I unpack my last box glad I have my own apartment. That dorm was too small. Vanessa was annoying.
I had the Frats come over to help. Let's say Calum had troubles using a hammer without hitting his hands. I got on good terms with Calum again. Everyone expect Gordon had left.
"Why did you pick a weird book shelf with all sorts of curves?" He whines holding it together but it crumbles back down into a million pieces.
"Don't know"
He stood mad.
"I can't wait any longer" his jaw clenched. I felt arms push me up against a wall. Our lips in sync. He pulls of my jacket tossing it on the pretty new wood floor. Things got a big more heated. But I'm keeping that to me, Gordon, and my bedsheets.
"Frat" I said pulling on clothes.
"You weren't saying that a few minutes ago" he smirks.
"Frat"
"Grunge"
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After frat left I was thinking. Do I really like him? He's a frat. Begging for sex. Must I say he's good at it.
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I walk into Lukes front door. Or Frats I should say. "Friend!" I call out. "I'm in my room!" He hollers. I rub to his room and walk in. He lays on his floor doodling. "So friend can draw huh?" I smirk collapsing onto Luke. "Owwie" he fake cries.
I roll over and lie on my back.
"Pussy"
"Bitch"
"Fuckboy"
"Slut"
I slap Lukes hand. "I messed up!!" He whines.
"Ima go to bathroom"
I run the stairs walk down their hallway. "Gordon!" Someone moans. The pit in my stomach grows bigger. I feel my heart racing. I close the bathroom door.
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I turn into Lukes room and plop down on his bed, I'm glad it's April vacation. So I'll be so ending s lot of my time over here. Or at my place. "Luke" I whine.
"Yeah" he says closing his sketch book.
"Cuddle" I pout.
"Yeah"
I crawl over to him. He's probably my only friend now. We lay there nice and warm for awhile. Until Gordon bursts through the door. "What the fuck!" He yells.
Luke and I quickly untangle ourselves.
"It's not what it looks like" Luke says holding his hands up.
"Really now?"
"Yeah, atleast Im not the one fucking girls every night!"
"I do it because I want too"
My stomach flips.
"Unlike Luke over here"
"Maybe I don't want to get someone accidentally pregnant!" Luke stands up. He pushes Frat out the door. "Sorry, Gordon is a little drunk"
"He's always drunk"
"Okay true"
"I think Im going to go home and take a nap"
"Want a ride?"
"Nah I need the walk, I've been chilling with Cheetos and Netflix too long"
"Miss you friend!" Luke says giving me a hug.
"Bye friend"
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I walk down the hallway to the kitchen. Gordon sits there at the breakfast bar.
"Your such an ass" I mumble grabbing a apple.
"You have a nice one"
"Stop"
"No"
"Why are you so stupid?"
"Why are you so annoying?"
"Why do you go fuck with my emotions?" I snap. I cover my mouth.
"Because that's what I do, babe" he gets up and kisses my cheek. Dick. I wipe it off. "I hate you so much!" I hiss.
"You love me"
"Maybe I do maybe I don't" I take a bite of my apple. Turning on my heal. I start to walk but, I get spun around. Gordon bends down and holds onto my upper arms. "Do you?"
"I can't answer that" I say swallowing my apple.
"I like you"
"Do you have evidence to support your claim?" I giggle.
"Nah. But I got some pictures" he smiles. Aww. No. No Frats. "Follow young one" he grabs ahold of my wrist and lead me to his room.
"Stay there" I stand.
He opens up a chemistry textbook and shuffles through the pages. "See" he smirks. He walks towards me. He holds out a few pictures of me. "You painted me?" I tilt my head.
"Uh, yeah?" He smiles.
"These are amazing" I look at each one in awe. The hues of color all work together in the picture. I look up and he blushes. "I like you"
"Like like? Or like?"
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I walk to Lukes class he's in knowing he's about done. I stand outside the door and the theatre is two does away. I put down my bag and walk to the door. I quickly sit in the seat on the balcony and look down over the edge. "Michael you stand over here" Michael? I squint and see the red haired dork standing there with a script in his hands. "Lights!" Someone turns on the spotlight.
"Melody what's wrong?" He places his hand upon her cheek.
"I can't do this no more, Ron!" She pulls away.
"Do what?" He steps closer.
"This!" She starts flailing her arms.
"What do you mean, Mel?"
"Us, it's just not workings out no more" She cries.
"It's because I'm a greaser isn't it!" He turns around and kicks the trash cans.
"What do you want from me?!" He snaps.
"Noth'n it's over" she turns around on her heal and walks away slowly.
"Socs and Greasers aren't meant for each other anyways!" He calls out. He collapses onto the bench. And starts balling.
"Scene!" Someone calls out. I snap out of watching. Gordon is an actor? That was amazing. He is a artist, and is an actor? Gordon has some things to explain. Michael has some things to explain.
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When I get to Lukes I instantly take out my laptop and plop on his bed with him so close to passing out. In fact acted he landed he was out. I place my laptop on his back. He's out cold. Aww.
Showing results for : Michael Clifford
Www.Collegearts.org/SJPC/MichaelClifford.
I tap on that and scroll down the page.
Michael Gordon Clifford is attending Sulivin James Pulp College in Sydney, Australia. Known for his amazing piano pieces in high-school orchestra, outstanding artwork winning the Award that only one student would obtain for seniors. This acting is purely suburb. From being in Charlottes Web in year 7, Alice and wonderland in year nine, and many more see all of his performances by pressing here. Gladly being a all A student from year six to year nine, he accepts his full paid trip to Sulivin this fall.
There's much more but I don't want to be a stalker. I crinkle my nose as I close my laptop picking it up off Luke. Gordon has so much to tell me when he arrives. I wait a few hours in their living room as Luke is asleep upstairs. The door unlocks and a red hair dork pops out. "Explain" I smirk.
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A few things. Let's say that's a real college in Sydney, let's hope that's not a real website, and everything I want a artsy Mikey on the inside, but frat on the out. 20 reads until next update? Love you all :))
