Eyes // mgc

3.5

Alexis's point of view

"I'm not saying you're acting weird, I'm just saying that you are weird." Calum told me and I rolled my eyes as I took a drink of my water bottle.

"You're weird."

"That's it. That's exactly it. If you weren't being weird, you would have taken the chance to say 'fucking'. You're fucking weird." He dug deeper and deeper into my lack of knowledge on how Michael behaves.

"Leave him alone. He's on his antis, he's going to be a little different." Crystal hushed as she sat beside me, curling into my side. "Leave Michael alone, you guys."

"What if this is a Michael clone from the illuminati? Or someone exchanged our Michael for another in our sleep." Ashton theorized and I face palmed, using sarcasm and snarky comments to save my ass.

He's pretty damn close with that second guess, and I was so close to confessing, but I didn't. I couldn't. I'd make Michael seem insane.

How do you tell someone you switched bodies with their best friend and don't know know diddly shit about guitar? In fact, what do you do if someone told you that? It's crazy. They're crazy.

"You're all fucking morons." I scoffed as Crystal went through her phone, scrolling through what looked like Instagram. "What's up, baby?"

"Nothing, just making sure you don't murder your friends. You know how they can get sometimes." She teased and they all got slightly offended at the statement.

"Michael wouldn't be able to murder us. He's Michael." Luke laughed and I shook my head as I watched Crystal. "Most he'll do it punch my shoulder."

"Better watch that big mouth of yours Hemmings, I'll punch you right in the lip." I warned and Ashton laughed loudly.

"Take that back, maybe it is the antis making him act so weird." He commented and they all drank their bottles and cans of beer. "You sure you don't want a cold one, Mike? Yeah they're cheap, but it's beer from a box or carton, what do you expect?"

"No, it's alright." I hummed and Calum shook his head, reaching into a cardboard carton beside him. "Don't you d-"

"Heads up. If you don't catch, it's hitting Crys, or the floor." He told us and then tossed it. Crystal flinched when it left his hand and I caught it with one hand right before it hit her in the face. "Sorry Crys, I really didn't mean to throw it at you."

"Mhm." She hummed sarcastically and then flipped him off as I rubbed her arm gently. "Don't kill me now. Who else will make Michael actually take his meds or get out of bed in the morning?"

"I was gonna ask if you were okay, but after you said that, nope." I told her and she pouted as she looked up at me. "You're mean to me."

"I am not." She objected and I shook my head as she rubbed my leg gently. I bit the inside of my cheek tightly and Ashton asked me if I was working on the song we were writing.

"You got the riffs and the notes down?"

"Oh uh, yeah. Totally. I worked on practicing it the other night..." I stammered, panicking slightly as I realized I'd have to go to studio sessions and concerts even. I don't know the first thing about music.

"Yeah? Get it right yet? I know it's a little trouble. I couldn't even get it down, and I wrote it." He laughed and I agreed half heartedly.

"Yeah, it's uh, it's coming. It's coming..." I trailed off and then shifted a bit in my seat. "When's our next concert again?" I asked dumbly.

"You know we don't have another performance until that charity event in a few weeks. You've been babbling on about getting back out there." Luke pitched and then laughed. "Are you really that excited to get back out there if you forget?:

"Totally. I miss the fans and the thrill of performing." I mumbled and then took a drink of my beer after opening it with the bottle cap opener. "Besides, I get excited for you birthday, and I forget that every year."

"Shit, you're right." Luke told me and we all laughed.

"You don't even talk to the fans anymore, Mike. Your accounts are all dead, all you do is sponsor and take profession photos of yourself." Calum laughed and I rolled my eyes. He wasn't wrong though, Michael doesn't post as often as he used to, but I reckon none of them really do.

"You guys should do another battle of the guitarists. That was fucking epic last time." Ashton suggested and Luke looked at me.

"Yeah? Wanna do that?" He asked me and I shrugged my shoulders slightly. "Not to brag, but I've been practicing a lot recently. I'm gonna whoop your ass this time, Mr. I can play guitar behind my damn head."

"I'll mop the floor of the stage with your ass, Hemmings." I winked and they began picking sides. Calum was with me, while Ashton was with Luke. Crystal just stayed quiet as she texted someone, deciding not to get into it.

"Michael's gonna win. No way you can shred with the guitar behind your damn head." Calum scoffed and Luke nodded. "You can solo, but not like him."

"Watch. You'll eat your words." Luke promised and I took another drink of my beer. It was so foreign to me, tasting of something bitter and something else that's slightly of citrusy. I never drank before, so it was weird almost to have a beer in my hands. It was actually really good.

"Michael? Earth to Michael? Hello? Anybody home?" Ashton asked and I shook my head and I looked at them, rubbing my eye with the back of my hand. "Did you hear us?"

"We're getting Chinese take out." Ashton told me and I just nodded. "Wel... do you want anything?"

Out of habit, I shook my head, immediately dismissing any mention of food. "It's fine. I ate a lot earlier." I lied and he nodded, not pushing it since Crystal didn't seem to intervene. It's almost like she dictates whether Michael's healthy or not, from taking his meds to getting out of bed when he doesn't want to be up.

How wild of a thought, to have someone actually force you to take your prescribed medicine and help you get better. I can't remember the last time I took my own prescribed medication.

"I need to use the bathroom." I announced and Crystal got off of me. I stood up and then end upstairs, immediately opening up the bathroom door.

I closed it behind me and then sighed. At least now I know what it's like to be a boy, and the random boners were not fun, along with Crystal tossing the remote to me andnd hitting me in the nuts. Or hitting Michael in the nuts. God, that was enough to make me almost cry.

I didn't want to, but I knew I'd have to at some point regardlessly, I unbuttoned my jeans and then shook my head, my cheeks going red. "Whoever's up there, I just want to be a girl again." I muttered since I felt uncomfortable everything I had to use the bathroom, or change, even shower.