That Clifford Kid (Luke Hemmings Sister)

4.2

It's been about three days since we've been home. Nothing unusual has happened other than the boys not being over a lot. They was spending time with family, that being completely okay but it was strange not seeing them everyday in the living room playing FIFA or some other video game.

My phone buzzed on the coffee table infront of where I was sitting, reading a book I've been meaning to finish but really didn't have anytime.

I slowly leaned up once it buzzed once more, making me curious on who was texting me at 11:30 AM.

Luke was upstairs catching up on much needed sleep and Ben and Jack, well I have no clue what they was doing. Mum and dad was at work, leaving all of us at the house by ourselves.

I plucked the phone from the table, unlocking it. I didn't have a passcode. I had one for a long time but i got tired of having to enter it so I deleted it. Plus, I don't have anything to hide on my phone so I don't really care if anyone looks through it.

Michael: I'm tired, needing cuddles, and hungry. Come over. I love you and miss you.

Michael: please?

I sighed, pushing my glasses up on the bridge of my nose and closing the book. I was in his over sized tshirt that reached my kneecaps. It normally reached around his waist, maybe a couple of inches longer, but where i was shorter than him, it was much longer on me. I got up off of the leather couch and going into my room and slipping on some jeans. I redid my messy bun that held my violet hair up. I slid on my vans before yelling to my brother that I was going to Michaels, receiving a response from Ben only. I guess he was he only one up.

I crossed the street, knocking on the door with Karen answering.

"Hi dear. Go on up." She smiled, hugging me then shooing me in the direction of the stair case.

I cringed at having to climb stairs once again. I've had enough exercise for one day.

I started walking up the stairs then reaching Michaels room, slowly opening the door, stepping in, and shutting it behind me silently. He had his eyes closed and had his phone resting in his hands on his stomach.

I slowly walked over to him, sitting on the very comfortable bed. He opened one eye, slightly smiling at me.

"Hey. How you feeling?" I asked quietly, pushing the hair on the side of his head that wasn't covered by bandages, back into place.

"Like shit, but I'll survive." He groaned before scooting over, letting me in the bed.

I unbuttoned my jeans, slipping them off, crawling into his bed and under the covers. He sighed as he placed his arm down and pulling me into his chest, being careful cause of his face.

"I love it when you wear my shirts." He mumbled into my hair, "and I love you."

"I love you too." I whispered, listening to his steady breaths, signaling he had fallen asleep.