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Michael Clifford opens his eyes after a restless night of sleeping. Turning to his right, he looks at the calendar hanging on his white, empty wall. It is Tuesday, September 14. The clock on his bedside table tells him that it is 7:05 a.m. He sits up and places his feet on the cold hardwood flooring of his bedroom, stretching his arms above his head before making his way across the hallway into his girl's bedroom.
Michael lives in a small two-bedroom house in Castle Rock, Colorado, a long way from his home in Sydney, Australia. Him and his daughters, Shiloh and Gracyn, occupy the small one story home as well as their dog, Nemo. The four have lived here for almost seven years, the girls being only two when the family moved in. It's just him and his girls, and that's the way Michael likes it.
Michael looks at his children in amusement. Shiloh has her blankets thrown off all the way, her pretty sea blue comforter now on the floor. One arm is resting under her face while her other is thrown off the bed. She's snoring lightly and Mike knows she's drooling. On the other side of the room Gracyn has her white blanket pulled all the way up over her face, a pillow on top of her head. She lying with her butt in the air, looking like a giant lump of mashed potatoes.
After an eventful ten minutes of trying to get the girls awake he makes his way into the small kitchen. The walls are painted baby blue and the counters are white. Michael has baby pictures of the girls hung all over the fridge, as well as reminders and drawings his babies made for him. He throws the girls lunches together, making them just the way they like them.
Shiloh likes turkey sandwiches, wheat bread, mayo and lettuce only. She only eats apples and chocolate chip cookies. Michael sets her green lunch bag aside after putting a small bottle of grape juice on the top. Gracyn likes peanut butter and jelly, only grape jelly on white bread with the crust cut off. Her favorite fruit is oranges and she would never even look at a chocolate chip cookie, she's Oreos all the way. As he puts a bottle of chocolate milk in her blue lunch bag both of his nine year olds make their way into the kitchen.
He has two bowls set out on the counter like every other morning, their favorite cereals already poured in. The girls take their breakfast to the table and start eating as fast as they possibly can, but not without thanking their father first.
Michael takes this as his chance to get ready for the day. Entering his bathroom, he quickly brushes his teeth and washes his face, combs his unruly black hair and applies deodorant. After going through his closet for what seems like hours Michael finally finds some proper work attire. He's good at being organized for the kids, but for himself not so much. He knows his girls are finishing up their breakfast downstairs so he quickly pulls a pair of black sock over his feet, putting his black Chelsea boots on.
On the drive to Lakeview Elementary Michael and his girls listen quietly to "Take of your pants and jacket" by Blink-182, his personal favorite album as well as Shiloh's. Gracyn is more of an "Icon" type of girl. He blows kisses out of the window of his car as his daughters walk into the front doors of their school, telling them to have a good day and promising to be right back there at 3:30.
Michael works for Cities, an online clothing store owned by a man named Ashton Irwin. He's worked there since he was eighteen. At first he just dealt with e-mails and complaints from costumers on his laptop back in Sydney but when he moved to Colorado at twenty he started working in the actual building. He works hard every single day and it's paid off, he works right under Ashton as corporate manager and loves going to work every single day.
Today is no different. Michael walks into work with a smile on his face, adjusting his favorite maroon cardigan. He's wearing a shirt his mother sent to him for his last birthday, a black button up with small red roses scattered about along with his infamous black skinny jeans. The twenty-five year old man smiles at everyone that he passes, giving a friendly hug to his best work buddy, Ashley before entering his office.
The office Michael works in is a shock to some. The walls are painted baby pink, a large white desk sits in the center of the room, covered in pretty reminder notes and pictures of him and the twins. A large grey couch is up against a wall, pink and gold pillows decorating it. His huge window on the opposite wall has flowing white curtains pulled open to reveal his wonderful view of the mountains. Everything is soft and pretty which is a stark contrast to Michael. Sure, he dresses fashionably for work and may have a feminine side but he also is Michael Clifford. The twenty-five year old raven-haired man who loves punk-rock music and has tattoos covering almost all of his torso and arms. He has an eyebrow piercing, (and a tongue piercing, but don't tell his mother).
Michael is a confusing guy. He's all leather jackets and dark hair, piercings and tattoos, heavy metal and combat boots. But he's also baby pink P.J's for his daughters (and sometimes for him too), Disney movie marathons, maroon sweaters and Chelsea boots. He is purely himself, in every confusing beautiful way possible.
Word Count: 960
Hope you enjoy! Xoxo, Lia
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many beautiful things - muke au
Fanfiction"I'd give anything to hear you say it one more time, that the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes." or Michael and Luke just need to find each other. parent!michael m!preg boyxboy famous!luke
