Lies || M.G.C [COMPLETED]

Epilogue

"So" Michael said staring at the beautiful pale girl in front of him with green hair that had been playing with the straw in her cup. "So" she mimicked him causing them to giggle stupidly like young lovesick teenagers. But weren't they?

After Marsha had gotten to meet the rest of the band with Bethany she and 'Gordon' had been able to sneak out from under the public eye to get a few frozen beverages. First date you might say, but it wasn't strange between them. Although she'd like to differ and say that she felt like he was a stranger, she didn't.

She felt complete if that wasn't the chessiest thought in her head.

She thought back to what happened previously , reminiscing their grand meet up. She spun the straw between her cup as she continued to think with a small smile. Of course she realized that he lied to her, but actually...she kind of understood why. First of all she wouldn't even had believed him if he had confessed via text. It was possible for anyone to post a picture of someone they weren't.

She help the straw between her teeth and supped from it with a glance up at Michael that was watching her in content. His elbow propped on the table to rest his chin in his palm as he observed the young beau. "Don't say anything cheesy" she said quickly and quietly and he grinned at her, telling her how much he loved her with his eyes.

"Happy 18th" he said and she smiled popping a barely evident dimple then chuckled. "Thanks" she said and he hummed in response. "Np" he said and she bursted out with a giggle causing herself to slap a hand over her mouth. "Why'd you laugh?" he asking knitting his eyebrows together with both confusion and amusement at her.

"Nothing" she muttered with a quiet chuckle and she froze as she felt his hand on her wrist and looked from it to her. Of course it was delicate and showed no sign of wanting to restrain her, it was weird because she wasn't used to contact with him. "Oh come on babe. Why'd you laugh?" he said smiling and she tried to hide how the simple contact had made her breath hitch involuntarily.

He noticed.

"Well uh. It's just that. We text so much and you just replied in text format so I was wondering if all our conversations would have some sort of text thing because it's what we were accustomed to" she said in a squeak lightheaded from how tightly her stomach was clenched and the feeling of his hand on her skin. "We can find other ways to communicate" he said cheekily in a low tone as he caught on to how he was making her feel at the moment and she flushed as she nudged him then playfully rolled her eyes. "Shut up" she muttered and he chuckled as he whined "Oh come on why?".

"Because you lied to me" she mumbled and he sighed no longer laughing. "I was joking" she added quickly and he shrugged nonchalantly. "It's okay. You're right. I shouldn't have lied to you. But honestly I don't regret it. It maybe wasn't the best thing to do, but here I am with the best result" he said with a smile brushing a thumb over her cheek and she smiled as tears brimmed in her eyes. "I told you not to say any cheesy stuff. I'm lactose intolerant. Now my allergies are acting up" she said quietly with a shaky laugh and he chuckled.

"Well I'm Michael Clifford so I'll deliver the cheese where necessary. And too bad for your allergies cause I'm not done. May I proceed with you dying?" he joked and she choked on a laugh and a sob as she croaked out "No". "Good. The other thing I had to say is that, although I lied to you and said that I was Gordon when actually I was Michael...the feelings weren't lies. For all I know none of what I said was actually a lie seeing that it is my middle name-" "What about the thing about you being a light director person-" "I'm a light director. I directed your light in my dark lonely light" he retailed cheekily and she grunted as she wiped at the trails on her cheek.

"Don't cut me again" he retorted jokingly then added "Good. Now I don't remember where I'm at. I'll just cut to the chase and say I want to ask you officially to be my girlfriend. I won't force you to have sex with me even though I'm guessing that your ovaries are already exploding.-" "True" "I won't force you into the paparazzi's microwave just because we have a thing" he stopped with smile then chewed down on his bottom lip.

"And. I may share the love syndrome with you" he said quietly and she laughed causing more tears to stream down her face. Before he could even have the chance to wipe them away he was surprised with her mouth on his. "Yes. Happy Ever After ending" he muttered in the kiss causing her to giggle but they both froze as they heard someone in the distance.

"Is that Michael Clifford kissing somebody?!"

"Oh fuck"

{a/n : Ah. There. You asked. I gave XD xx}