Friend, Please

2.4

Michael's POV

Biggest ship? More like bullshit. How can the fans think her and I would be good together. Yeah we both dye our hair, and like the same music, and we were best friends for over fifteen years. But that doesn't mean shit, does it? No.

"Let's get back to our seats, yeah?" Ashton interrupts my mindless thinking. We all shuffle our way back to the floor.

Once we are seated again Alissa yawns and shuffles about in her seat. Huffing out a breath, "Are you tired?" I whisper slowly.

"Yeah, actually. Pretty much coming down from the high of winning and now I'm exhausted." She responds rather calmly. Surprisingly she smiles towards me.

"You could sleep maybe." I suggest with a shrug.

"Well I am in a onesie." She laughs. I break out into a grin.

"You can, I will wake you up if the camera faces us or something." I say quickly.

"Okay thanks." She shuffles around again, until she gives in to her instincts and lays her head on my shoulder.

"You know one of these days you two are gonna get married?" Calum laughs quietly looking down at Alissa's head on me and my arm around her.

"Shut up," I whine. "She hates me. And I can't go back."

"That's true, but, you can try to restart." He smiles kindly.

"Yeah, right." I grumble getting tired of listening to him.

"I'm just saying you shouldn't give up on someone you love." My stomach turns inside out and I'm at a loss of breath.

I don't even notice how my arm is tightening around Alissa till she shifts and groans slightly. Faster than instantly, I release my arm. She however has different plans and nuzzles closer into me. She always was quick to fall asleep. I readjust my arm to securely rest on her.

After a while we have another commercial break, I hear a voice sweetly speak "Awwe who knew you two had a thing together?" Looking up I see Ashley standing in front of us. I straighten up at the sight of the pop star known as Hasley.

"We don't." I mutter.

"You sure 'bout that bud." She gestures to Alissa's frame cuddled into my own.

"Damn sure." I mumble. Ashley rolls her eyes but smiles all the same. Alissa begins to stir in her seat. I look down at her to see she is waking up.

"Mmm what time is it?" She mutters lifting her hand up to her eyes. Carefully she rubs her eyes.

"Ten thirty." Ashley answers before I even pull my phone out. Alissa's eyes go wide at the sound of her voice.

"Holy fuck," She whispers looking up at Ashley.

"Hi there, I'm Ashley." Ashley puts her hand out for Alissa.

"He-ey, I'm Alissa." The two shake hands.

"I know who you are sweets." Ashley laughs.

"Holy fuck." Alissa bites her lip a red blush crawling up her skin.

"Well I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." Ashley giggles.

"We aren't together." Alissa quickly removes herself off of me and crosses her arms.

"See, I told you so." I whine to Ashley, whose eyebrow is arched up.

"Oh, I'm sorry you two just seem so cute together." She quickly requips.

"Told you so." Calum smacks me out of the blue. I glare at him.

"Oh would you both stop, I swear you're worse then the fans when it comes to ships." I growl.

"Agreed." Alissa nods.

"Okay, okay. Well I best get back to my seat. It was lovely meeting you Alissa." Ashley smiles and waves goodbye before walking away.

"I swear to god if one more person asks if we're dating I'm ripping your head off." Alissa turns to me.

"What? Why?" I ask wide eyed.

"Because then you're dead and they won't ship me with a dead guy." She says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh of course cause that's so very, logical of you." I laugh dryly.

"Oh just shut up." she huffs.

"Great come back dollface." I gauk.

"Whatever." She groans then turns away to lean on Ashton. My heart feels a twinge of hurt as she rests her head on his shoulder.

"Jealous now?" Calum giggles. "Geez you're in deep."

"I swear to fuck you annoy me way too much." I groan.

"You love me," he laughs. "And you know it." He says pinching my cheek.

"Fuck off."

"Nah man." He giggles with joy at the reaction he's receiving from me.

"Rip my head off." I mutter.

"Calum leave the poor boy alone," Luke finally buts in.

"Thank you." I smile gratefully.

"Only reason I said to is cause you're annoying and I want to hear what Dave Grohl has to say." He points to the left side of the stage.

"Oh fuck," Calum groans.

"Silence." Luke shoves him. "Or I will kill you."

"Sorry." He mutters.

Looking up at the stage I watch Dave ramble about how the next award is for best male pop rock band. We're nominated, however we're up against Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, and Neck Deep.

"And the winner is," here we go, "5 Seconds of Summer." wait, what? Suddenly we are all standing. We quickly move to exit the row, however we each are stopped by Alissa. She squeezes each of us. I move towards her, her face contorts to a shy smile. Her arms softly wrap around my waist and I shudder to myself. I squeeze her tightly.

Before I realize it, she is letting go and we are walking to the stage. And Ashton is talking into the microphone.

"Thank you guys, We couldn't of done this without our fans." He exclaims excitedly. He moves away for Calum to speak.

My eyes wander into the crowd, my sight catches on the sight of Alissa who is now talking to Cole Sprouse, who's just a little too close for my comfort.

"Yeah they are really are the best thing that ever happened to us." Calum then shoves me in front of the microphone.

"Yeah, uh thanks." I murmur into the mic, my eyes never leaving the two. Cole's hand was resting on Alissa hand. I grimace internally. I quickly move away and Luke takes over.

I tune what he is saying completely, glare intensely at Alissa and Cole's hands. She then squeezes his hand for some, probably stupid, reason. I huff a breath to out, moving my hair out of my eyes thankfully.

"Dude lets go," Calum then once again knocks me out of my glare. "Off the stage."

"Got it." I breathe softly.

"Are you alright man?" Calum asks walking next to me.

"Did you see that Cole Sprouse was talking to Alissa?" I ask turning my head to face him.

"You seriously care?" He shoots.

"Well, I mean," I pause to think about what I'm saying, I have no reason to act like this. She isn't mine let alone a friend. "No I am just observing." I say with all the confidence I can muster.

"Mmhm" He grins.

I ignore his knowing eyes and look straight ahead staring daggers at Alissa and Cole. Her eyes travel to mine and she quickly looks back at Cole and smiles happily at him. The fire in my stomach churns.