<{ Fear }><{ Michael Clifford }>

2

Why does Calum have to fucking ruin everything?!

I almost had a chance with Shea!

That fucking bastard.

I placed my back to the headboard of my bed.

I felt a little tear fall from my eye, as I wiped it away with my fingers.

I can't believe that she's actually moving in with me.

I got out of the bed, stretching.

I cried myself to sleep last night because of Calum's question.

I heard some shuffling and Giggling from outside of my room.

I put a pair of sweatpants on with a Metallica shirt, walking out and seeing Calum and Shea having a great time carrying those boxes.

They danced to P!ATD, sang and what not.

Shea noticed me.

'Hey Mikey'

She was kinda awkward, but still happy.

'Umm... It was alright, I guess'

Shea nodded, going outside to get another box.

'I'm sorry mate, I didn't know you didn't tell her'

'I just didn't want to scare her'

'I totally understand. I'll just tell her it was a joke'

'Okay, whatever. I'm gonna get some breakfast and help out with the rest of the luggage'

'U don't need to. We've finished'

'Oh, okay'

I walked over to the kitchen counter, getting a bowl and cereal, adding some milk to it.

I ate slowly, as I felt someone sit beside me.

I turned around seeing Shea.

'Mikey, please don't feel awkward. It's okay... everything will sort out soon. I promise you'

'Thank you'

Shea traced circles on my hand, as I looked at her.

I started leaning closer and closer, just inches apart from her lips.

'So, what we gonna do today?'

We pulled away, as Calum yelled.

'Whatever you want'

'Let's go partying tonight, there's a party right down the street'

'Pff, I don't know. I'm not that much of a party person'