Naive || Michael Clifford

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Mine (USA): Pls dont' give any of our numbers out or like our personal stuff and shit

Me: Oh mY GOD YOURRICHALE CLIIFORD HI omg I promise I won't

Mine (USA) : Can o trust you?

Me: Yes ofc, id already leak it if i wanted to. trust me, i really wont tell, i know the feeling when something rpivate of yours gets out without your consent

Mine (USA): ok thank you, im going to try to get some sleep now, its 3 in the morning here

Me: okay, goodnight, nice talking to you :)

Rea had to remind herself to start breathing again, placing Michael's phone -she couldn't believe she was actually able to say that- on the counter and leaned against it, taking a deep breath to calm herself down. She always loved Rockers Bell, it was a place she went to every time she didn't feel good or if her anxiety was causing her troubles. The workers there all knew her, she was a regular. She didn't just buy their stuff, sometimes she went there just to hang out, especially when Daisy was working because she was her best friend, but the others didn't mind her coming in at any day either, even when she brought a book with her and sat on the old and cracked red leather sofa they had against the wall at the back of the store and read for hours. Sometimes, she payed them back by buying them coffee before she walked in or some sweets which is something they all loved about her. But right now, she loved Rockers Bell even more. It might just be the best thing that has happened to her in her entire life.

Her stomach rumbled after a few minutes of standing there with the biggest smile on her face and she decided it was time for dinner. She popped the new 5 Seconds of Summer album into the record player because she was in the mood for their music and also because she fucking had Michael's number and she thought it suited the occasion and she put the kettle on, waiting for it to boil so she could pour it over her cup noodles. The evening consisted of her eating her dinner on the couch, watching re-runs of Friends on the TV to the point when she fell asleep, the TV still brightly lit and the music still playing in the background. Talking about saving the electricity.

The next morning she woke up with sun shining directly onto her face, making her squint her eyes as she half blindly walked towards the window and pulled the blinds half way down. The first thing she did was check Michael's phone, curious and also still kind of not believing that this thing, Michael's phone, will be staying at her apartment for quite a while and after that he would come and pick it-

Okay holy fuck she was going to meet Michael. No fucking way this was happening to her. For years now she's been dreaming about meeting him, him and his band quite frankly saved her life and all she wanted to say was thank you. But now, after realizing that she was actually going to meet him, in flesh and blood, she was already nervous and the day isn't even close yet. Her mind filled with all sorts of thoughts, the first one being: What if he thinks I'm disgusting? It wasn't a secret that she had major confidence troubles, she wasn't going to deny it and she couldn't help her thoughts. The fact that this was the first thing she thought about disgusted her but she couldn't do anything about it.

She swipped across the screen of Michael's phone seeing that he sent her a text and her heart stopped, stomach feeling funny. Insecurities aside, he couldn't see her now so instead of feeling the bad kind of nervous, she started to feel giddy, with her stomach doing double back flips. She could hardly keep her screams from erupting from her mouth. Neighbours, forgive her please.

Mine (USA) : hellooo hows my baby?

The sound that escaped her lips after she read the text didn't sound human at all. Try maybe a raptors screech, or something. She'll probably have police knocking on her door soon, I mean, there's only so much unhuman screams that her fellow neigbours could take.