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1:03

Michael Clifford

Michael awoke to the sound of a woman softly telling him to get out of bed. It was extremely odd, and Michael had to open his eyes to see what was going on.

He wasn't in his dinky apartment. He was in an unnecessarily large bedroom, with at least five dressers and two televisions. Michael gaped at the size of the bed he was in, and he almost fainted when he saw the balcony and the marble lining of the windows.

"Luke, it's time for school," a petite woman stood at the door, an annoyed look on her face.

Who the fuck is Luke?

Michael just nodded. He needed this woman to leave so he could figure out what was going on. Once she left, Michael flung the covers off and slowly walked to the other side of the room, where a large bathroom was connected.

The mirror did not show his reflection. Instead it showed the reflection of a tall, lanky, broad-shouldered blonde with the most beautiful blue eyes that Michael had ever seen. When he lifted his hand to touch his face, he watched the boy in the mirror do the same.

That was when Michael fell backwards and hit his head on a towel rack. He held in the urge to scream some colorful words as he stood up and rushed into the room.

There was a uniform laid out on the now made bed, and Michael almost gagged when he saw it.

"I switched bodies with a rich fuckboy, this is great," Michael was taken aback by the sound of this person's voice. Luke. That was his name. That voice didn't match his face. It was much deeper and sexier than Michael would've assumed.

Michael Gordon, get your hormones under control.

Michael reluctantly put the uniform on. He hadn't worn khakis since that one foster family made him. That had been the end of that one.

Michael wandered downstairs, Luke's phone in hand. He assumed that he might as well take advantage of the rich-bitch lifestyle. And when he got down to the kitchen he knew that this kid was definitely a rich bitch.

There was a private chef placing breakfast foods on the counter.

"Shit, that smells fucking amazing," Michael wandered over to the food and just stared at it. He hadn't had good food in god knows how long, and honestly he wanted to eat every last bit of it.

So he did.

And soon enough, a man in a suit led Michael into a fucking limo, where a backpack was already sitting in the backseat.

When Michael arrived at whatever private school it was, he got lost within the first few seconds. Hundreds of snobby rush kids were running into him, causing him to almost fall flat on his face multiple times.

"Luke!"

Michael was bombarded by two bodies.

"Fucking hell, knock me down why don't you?" Michael huffed, pushing the two people off of him.

"Did I just hear Luke Hemmings say 'fucking'?" The short boy gasped. "Today is the dawn of a new era!"

"Shut up, Ashton, you're so dramatic," the tan one rolled his eyes and laughed. "He's probably just realizing that saying 'bad words' isn't an awful thing."

Michael scoffed, "My favorite word is fuck."

"Who are you and what have you done with Luke?" Ashton asked jokingly

"I'm Michael Clifford, actually, and Luke is in my body."

aye wussup any of you listen to one direction because hot damn olivia and never enough shit