5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines (ON HOLD)

Michael #1

For Kirsty again! :)

“He’s looking at you. He’s looking! At you! Oh my God!” Your friend, Gina, squeaks. “This is so wow!”

You don’t look at where she’s looking, knowing her eyes are on Michael Clifford.

That’s where everyone’s eyes generally are.

“Kirsty!” Gina hisses. “Michael Clifford is looking at you!”

“You’ve mentioned.” You shrug. “So what?”

“So what!?” Gina’s voice is breathless. “He’s only the hottest boy in school, that’s what!”

You shrug again and stare down at your sandwich.

Truthfully, you’ve harboured a secret crush on Michael ever since your first day of Year 7, when he had accidentally run into you and then helped you pick up your books.

Now it’s a few years on, and your ‘relationship’ over this time has been limited to a few shared glances and shy smiles and the occasional “hi” in the hallways or a “what was the homework again?”

You never let yourself hope for anything more than this, because you don’t want to have your hopes dashed.

After all, Michael is the hottest boy at this school, and why would he go for you?

Sighing, you finish the last bite of your sandwich and stand up to throw it in the bin, but instead you find yourself face to chest with someone.

“Uh…” You say stepping back and flushing. “Hi?”

Gina gasps.

Peeking up through your lashes you see the casual smile, green eyes and black and blue hair of Michael Clifford.

“Hey, Kirsty.” He says, and your heart flutters. “Do we have English next?”

“Um, yeah.” You manage a smile, which he returns.

“See you then, then.” He walks away, back to his friends and you sink into the seat next to Gina, who has her mouth wide open.

“You just talked to Michael.” She says.

“I know.” You give her your signature cheeky grin. “But even better, he spoke to me!”

You and Gina immediately launch into a conversation about the colour of Michael’s hair and then your English homework, which (surprise, surprise), Gina hasn’t done.

The bell rings, interrupting your conversation.

Rolling your eyes, you and Gina grab your books from your lockers and walk to class.

You’re almost late, thanks to your lock refusing to open, and by the time you and Gina scurry in, there’s only two seats left.

One is beside a random girl and one is beside Michael.

You wrinkle your nose as Gina gives you a wink and hurries to the seat away from Michael.

Praying you won’t trip or do something embarrassing, you take a seat next to Michael, who smells really good (you note this with a blush).

As your teacher marches in, you try to pay attention to his lecture on Shakespeare, but are almost instantly bored with his droning voice.

A scrap of paper lands on your desk and you unfold it hurriedly, never breaking eye contact with the whiteboard.

Then you drop your gaze and skim the note.

Having fun?

You scrawl a reply.

Loads. Shakespeare is obviously the most interesting man on this planet.

I thought that title belonged to me.

A little cocky, are we?

Depends

On?

Do you like cocky guys?

You raise your gaze from the crumpled paper and raise an eyebrow.

Michael smiles shyly back.

You hide a smile as you reply.

Depends who the boy is

And if that boy was me?

“I’ll take this, thank you, Kirsty, Michael.” Your teacher swoops in and grabs the note. “Why don’t you share your fascinating conversation with the class, hm?”

You flush tomato red, bowing your head parallel to the desk.

But you hear Michael chuckle and you peek out through your hair at him.

“I was just going to ask Kirsty out, Sir.” He says.

“And what were you going to say, Kirsty?” The teacher asks, obviously hiding a smile.

“Yes.” You whisper, embarrassed.

“Wonderful.” Your teacher hands you back the paper and returns to the front of the classroom. “Now that your dates sorted, may we return to Shakespeare?”