<{ Fear }><{ Michael Clifford }>

3

We were at this wild teenage party.
Shea begged me to go with her, so here I was.
On a couch, Shea by my side on her phone, and some teens making out.

Ew

I looked at Shea, as she scrolled trough Instagram, looking at girls put on makeup.
I nudged her shoulder, as she looked at me.

'You don't need all of this. You are already beautiful'

'Thanks Mikey'

She put her head on my shoulder, cuddling closer to me and continuing her Instagram scrolling.

I looked at girls dance.
Basic bitches who drink wine from a carton box.
I suddenly pulled Shea onto her feet,bringing her to the dance floor.
We danced and laughed.
I took some vodka for her, and she almost choked to death.
You could tell that she was a
'Good Girl'.

She never tried alcohol before, and that's what I like about her.
She doesn't like getting drunk, or smoking weed.
Which is good.

'Let's go out for some fresh air'

She coughed from all the smoke inside of the house.
I nodded,walking out with her.
We sat on the grass in the backyard.

'So, how's life?'

She asked me.

'Eh, not that bad'

'Any girls around?'

'Well, there is a special girl I like her. She is beautiful. She actually looks a lot like you'

'Why like me?'

Now or never,Michael

'Because she is you'

She looked at me, shocked by my answer.
I just gulped, and grabbed her face, pulling her to me and kissing her.
I was waiting for this moment for a while now, and there's no Calum to ruin anything.

I pulled away, looking into her sparkling eyes, a blush making its way to her cheeks.
I got up, pulling her with me trough the crowd of people, getting outside and running to our house.
When we got inside, I attacked Shea with kisses,all over her face.

We fell on the couch, her under me, as we made out.
She took off my jacket,my shirt flying with it.
I took her shirt off,attacking her neck.
She just whimpered in response as I heard the front door slam shut.

I looked behind me.

My... mum... was here...

'M-mum?'

'MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!'

'Mum, I can explain!'

'Ouh, you'll have a lot of explaining to do!'

Shea just started crying and ran upstairs.

'Who is she Michael?!'

'It's Shea! Shea,our roommate. And can't I have a girlfriend for a change? You always complain about it'

'Yes, Mikey. Having a girlfriend. Not fucking around with her!'

'Mum! You are ruining all of this!And why are you here at 11pm?'

'I wanted to check on you boys, but looks like you've got way too much business'

'Mum-'

'And get your shirt back on! Now!'

She said, walking out of my house. I was caught. And I finally got Shea.
Why is this happening?
Are we meant for each other?

SHEA P.O.V.

I put on my pajamas, crying on my bed.
I shouldn't have done it.
Now his mum think that I'm a basic slut.
I didn't leave a good impression.

I heard a gentle knock on my door.

'Are you okay?'

'Go away Michael'

'No'

He got inside, closing the door and laying next to me.
I cuddled up to him, continuing to sob and cry my eyes out.

'Shh, it's gonna be okay'

He comforted me. And I soon fell asleep in his arms.

And I was sure of one thing.

I fell in love with Michael Gordon Clifford, and I'm not changing my mind.