That Clifford Kid (Luke Hemmings Sister)

3.2

The movie finished and I got up and went to the kitchen, cause ya know.. Food.

I heard footsteps not shortly after.

I felt arms around my waist as I raised on my tippytoes to look in the pantry.

"Its midnight, so you know what that means? Happy birthday babygirl. My babe is 17." A rough voice whispered in my ear.

I turned around seeing Michael standing there, a smirk present on his lovely face. I mean, holy damn, can that boy get any hotter?

"Thank you." I smiled, his lip nearing my ear. He placed kissed below it, smirking into my neck, pulling me closer.

"Are we interrupting?" Ashtons high pitch giggled rang in our ears, making us jump apart.

I slightly smiled, walking past the four guys and into the living room where our parents was still sitting chattering away, my dad and other two brother joining them.

Ben ran toward me once he saw me, lifting me over his board shoulders. I squealed, pounding on his back demanding him to let me go.

"Jack Hemmings wouldn't treat me like this!" I shouted, our parents and the boys giving me confused faces.

"Nevermind."

"Okay then." Jack shimmied the comment off.

Ben let me off of his shoulder, wrapping his muscular arm around me.

"See? Nothing has changed." I said, referring to the conversation that took place at the dining table one week ago.

"I know, but it was a lot more fun when you were little." He sighed.

"Enough of the sadness, YOURE FREAKING 17!!" Mum shouted, laughing, "My youngest kid is 17."

Joy patted her back in a comforting way.

"I guess we better start getting home Its late. Michael, are you staying here?" Karen asked her son. The other two mum asking their sons the same question.

"Im staying." Michael said, slipping a unseen, by our parents and my brothers anyway, wink in my direction. The other guys murmured their agreements while the mums got up and was starting to head out the door. Each boy gave a hug to their mum then quickly taking off in the direction of Lukes room. I hugged them as they wished a happy birthday before leaving the house.

I got up to my room, changed, brushed my teeth and got into bed, scrolling through instagram and twitter.

It was now 3:30 AM and I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. My door knob jiggled, the door opening seconds later. A body slipping next to mine seconds later. I was facing the outer part of the bed, the light from my phone making it nearly impossible to see anything. I heard a quick picture snap then typing. My phone went off moments later, a notification from Instagram. It was also posted on Twitter and facebook. He was one of those people that had everything set up so hed only have to post everything one time.

michaelgclifford: happy birthday babygirl @pandorarose

He posted the photo. It was me laying in bed, facing him. It was pitch black dark and you could see my face from the light that reflected off of my phone.

Likes and comments started filling up his instagram feed, as well as mine.

My phone was jerked out of my hands,

"Hey!" I protested, only to be cut off by his lips.

Michaels lips moved from mine and to my neck.

"Im going to make you feel so good, my little birthday girl." he mumbled against my skin.