Simple Text Message// Michael Clifford [Slow Updates]

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I love Petunia okay! So I am really happy I could be the co-owner of a Petunia update account. The hacker hasn't given the account back, so now we want people to unfollow that account, @/Petunia_updates. It needs to be reported as hacked too. And if you do so, pls follow the new account @/updatingpetunia. Thank you!

Michael and I got in our hotel room, it looks quite nice. There are two beds which look really comfortable, a flatscreen TV and a mini fridge. "How long are we staying here?" I ask Michael. "Two nights, then we'll stay in the tour bus for a while." He says and I nod. "Are you liking America so far?" Michael asks as he sits down on one of the beds. "I haven't seen a lot of it." I chuckle. "Right." He chuckles with me.

Then it's quiet. I have no idea what we will do now. "Well, we're going to choose a tour bus. You should come with us." He says and I nod. "It's better than doing nothing and being bored." I say. "Let's go then." He says and gets up. I follow him into the lobby where everyone is waiting on us. We leave the hotel from the back again, because the fans are still waiting outside.

After a long drive we arrive at a parking with several tour buses parked. "The first one is this." The manager says. It's a dark blue bus, but I don't really like it for some reason, even though the blue is dark, it's not dark enough. The other one he shows is a black one. It takes a while until the guys choose one, eventually they choose the black one. "What do you think?" Michael asks me as we go inside. There's room for five people here, I guess I'm staying with the guys. "It's surprisingly big." I say, making the boys chuckle. I didn't notice until know how wrong that sounded. I blush, I'm so awkward.

We go back to the hotel. The boys said they don't have anything to do today and that tomorrow night they'll have their first concert, here in LA. We're all in our rooms now and I decided to rest on the bed.

"Do you want to discover LA today?" Michael asks suddenly. "I would love to, but I'm too tired." I say. This is the first time I'm experiencing jet lag and it sucks a lot. "You can sleep once we discover LA." He says. "I don't want to." I whine and suddenly get greeted by the floor. "Come on." He says. "No, I'm not getting up. I'll just sleep on the floor then." I say and don't get up.

Out of nowhere Michael picks me up and carries me on his shoulder to the elevator. Once we're in, he puts me down. "Don't be like that." Michael says. "Like what?" I ask. "You look mad." He says. "Yeah, because you don't let me sleep." I say. "I promise you'll have fun." He says. Once the elevator door opens we get into the lobby. Michael walks towards the front door and I stop. The fans are still waiting outside. "I'll be there to guard you." He says and I shake my head. "Okay, we'll leave from the back." He says and turns around towards the back door.

He holds the door open for me and I step outside. "We'll not be like the tourists that come here." Michael explains as we walk away from the hotel, looking out for fans or paparazzi that could be nearby us. As soon as we're quite far from the hotel, we're less cautious walking around. "LA is so different than Sydney." I say, I'm amazed how countries and cities can be different, just by the buildings and the environment. "LA is my second favourite place to be. Sydney will always be my home." Michael says. "You get to visit so many countries." I say, who wouldn't love the different cultures. "It is amazing to visit all these places, but they're not Sydney." He says.

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Have you ever woken up early in the morning, because you slept real good at night and your body and mind decided to wake up? Well, I haven't and this time it's no exception. I had to wake up, because Michael didn't want to stop poking me. "Stop." I groan. "You have to get up. We're all heading out for breakfast." Michael says as he takes a seat on the bed. "I'll skip breakfast and go back to sleep." I say. "No, breakfast is good for you." He says. Then he grabs my arm and drags me out of bed, letting me meet the floor. "I fûcking hate you." I say. "We all know that's not true. You love me." He says. "Maybe if you let me sleep, but no, you had to drag me out of bed." I say as he helps me to get up. He pushes me into the bathroom. "You have ten minutes to get ready." He says and leaves, closing the door behind him.

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We're all at the diner, eating breakfast. I'm having American pancakes, because I have never tried this and let me tell you, it's delicious. But my breakfast is never complete when I don't have coffee to drink, I prefer it to be black, so no sugar and no milk. Because in my opinion that's the only way you should drink coffee, but of course not everyone is with me.

"Are you guys excited for your first concert?" I ask the guys. "We are." They say in unison. "It is still nerve racking, but once we're on the stage we forget about it." Ashton explains. "I could never do that, I don't like being the centre of attention." I say.

"Turn the volume up!" A voice screams. What's going on? I turn around and look at the TV screen. No! This cannot be happening! Tell me this is a dream.

Cliffhanger. I know, I'm the worst. But what do you think is going on?

8th Of July 2017