Instagram ⍔ Michael Clifford

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Her alarm blared through her ears around three in the morning the next day, and as much as she wanted to hit snooze and go back to sleep, she forced herself out of bed because she knew today was the day she would be meeting her best friend. her emotions could not be bottled up or else she would explode from excitement, so even though she had to wake up early, she had the biggest smile you have ever seen on her face, almost as big as the cheshire cat's.

around the same time she woke up, michael was getting dressed in some skinny jeans and a band tee, ready to walk onto his flight to buffalo, new york where he would be picked up by madison, the person he has been talking with for almost seven months. he was scared more than excited, he didn't mean for them to become best friends, practically inseparable, but it went too far and he was petrified to see her reaction once she saw it wasn't fan account mike, yet michael clifford, the one madison obsesses over. would she accept him or be angry with him? that's what he was afraid of.

she straightened her long lilac hair that stopped just above her waist. she had colored her hair the same color as her idol's before he had dyed it back to red, but she didn't think she would look as good in red as she does in purple, so she kept it.

it was summer in new york and she knew it would be at least seventy degrees today, so she wore a high waist bright bluish turquoise skirt that rose up to just above her belly button. it wasn't too short of bottoms, but also not too long, it was the perfect thing to wear to go meet her best friend. she threw on her floral bralette, it wasn't quite a crop top, but it did show her stomach (outfit in the media spot either on the side or above). she liked how the outfit looked on her, the bright color scheme matching her hair somewhat. she felt comfortable in her skin even though the nerves were eating her alive, what if he didn't like her?

he clutched the sign with his fan account user and a sweatshirt of his saturated in his cologne to his chest, the plane was an hour away from buffalo and he was already sweating buckets, not because of the weather either. he wondered what she looked like, if she was short or tall, if she wore glasses or had perfect vision, if she had blue, green or brown eyes. maybe she had hazel, but he would never know if he backs out and he wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't go through with the plan. he was going to meet madison whether he dropped dead from nerves before he could because she deserved to know who she was talking to for the past seven months.

she slipped on her worn out vintage black combat boots, the color not really matching the bright, happy color scheme, but they were the only shoes she owned, so they would have to work. before she stalled any longer, she grabbed the keys off her nightstand and rushed out to the car, starting it up and sending mike a quick text.

drunkmichael: im on my way to the airport, should be there in about an hour :)

she stopped at a starbucks on the way to where she was heading, ordering a white chocolate mocha because she wouldn't be able to make it to the airport if she didn't have caffeine in her system. she has been really good lately about going to bed around ten at night or earlier then waking up at the latest noon, so being up this early was not okay with her body.

he listened to songs that reminded him of her on the trip to buffalo, even played san francisco on repeat for an hour because although it was his band's own song, him and madison had sung that over DMs at one point in time. he smiled at the thought and looked at the television in front of him, ten minutes until landing. he turned off his phone after responding to the text he got from his best friend, everything felt so surreal.

quirkymichael: ahh landing in 10 minutes, see you soon :)

his legs were shaking nonstop and he had to constantly wipe his sweaty palms on his black skinnies, because he was that nervous. he didn't want to lose her, but he felt that he needed to show her that he was the real michael clifford in person, he didn't think she would believe him if he just sent a selfie and she most likely would be pissed and never talk to him again.