Curiosity || Michael Clifford

Chapter 7

"Whoa." Ashton said walking over to my phone and picking it up. 

"Don't even touch it." I fell back onto the couch I was sitting on.
"Want to explain or forget?" Michael asked sitting next to me. I looked over at Calum.
"My best friend Kate showed up because my mom's a raging cunt." I pushed my hair out of my face. "So sorry if the cover gets blown. Kate can't be a raging bitch sometimes."
Michael shrugged.
"If she's your best friend she'd let you do as you please. If you want to have raging hot sex with four band members on your own you have the choice."
"Oh my fucking God." I pushed him. "Did that just leave your mouth?" He nodded. "It's what I've been waiting my whole life for!" I did a pretend dance.
"I mean angry sex is some of the best." Calum added in. I wanted so badly to gag.
"I didn't need to picture you having angry sex." I covered my eyes. "The image is like burned into my eye lids. Guys I think I might be dying. Is this what hell looks like?" I had everyone laughing, except Calum. He knew I was joking but he still wasn't laughing. Something about their energy made me act like this and I loved this side of me.
"So how'd this happen?" Ashton questioned.
I explained everything. I didn't want to dampen the mood but he asked and I told. I wasn't one to hide the truth. No matter how painful it was. I laid everything out on the table.
"But that is all beside the point. Michael you asked me here. So how did your stalker ass know that was my car?"
"I pay attention."
"I didn't drive hours to get the answer I pay attention."
"Your bumper sticker says Callingsworth." He looked at me. "Plus you came from that direction when you were a dumbass locking your keys in your car. And lastly your car was the only one in the parking lot so."
"I'm not a dumbass I'm just forgetful. Two different things." I glared at him. "I may be a college dropout but I can own your ass in smarts any day."
"Is that a challenge?"
"No. Fuck school things." I stood up. "I'm here to have a good time. I mean a shit time." I took off the VIP pass and put on Michael's. "Who is going to join me?" I walked over to the door.
"Oh no." Michael grabbed me. "You can't leave. Not this close to show time. You are stuck rocking out to music with us." He looked at Ashton to put on music as loud as he could.
I placed my hands over my ears and watched them all dance and sing along to the music. After a few minutes of that they ended up turning down the music and just relaxing on their phones. I sat by the door with my back against the wall watching them.
I found myself drifting into my own world. I wasn't focused on all of them. My eyes focused on him. I watched him walk over to the mirror in the dressing room and run his hands through his hair. I mean he didn't have much of it but he wanted it to look good before he walked out. I studied the way he put every hair into a position. There was no rhyme or reason. It was just what looked nice. I started to feel the way I did when I saw him shirtless. My eyes didn't want to leave him.
I had to come back to reality. He wasn't an object to stare at. He was a person with so much life inside. I finally got up and spoke with him. We hadn't done much of it. "You ready to have a shit time?" I asked walking up next to him.
"I should be asking you that."
"I mean watching you suck sounds so fun. I'm totally being forced into this and I do not enjoy it."
"I'd rather have you sucking but," he shrugged, "we can't have everything we want now can we. We will both have to not enjoy things."
"I guess I'm the worst groupie you ever had huh?"
"We get no pay off. Worst groupie in history."
"You know I could actually be the worst and tease the living hell out of you." I looked him up and down. "But that might make you late." I smirked.
"I could see you eye fucking me for the last 15 minutes."
"You must have miss interpreted that because I was just burning a hole through you."
He grabbed his shirt. "Fuck. I can feel the burn. I'm surprised you don't feel it. You heartless human." I smiled.
"Michael! Show them!"
"Go fall off the stage. I'll make sure to film it. Make it viral."
"I hope you go deaf and hate your life." He walked out and I followed behind him.
It was just as breathtaking the second time around. I understood why people loved preforming. You have the support of hundreds or thousands of people and it's mesmerizing. I still hated the screams but the performance was perfection to a t again.
The guys ran off the stage just as sweaty as they did the first time. I watched the fans leave the stadium just as I had the first time. It was like a stampede of people rushing to beat the traffic out of there. I had learned from stories that leaving a concert is excruciating. You can spend hours sitting in one spot. It's a never ending dread. After the stadium completely cleared out I walked out onto the stage. The crew was still working on tearing everything down. I sat with my feet hanging off the edge of the stage. I looked up and saw a girl standing at the back of the stadium. I quickly got up and tried to run off the stage when I heard my name.
"Indie Callingsworth." I stopped in my tracks as the girl approached the stage. No other than Kate Meekin was staring me down.
"Kate Meekin." I said taking a deep breath jumping off the stage to be face to face with her.
She grabbed the pass wrapped around my neck. "Michael Clifford. That the one you're sleeping with?"
"I'm not sleeping with any of them. But he is the reason I'm here well kind of. You shouldn't be here."
"You were never good at sharing Indie. Too scared they'll like me more?"
"I mean people always do, don't they?" I shook my head. "No this is fucking stupid. You are making me sound like Michael did when I first met him. I am always comparing myself to you and Blakely and I don't need to fucking do that. I am perfect just the god damn way I am. Fuck you Kate you should have stayed at college." I got help from a crew member to get back on stage and disappeared.
I found myself wandering slowly towards the dressing room. Replaying the conversation over and over in my head. A walk that should have only taken a few minutes took 15. I didn't want to walk into the room affected by what had occurred. I composed myself before knocking on the door to enter.
"Get lost?"
"Come on now. I'm not that stupid." I looked at the boys who were freshly showered in new clothes.
"How was the show tonight?"
"Just as shit as the last one." I said leaning against the door frame. "This one was definitely louder though. My ears won't stop ringing."
"Now imagine doing that almost every night."
"How do you guys still have ear drums?" I shook my head. "I think i might go deaf if I go to another show."
"Oh so you think you can show up to another show?"
"I practically had you begging me to show up Michael." I looked at him I was joking.
"You think that note was begging." He laughed. "I would never beg for a girl."
"Don't want to seem desperate huh?" I raised my eyebrow at him. "Having to prove yourself is pretty desperate." I looked down the hall watching people.
"You seem pretty desperate to leave."
"I'd much rather be suck here with you than out there with screaming girls. Even though spending time with you the four of you is torture."
"You want torture?" Michael grabbed my hand. "You're coming with me."
"Don't get too rough!" Calum yelled to us as Michael pulled me off.
"It would be fulfilling your dreams Calum!" I yelled back to him.
Michael pulled me to the stage most of the equipment had been taken off so it was barren.
"You're going to sit out there. Where everyone you despise sat for the show." He helped me off stage and over the fence that blocked my way. "Sit there." He pointed to a seat dead center of the front row. While I sat he got himself back on the stage and hung his feet off the edge.
"So I don't even get a performance. I see how it is. I'm just a piece of junk." I said to him as he sat there.
"You got to see one already."
"I don't get a personal performance. Alright. I'll make a note of that. Number 592 of why 5sos sucks." I smiled at him.
"I have something to tell you Indie."
"Why so serious?" I tilted my head.
"There is a rumor going around about us. Like it's trending on Twitter. Michael and Indie." I didn't know what to say. So I stayed quiet. He did the same. He wasn't going to talk until I did.
"If they want to make us a thing we should give them something to talk about."
"Am I finally going to get the sucking of my life?" I walked over to the fence and stood in front of him. I laughed quietly.
"You bet." I put my hands over my face. We were so embarrassing. People were going to talk all because of Kate. There wasn't anything we could do about it. Might as well make the best of a shitty situation. "Is it bad I want to rub it in your fans faces for treating me like shit?"
"You want to make them jealous because they can't get what you have."
"What do I even have?" I rested my arms on the fence and placed my head on my arms still looking at Michael. "Some good talks with these 4 shit people in a shit band? Who would want that? Psh I'd give it away." I joked. I wouldn't give it away. It took me away to a fantasy land I didn't ask for. The short time I spent talking with Michael blurred out everything. Instead of reliving nightmares about the accident I could relive spending time with really cool people.
"You have something they all want. Time with their favorite people."
"How are you their favorite people? You're just subpar people."