Curiosity || Michael Clifford

Chapter 4

Indie's POV
I wish I could say that work the next morning was easy but I could barely get out of bed. I felt like the day dragged on forever. It wasn't just the drinking that made the day awful. I had been to work plenty of times hungover. It was last night as a whole that made the next day so draining. Somehow I made it through. I think it was, no it was fully because Kate surprised me at work. She wasn't supposed to be back from college for another week but somehow she got out of all her finals meaning she could come home early.
"Secret keeper" was the first thing she said to me as she walked up to my register. I put hand to my face.
"Oh don't start." I rolled my eyes. "I have my reasons."
"I'm your best friend you can't keep things from me."
"This I have to keep a secret. Not because of me but because of who it involves."
"And who is that?"
"Secret aka the reason I didn't say their name in the first place. Don't push it Kate." She knew when and when not to push my buttons. She knew she wouldn't get anything out of me so she dropped the topic there.
"Dropping it like you drop the mic at karaoke." I pretended to drop the mic causing her to laugh.
"I mean when you are as good as me at karaoke you'll be allowed to drop the mic. Until then walking away must suffice."
"Oh fuck you." I smirked and laughed with her.
The thing about Kate and I was we did pretty much almost everything together. Getting hired at the movies was a best friend affair. We both got hired together and were scheduled all the same shifts. As much as our boss hated putting us together, we did our best work when we were amongst each other. Most customers called us the sisters, even though we had no relation.
"I've got to go let fuckface know I'm back early. What time are you out?" I looked at the clock before answering her.
"5, so I've got just over 2 hours."
"Any movies going in soon?" I glanced through schedule.
"Yeah there's a few." I listed off the options. She picked one and got her ticket before heading upstairs to speak with our boss. We all hated him and dreaded the long elevator ride to his office.
By the sounds of it she was coming home with me. Which I definitely didn't mind. I missed the hell out of my best friend. I didn't care if my parents didn't want her over. She was coming. Whether they liked it or not. I needed a ride to my car anyways, since Kate drove she could give me a ride there instead of my parents. I was better off going with her.
"Ready to go?" Kate was waiting for me in the break room.
"So I kind of lost my car last night. Mind taking me to it and I'll just meet you at my place?"
"Is this part of the secret?"
"No." I answered as if I wasn't hiding things. The less suspicious things were the better. I had to keep things short and simple not to get caught up in lies. If I told her something she believed it so I wasn't questioned more.
She drove me to my car and dropped me off. At least that's what the plan was. The ground was still littered with things from the night before. Just like me, she was a curious woman. She got out of her car and decided to investigate just like I had the night before. I wanted to make sure that I was going to be able to get in my car so I went to unlock my car with my spare pair of keys when I saw something on my window. I quickly grabbed it before she could see. Words were written on paper. A bit hard to decipher the chicken scratch but I had lots of practice.
"Don't lose your keys next time. Then you won't have to own our fans. Also I know this is your car. Guess you'll have to come to another shit show to find out how. I mean if you don't already know why.
x 'Famous' Michael"
As my eyes read the paper Kate walked around the parking lot. She looked like a crazy homeless person. I placed the note in my back pocket as Kate started to head towards me. There was no way should could ever see that.
"You get in?" I nodded as I opened the door.
"All good. Find any clues?"
"No." She glared at me. "Just garbage." I laughed.
"Garbage picker." I said as we both got in our cars. I took a deep breath trying to take everything in. It wasn't even just the note. The possibility of Kate getting any hints scared me. I was being quite selfish with the situation. I mean they probably didn't care if I told people, but I just didn't want to tell people.
As I sat processing everything for a moment I realized one thing. Michael's pass was somewhere in my room. I was too drunk to remember where it had ended up. I didn't know if I had taken it out of my shorts. The whole night was just a blur. If it was out in the open my secret was no longer going to be a secret. I quickly started my car and tried to beat her to my place. As soon as my house was insight I knew she had beat me. I hoped that my parents stopped her but there was no way of knowing until I got inside. I slowly opened my front door hoping to see Kate standing there. Much to my luck she was but as soon as I entered she headed straight for my room. I walked behind her wanting nothing more than to push past her.
She opened the door and my eyes quickly began to scan the room. My eyes landed on the shorts from the night before. I saw the lanyard hanging from the back pocket and instantly felt relief. It wasn't sitting out in the open for her to find. I was safe. She went straight to my bed and plopped down on it. I picked up the shorts and threw them in my closet looking for something to change into.
"What's life been like?"
"My parents still want me dead." The analogy was one I shouldn't have used but I did.
"That's not true."
"They would rather me be gone over her." I pointed to a photo of my sister on my wall. "I'll never be Miss perfect Blakely Callingsworth." I stared at the picture of her. I then began to realize how much I sounded like Michael. He was comparing himself to his band mate while I compared myself to my sister. We were more alike than people would ever guess.
"You're being a bit harsh on yourself Indie." Kate put her arm around me.
"I will never be what my parents want me to be. I never wanted the life Blakely had. The shit will never be me. Going to school will never be me. That makes me unable to be a good daughter. You've heard it all before Kate." I shook my head. "I'm over it."
Blakely was my older sister. She was an actress. From the day she left my mother's body she loved being on camera. She was the picture perfect daughter to a T. She was classified to most people as a LifeTime movie actress. She never wanted the well-known big jobs. She liked her comfort zone and my parents were fine with that. She was our family's shining star.
She had just landed a new job. With a new job, meant new costars. Blakely liked to plan pre-parties to get to know who she was working with. The only problem was she never liked going alone so I went with her. I regret ever walking myself into the party. Blakely being 2 years older was able to legally drink. Since it was a work party I wasn't allowed. When Blakely wanted to feel comfortable in a situation she drank so that's exactly what she did at every pre-party. I became the dd, dedicated driver, for the night. That's when everyone's world came crashing down.
We left the party. I hated driving at night but I did it for my sister. She was beyond drunk. When she drank she became very controlling. Which made driving with her awful. She grabbed the wheel while I was driving and I fought all I could to control the car but I couldn't. She swerved us into oncoming traffic. She was killed instantly. I might have to say I came out untouched like someone was protecting me. The only thing I left with was bruises and a scratch from a ring along the top of my leg.
Blakely was my other half. People compare Kate and I as each other's half. Kate and I's friendship doesn't even compare to Blakely and I. Losing my sister was the hardest day I ever had to face. It will always be my fault. No one tries to listen to what actually happened. Everyone accuses me of murdering my sister. I mean they use lesser words but they might as well just use it. Another thing to add to my parents list on why to hate me. Kate knew all of it.
"Your parents have always sucked." Kate said messing up my hair.
"Tell me about it. I've been dealing with them for 20 years." I laughed.
We caught up for a few hours doing all we could to avoid my parents. It was easy. If I was home they wouldn't care to check on me. We had a mutual hate for each other.
"Indie. You know once I have something on my mind I want to know the answer."
"Yes, you are very persistent."
"Since you can't tell me what you were up to, or who you were with last night, or really anything. Can you give me hints?"
"I had plans to be naked in my bed watching tv all night. That didn't happen. There was a lot of dick sucking talk. The night concluded with a few half naked men. Then finished off with no keys and calling my mom from a strangers phone to come get me."
"What the actual fuck did you do?"
"Trust me, it sounds way worse than what happened."
"I am you best friend Indie."
"And my lips are zipped, locked, and key thrown."
"Can't I have a hint Indie? Jesus you have never been this serious about something."
"I've never been in a weirder situation in my life. That's why."
"Don't avoid the question."
As much as I didn't want to tell her, I also really wanted to tell her. I wanted to be able to talk about the night. I felt like if I talked about I would be like a fangirl. As much as I didn't care about them or the experience, it felt like if I were to tell someone I would be bragging. It wasn't like that at all though. They were all just genuinely nice people. They were easy to talk to and joke with. Everyone deserves people as nice as 5sos were to me in their life. Even though they tried to push me away, they realized what they were missing. I mean who could turn away the girl who showed up alone and dreaded every decision she made to show up. Michael clearly couldn't.