That Clifford Kid (Luke Hemmings Sister)

2.7

I checked my phone before walking downstairs.

10:38 AM? I was in the shower for almost two hours? That's a record.

I walked downstairs looking at the ground, not making eye contact with anyone. My purple hair fell infront of my face, keeping it bluntly obvious I was hiding something.

"Dor? You okay?" Jack placed his hand on my shoulder. I shook my head 'no' before Jack wrapped his arms around me, hushing my cries for help.

"What's wrong?" He asked once I settled down. No one was in the living room but us and Luke. Ben and our parents was still asleep.

"I had a dream where Michael left me. I mean, cussed me like a dog, told me he h-hated me and befriended me for sex." I cried.

Luke walked over, placing his arm around me, as did Jack.

"Now Pandora Rose, you and I both know Michael would never do that."

"But the dream was so vivid. It looked like reality." I sighed.

"You know he would never. Now stop thinking like that." Jack patted my arm.

I nodded, wiping my eyes.

"You're right."

"Of course we are." Luke grinned.

"Assholes." I muttered.

"But hey! We are your assholes!" Jack laughed, Luke still grinning.

I walked back upstairs and curled my hair, putting it in loose waves.

I then pinned it back so I could apply a little concealer under my eyes and a little bit of powder. I primed my eyes then I used my Naked Palette and made a dark black smokey eye from the black and the matte creme color.

I finished up my make up. I walked to my closet, sliding the door open and picking out a black Jack Daniel crop top and my maroon shirt. I plucked some black heels in my grasp. I'm going different today. I put on the shirt and the short skirt. I slid on some knee high black stockings before sliding the heels on.

Damn. Not to be cocky, but I look good.

Honestly, this is the first time I've felt confident in a long time.

I walked down the stairs, slowly, using the banister as a helper cause let's be real here, I haven't wore heels in forever and they're seriously so damn hard to walk in.

I could see Luke sitting with the boys. Michael was the first to look up from his phone, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

He whistled lowly before getting up and walking over to where I was standing, the boys eyes following his every move. I walked outside to the backyard, him following in pursuit. I sat down on one of the lounge chairs outside, him sitting next to me. Luckily the chair was on the side of the house, out of everybody's view and was covered from street because of the wooden fence that was out up in previous summers.

"Damn." He lowly growled into my ear, "Why don't you dress like this more often babe?"

I blushed, luckily my foundation covering the redness appearing on my cheeks.

"I can still make you blush like made even after almost three years. I love having that power over you." He nipped at my neck. He leaned back on the chase before cheekily smiling at me. He opened his arms, suggesting me to come up and lay with him. I crawled up to him, laying in his arms, his hot breath hitting the back of my neck each time he'd breathe out.

He kissed the back of my neck before smirking. I turned on my back. He placed his hand on my stomach. I turned my head to look at him, directing my eyes to his lips then his eyes then back to his lips.

He got the hint before scooting up a bit so he could hover over me as his lips met mine. My hand in his hair and his hands running up and down my sides.

Nothing happened though.

It was just a simple make out session, no sex.

"Mikey! Where are you?" I heard Calum shout. He kept hollering Michaels name, his voice nearing us.

Michael quickly laid down beside me.

"There you are! Did you have fun?" Calum smirked, obviously knowing.

I laughed before getting up and holding my hand out to Michael.

"Totally."