me, like he was my dad or something," i exclaimed, "calum too!"
taylor laughed, "lecturing you about what?"
i didn't really want to explain to her, "cause i don't pay attention in school," i lied.
"oh mikey," she trailed off.
we had been on the phone for like the past two hours, but i wasn't really complaining because i had nothing better to do.
calum was still at ashtons, i had went home because they wouldn't get off my case.
i know i wasn't the best with relationships, but they could at least give me the benefit of the doubt.
"oh shut up," i replied.
"hey mikey?"
"call me that again and i'll hang up," i threatened.
"ok, michael?"
"yes, taylor marie?"
"hey that's not fair, no using my middle name, until i know yours!" she whined.
"didn't you have a question?"
"oh yeah, did you ever make that picture your lockscreen?"
"no," i said.
utter and complete lie, it was my lockscreen and her contact picture, but she didn't need to know all that.
she yawned, "rude."
"you tired?"
"a little," she yawned again.
"more than a little, obviously," i replied.
"hush."
"go to sleep," i said.
"mm, no."
"now."
"no mikey."
"goodnight," i said, quickly pressing the end button.
after a few moments, as expected, my phone vibrated with a text.
why'd you do that!?
i replied,
i already warned you about calling me that.
she didn't reply after that so i figured she had fallen asleep, so i decided to follow suit.
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a/n:
ok this sucked
cut me some slack, it's three in the morning here
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Exception [M.Clifford)
Fanfiction" you are the only exception... " ••• in which michael is an asshole who doesn't care about anyone or anything except himself... until taylor comes around at least.
