Don't Make This Easy

2: Dreams

Hey everybody! hope you guys like this. took a bit of thinking to get this done, but because I don't have a job, go to school and don't sleep much, i'll update as soon as I get creative. Sort of like Josh Ramsay when he was writing Astoria. He had so many ideas that he just brought the studio home to record there...

i'm rambling. sorry folks...

ENJOY!!!

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NOBODY'S POV

"Jase, I've been in love with you for a long time, even before we left Sydney."

"Why didn't you say anything Mike? You should've told me sooner."

"I had no way to tell you. I never knew how. I wrote songs about you. I even played them for you when with the boys at a show you came to."

"I always come to your shows though."

"I guess you just never paid attention..."

"No. Don't say that. I'm your number one fan remember?"

"Yeah you are."

An uncomfortable silence fell upon the two, as they stared at each other. Soon, as the tension began to deflate, they both began to lean in, not knowing how it would end up.

As they both began to close their eyes-

MICHAEL POV

"MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD, GET YOUR ASS UP OR WE'LL BE LATE."

Well, that's the end of that.

Don't you hate when that happens? When something you've been waiting for so long is so close to happening, and then it just vanishes?

...

No? Just me? Alright. Well it's not as bad as the dream I had with 2009 era Halle Berry and Selena Gomez. God dammit Luke. You had to put that in my head.

It's better than Will Smith showing up. That would've been awkward.

Oh shit, school starts in 10 minutes, and Sikowitz does NOT like when newbies are late.

*sniffs*

I gotta shower. I smell like balls.

JASEY POV

God dammit if I didn't love this kid to death I'd be home. Alone. Away from him...

Those moments where you know for sure that something you did looks all amazing at first. Don't ever listen to your gut. You'll begin to second guess yourself. If I didn't love that boy I don't know what I'd do.

I feel a tear slip down my face as the shower starts. The bacon is just about to finish cooking as I notice my arm. The scars, now fully healed and barely visible. That's where I would be if it wasn't for him. That was the hardest time of my life. I've never seen him so scared to lose anyone. He was always brave enough to take charge of anything and not look back.

But the look on his face that day, the fear and pain in his eyes. I haven't seen him that hurt since his fight with his father. And he was so hurt because of that. Not even the guys back home could help him. They just locked me and him in a room and had me updating them as to if he was ok or not.

Here's an overview of that night. He wasn't. In fact he got worse.

Calum thought it'd be a good idea to leave a bottle of tequila in their practice space while I had went home to clean up and get into new clothes. By the time I returned, ten minutes later, the bottle was empty. And the tears kept coming.