Murder House - A Michael Clifford Fanfiction

Chapter 16 - Names

"Well.. It's a long story," he warned me.

"I don't care. Tell me every detail: how, when, why, who. Everything. I want to know," I told him

"Why are you interested all of a sudden?" He looked at me like I was crazy.

"Just because I want to know, I never really thought about asking until now. So.. tell me about it," I smiled.

"Okay," he sighed. He began playing with his hands like he was trying to remember what had happened. When he remembered, he started to tell me.

"So I was living here at the time, we had been living here for just a little while, even though I'd lived her for longer times in the past. It was just mum and me living here when I died, however. I sort of made Chad mad-"

I laughed, "Chad mad.."

"Panda," he laughed at me because I laughed at him.

"Go on. Why was he mad?"

"He was mad because I had messed up 'his house'. A stupid thing, right? I had a party when my mum was away and the house got a little messy, but I was going to clean it up. Before I could, Chad got mad and, you know.."

"Oh my god, that's terrible!" I exclaimed. Why would someone get mad and kill someone just because of that?

"I know. But.. If that wouldn't have happened, I'd probably still be living here, and you would've never moved in. Then, you wouldn't be with me and you wouldn't be pregnant," he told me. He had a point.

"Yeah," I smiled, "I hadn't thought of it that way."

He shrugged, "I don't know. I guess I'm just trying to look at the positive with my death."

"I thought you said you liked Chad, though," I remembered.

"Yeah, I do. I grew up around him, and he loved me as a kid, but maybe me being a teenager and hanging out with my friends instead of him sort of pissed him off, I guess.."

"Maybe, yeah," I agreed.

"I love you, Panda," he smiled, placing his head on my shoulder for a second.

"I love you too," I kissed his forehead, "and I love that nickname."

"I know you do.. That's why I use it all of the time," he told me, and I smiled.

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The next morning, I woke up from a terrible dream. I was crying and breathing heavily. I grabbed onto Mikey's arm, who was lying right beside me. He turned quickly to me and asked me what had happened.

"I- I dreamed-d about y-your dea-th," I cried.

"Don't worry about me, baby, I'm fine, and I'm here with you. Don't stress out about it. That's not good for you," he placed his hand on my stomach, "or our baby boy."

"I know. I'm fine.. I just needed you," I smiled at him, wrapping my arms around him, "maybe we should think of names now that I'm up and won't be able to get back to sleep. You know how I am.."

"Yeah. What names do you like?" He asked, sitting up.

"I like Preston," I smiled.

"I've always liked Daniel.." He looked at me before smiling. (A/N: Mikey: "Daniel, which do you prefer?.. Me too, buddy!")

"Preston Daniel? Daniel Preston?"

"I like Preston Daniel. Preston Daniel Clifford.. That's cute."

"Yeah," I nodded.

"That's our baby. Our creation," he put his hand on my stomach.

"I know. Crazy, right?" I laughed, putting my hand on his.

"I love him, though," Michael put his arm around me. My hand was left on my stomach.

"I can't believe that soon we'll be parents.."

"And we'll have a child to look after and take care of.."

"Yeah," I smiled, but then my smile faded away. I was still young and was having a baby. I wasn't sure how I felt about it, but I couldn't change it now.

"Are you okay?" Michael asked.

I nodded, "I'm fine. I just was thinking about us still being pretty young. I'm happy though."

"That's good. Because I am too," he smiled before putting his arm around me and keeping it there. I cuddled up to him and fell asleep for a while more.