\\ she makes dirty words sound pretty • michael clifford //

Chapter 4: I wanna live under your skin.

After we got home from lunch, I was still feeling stirred because of Michael and I's little situation. Why had he been so nice last night and such a fucking dickweed today? 

I had done absolutely nothing. The only thing I could think of was that maybe whatever him and Nathan were talking about made him decide not to be friend's with me. But what had got him so ticked off?

Jasmin waving her hand in front of my face got me out of my train of thought. "So man, are you coming to their band practice tonight? Nate invited us, so I could hook up with Ashton again. It'll be fun, please come!" Jasmin pleaded with me but I just rolled my eyes and shook my head no as an answer. 

But this bitch was not having it. "Stop being so fucking pathetic. So Michael yelled at you? You're Alaska the fucking ice queen. Why is this tripping you out so much? Come on, babe. You know I love you and you gotta stay strong. 

Come to Luke's with me, we will smoke a couple bowls and eat a shit ton of pizza. Pweeeaaaaseeeeee." She finished, and her words gave me the jolt of confidence I needed to snap out of this funk and just get pissed at Michael instead of sad. 

"You know what dude, that sounds awesome as hell. I'm down." I stated and Jasmin fist pumped the air. "Only cause we're getting stoned." I added so she didn't feel like she got all the credit and she rolled her eyes and laughed at me, knowing exactly how stubborn I am. 

A few hours later and we were getting ready to head over to this Luke guy's house, as soon as Nathan got home from work. Homeboy has the longest shift ever, damn. 

My long hair was waved and I was wearing all black, leather jacket and biker boots. I wanted to look intimidating. Michael is about to hate his life. 

In all honesty, I'm kind of nervous to just show up and watch a random band practice, but I have to be there for Jasmin, it's like best friend code or some shit.

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Finally after what felt like forever, Nathan walked through the door and greeted us quickly before running upstairs to change real quick. And before I knew it, we were all in my truck and Nathan was giving me directions to Luke's house. 

"Nervous?" I asked Jasmin, as we were pulling into the driveway. "Psh, what? Nervous? Me? Yes." She rambled and I laughed aloud and Nathan snickered. "What about you, dumbass?" Jasmin asked me. "Wait, why would you be nervous?" Nathan butted in.

 I rolled my eyes. "Why are you always up my butt, Nate? I have no reason to be nervous, Jas is just fucking around." I spat as he knocked on the door. 

Within five seconds Ashton opened the door with the biggest smile I've ever seen on a  person, and immediately pulled Jasmin in for a hug, before we were even fully inside. 

"Hello!" He greeted happily, and guided us down some basement stairs into a pretty cool room, where the rest of the band was already setting up. 

My eyes instantly scanned the room for Michael and my heart felt like it was pounding in my ears. 

His back was turned to all of us and he only whipped around when Luke (WHO BY THE WAY WAS THE BEAUTIFUL BLONDE BOY WHO I MET LAST NIGHT WITH THE BEST BLUE EYES I'VE EVER SEEN) said my name.

"Oh, hi Alaska! I was hoping you'd come." Luke skilled, walking over and giving me a light hug. As soon as he spoke my name, Michael was starring at me, looking almost terrified. 

Like a deer in the headlights, and my mind couldn't decide wether to focus on Michael, and the entire mess that has come with that for the past 24 hours, or Luke, who was crazy hot and said he was hoping I would come. 

Hmmmmm....I really wanted to think of Luke as I sat down on the sofa next to Jasmin. But if I could explain in any way what was going on in my brain, it would be:

Michael. Michael? Why is Michael still looking at me? Is he looking at me? Out of the corner of my eye it seems like he's glaring at me. Starring? Maybe glaring? Michael. hOLY SHIT MY CHEST HURTS. MY HEART IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE. look at him. Just casually glance up to see if he's looking at you? No. Too risky. What if he is???? THEN WE'D MAKE EYE CONTACT!!!!!!!!! MICHAEL!!!!!

Once again, Jasmin broke my never-ending train of thought and tapped my shoulder, raising her eyebrows at me, as if to say he was looking, so I let my eyes wonder over the room and land on him. 

He was starring. So I stared the fuck back. I glared him down until he looked down at his feet. I smiled, ha! FUCKER! I won that staring contest. Eat a dick. 

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A few songs in and Michael hadn't said a word to me. He started staring again though. The second he had to sing in the first song that they practiced, his eyes darted to me. 

It was almost like he didn't even mean to look at me, but he couldn't control it. His eyes pierced into me and scratched at my very fucking soul. It blew me away. 

All I could think about was how fucking amazing his voice was and how I wanted to maul him. He's so damn hot....WAIT THE FUCKING MINUTE? What the hell am I thinking? 

Snap out of his spell, Alaska. It's just the music making you act fucking whack. You don't like Michael, Alaska. Stay away from Michael, Alaska. Stay. Away. LOOK AWAY.

I needed some air, I had to get out of there. I had to think of anything other than that green eyed devil. So I went out to the front porch to have a smoke. 

I ran up the basement stairs mid song. Michael was about to start singing and I just dipped. I heard him fudge up the words and his fingers stumble as he tried to switch chords. 

I effected him. That made me smile for some reason. All I wanna do is get under that boy's skin. I want to consume his brain. Complicate his breathing. I want to disturb his very being.