You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

To The Moon - Chapter Forty-Eight

Mia's POV.

I groaned as I tossed and turned in my bed. Period pains are one of the worst pains I've ever experienced, just behind having a blade glide over my hand.

"Will you guys stop being so cute?" I whined, pulling my pillow over my head.

Michael and Casey were cuddled up on Whitney's bed while she was out with Calum. Even though my back was turned towards them, there was no mistaking that they were having a heavy make-out session if the sloppy wet sounds were anything to go by.

"Nope." I heard Michael mumble before more kissing was heard. I groaned again, but this time it wasn't because of my stomach. They were sickeningly cute.

I was happy for Michael. I had never seen him smile so much, he's even smiling more than Ashton. There was so much joy radiating off of this boy that no one in his presence can ever feel upset. He makes the whole room full of life with his hyperactive behaviour and positive outlook on life. Everyone needs a Michael Clifford in their life and I'm lucky to have one.

I did kind of feel like a seventh wheel when we were all out together though. There was Michael and Casey, Calum and Whitney and Luke and Carly. I suppose I had Ashton but it wasn't the same as cuddling up to someone or sharing kisses when we think no one's looking. That's what everyone else did while Ashton and I flicked food at each other.

Maybe I should just date Ashton.

"Sorry, Mimo. We came here to cheer you up and all were doing is making you feel worse." Michael said and the next thing I know, I feel a giant toddler jumping on top of me.

"Michael," I whined. "Get off me."

Michael giggled before rolling to the side, lading straight in front of me. He pulled the pillow from around my head and chucked it behind him. "Hi."

"Idiot." I rolled my eyes but couldn't keep the corners of my lips from curving up into a small smile.

"Thanks," Michael smiled, tilting his head to the side and shrugging his shoulders. "So, I think we should go out for the day."

I wasn't really feeling like going out. In fact, I wasn't really feeling like getting out of my warm bed. There was literally no energy left in my body at this point and all I wanted to do was sleep for a couple of weeks.

"How about we stay in and watch The Little Mermaid instead?" I grinned.

"No, lets go out." Michael retorted.

"Or we stay in."

"Or out."

"In."

"Out"

"In."

"Casey, tell her to stop. Tell her we should go out. Tell her, Casey." Michael whined like a five-year-old. He was acting like Casey was his mother and his sibling just stole his teddy off of him.

"Michael, stop being a child. If Mia doesn't want to go out then she doesn't have to. We could just go back to my dorm and find something else to do." I could hear the suggestiveness in Casey's voice which made me gag and Michael to blush.

"Ew. What you two do when you're alone does not need to be heard, thank you very much." I grimaced. I'm all for Michael getting laid; I just don't want to hear about it. It's bad enough when he tells me he's got a boner.

Michael giggled again. He was so giggly recently. "Sorry, Mimo. And no, Casey, I don't want to leave Mia today, even if it is to have amazing, hot, sweaty, rou-"

"Thank you, Michael. No need for details."

"Anyway," Michael sighed. "Lets go to the zoo and forget all about Luke and Curly Fry."