Murder House - A Michael Clifford Fanfiction

Chapter 11 - Overheard

Michael and I sat on my bed that night. My parents were home now. I had asked him more about kids.

"So.. Can girls that are dead have kids? Because guys that are dead can-"

"No, girls can't. It's just weird to explain. I don't really understand it," Michael shrugged.

"Yeah, because guys can but girls can't. That's just weird," I looked at Michael. He shrugged once more.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"Does being dead feel weird? Does it feel any different than being alive?"

"No, not really. Violet didn't know she was dead until Tate showed her her body, remember?"

*Jennifer's POV* (her mom)

"Oh yeah. Why do you still call him Tate if he's your dad?" I heard Pandora ask Michael as I walked past her room. What was she talking about? The Tate that I had met? He's around their age, though. What was she talking about? I walked downstairs, not wanting to spy on her.

*Pandora's POV*

"I don't know. It just seems unnatural to call him dad.." Michael explained.

"Okay," I nodded, understanding.

"What are you guys doing?" Paul bursted into the room, laughing.

"We're just talking!" I exclaimed.

"Okay.." Paul laughed, "what are you guys talking about?"

"Michael's dad," I told him.

"Oh okay."

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, sort of annoyed.

"I just wanted to see what you guys were doing. And I wanted to scare you by coming in unexpectedly. I saw you both jump. It was so funny," he laughed again.

"Are you, like, high or something?" I raised my eyebrows at him, "or drunk?"

"No! I'm just happy, so I'm laughing a lot."

"Okay.." I rolled my eyes, "I don't believe you." I smirked at Michael, taunting Paul.

"Whatever, Pandora. I don't care what you think," he pouted at walked out. I laughed. He bursted back in.

"What are you laughing about?" He tried to sound demanding, but it was terrible. He didn't sound mean or demanding at all.

"I was laughing at you."

"Not with me?"

"No, not with you. I was laughing at you," I told him, "now.. Bye!"

"Okay.. Bye," he finally left. I looked at Michael and rolled my eyes. He laughed.

"Now what were we talking about again?"

"Tate, but we had finished the conversation."

"Okay. What else do you want to talk about?" I asked him.

"I don't know. You?"

"I have no idea."

*Jennifer's POV*

I had some laundry to give to Pandora that was hers, and I was standing outside of her door as I heard Michael make a comment, "Why were you asking me about being dead feeling weird? Why do you want to know?"

Something definitely weird was going on. What was he talking about being dead? I had no idea, but I was worried. I suddenly burst in the room before Pandora could answer him and handed her her washed jeans.

*Pandora's POV*

I thanked my mom, and she left. I then bent over to put my jeans in the bottom drawer of my dresser. Michael made a comment about how good of an ass I have. I hit him and he just laughed.

"So answer my previous question," he told me, "why did you ask me about that?"

"I just wanted to know," I shrugged.

"Are you sure?" He wondered.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Because I thought that you were going to say that you wanted to be dead too..."

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-Lizzie xx