Fame // Michael Clifford

Prologue

He told me she was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. She was funny and cute, and drop-dead gorgeous. She seemed clever and witty, and her smile was breathtaking, her laugh was like music. Her eyes sparkled and her voice was like honey, smooth and sweet. She was perfect, he said.

"A girl like her would never want to be with someone like me." Michael sighed, flopping on his bed and staring up at his ceiling fan.

I remember feeling bad for my best friend. He was honestly a great guy, and I would have dated him myself - if he wasn't my best friend. He was funny, clever, sarcastic and fun, and he was really attractive - even though he couldn't see it. He made every day better, but he was still just my best friend.

"Even her name is perfect," He said. "Angelina. Isn't that beautiful?"

"It is." I agreed. And I meant it. Angelina was a beautiful name compared to Dawn. That's my name, by the way.

Dawn Crystal Camilo.

It was rare and unheard of, nowhere near elegant and flowing, like Angelina.

Dawn. I am dish soap.

"I mean, we had one conversation," Michael continued his rant. He did this every now and again - ranted over a pretty girl he had bumped into or met online. But this was different. He spoke so highly of her, like he knew for sure that this time, it was real. "But hell, Dawn, I'm telling you. She's a fucking goddess."

"Well, make your move!" I laughed.

"I don't have a move!" He exclaimed, sitting up, his hands resting in his lap. "She makes me so nervous, she'd never want me."

"Why not?" I frowned. Michael had a habit of speaking lowly of himself, especially after encounters with the opposite sex.

"Well, because...She's Angelina. And I'm a Michael."

"A Michael?" I asked, not quite understanding.

"Yes. I mean, what do us Michaels even do, you know? I can't win a girl like that over!" I thought it over for a minute. There was no doubt in my mind he could win any girl over if he really wanted to, he just needed some faith and trust and pixie dust.

"I got it!" I shouted, startling the boy. "I know how you can get the girl!"

"How?" Michael asked, jumping up and placing his hands on my shoulders. He shook me as he spoke. "Telllll meeeee!"

"Tell her about that band you're in!"

Michael's smile faded, and he shook his head.

"I wasn't looking for a sarcastic answer, asshole," He replied, unamused, but I, on the other hand, was rolling. "Seriously, Dawn, I need to know. I need help. You're a girl, what do girls like?"

"Flowers, puppies, bad boys and guys in bands," I responded honestly. "I'm not being sarcastic, Mike, I'm being serious. Give your band a bit more time, she'll fall at your feet, I promise."

"But I don't want her to like me just because I'm in a band, okay?" Michael was getting frustrated. "I want her to like me just because I'm me."

"Well, then be you! You can bring the band up casually sometime. Because if you think about it, that is a part of who you are." I smiled. My Aunt Jennifer always told me I should go into law and become an attorney of some sort, because I always make the best points during arguments.

That and the fact that I'm an overly sarcastic bitch; and I had no problem admitting it either.

"Damn you and your amazing arguments," Michael sighed, a hand repeatedly running through his colored hair. He had recently dyed it from its natural blonde color to a darker brown, and I liked it a lot. "So, I get to know her for now...But then when do I ask her out?"

"That's up to you," I shrugged. "You'll figure it out when the time is right. Just don't stress, take your time. And stay confident. You've got this."

"Yeah, I've totally got this," Michael said, doing his best to speak with confidence, but his voice shook. We'd have to work on that. "Wanna see if there's anything on TV that we can actually agree on?"

*****

I had always had faith in my best friend's band, I knew they were going places. I adored the other members and I promised them that when they got rich and famous, I'd buy all of their merchandise, and a front row concert ticket at every show, and every damn song they released onto iTunes.

But the day they were asked to go on tour with the world's biggest boyband was probably the happiest day of Michael's life.
Not only was his band's dream coming true, but the girl of his dreams had finally agreed to be his girlfriend after months of him trying to win her love.

I was happy for him. My best friend's life was getting better and better with every passing hour, and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be a part of that. I had never been happier for my best friend. I was proud of him, and I knew there was so much more for him in the future.

I just wish I would have noticed earlier that something did not seem right.

*****

Author's Note:

The prologue is a teaser-type thing. I won't be posting chapters for awhile. But finally! A Michael fanfic! This was originally a Luke fanfic idea, but I decided against it because I already have two Luke stories and none about Mikey.

This is going to be cliché and cute and adorable and frustrating and filled with feels and jealousy and happiness and tears and pride and bitch fights and...Ugh!

I'm so excited MAKE THIS HAPPEN!

Okay, so I'm trying to follow the boys' history, blah, blah, blah. The prologue obviously took place in their YouTube/TMH Days. The starting chapters will be from like the beginning-ish of ROWYSO or something.

Vote, comment, recommend! I love you.