And that's how it started. We found out that we had the same lunch and after that another class together.
That day we ate lunch together. Talking and learning about each other.
"Where are you from?" I'd asked.
"Sydney, Australia." He answered proudly. "You?"
"Here." I answered. "I've lived in the same house my entire life."
"That's cool."
We talked so comfortably, like, we were always suppose to know each other, like we had know each other.
We exchanged numbers at the end of the day. Michael sent me a text right away.
"Hey." It said. "It's been too long."
"I know. Ages."
"Can I walk you home?" The next text asked.
I considered, chewing on the inside of my cheek.
Then I replied "Sure. :)"
"So there I was in front of half of the school and the parents, singing my solo and my pants just fell down." I laughed. "I told my mom that would happen but she just said 'Gwenie, you worry too much.'"
Michael chuckled.
We came up to my house.
"Well this is me." I said.
"Nice." Michael admired my large home.
We lingered.
"I would invite you in but my parents aren't home and I can't have guys over if I'm alone." I said apologetically.
"That's alright." He smiled. "It was awesome talking with you."
"You too." I smiled not to widely.
I started to walk back inside.
He waited until I got in to leave.
By the time I closed my bedroom door before me, I was in love with Michael Clifford.
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FanfictionI was sixteen when I got pregnant with my boyfriend's baby. And then, before I told him, he left on tour. I couldn't tell him. I couldn't ruin this for him. But what do I say when he comes back to a daughter? Told in present tense and flashbacks...
