Whatever You Say || 5sos, michael clifford

Chapter one

Elia's email box

Date: 4. 23. 14. Time: 500 am

Dear Steven,

Hello. I know we haven't spoken in a while. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry... And that I miss you.

Love, Elia

Date: 4. 23. 14. Time: 501 am

Re: dear Steven,

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Date: 4. 24. 14. Time: 523 am

Steven,

They're at it again. I can't tell anyone anything anymore.

I hate it that we've moved from Chicago. And why Australia? Everybody thinks I'm weird here cause I'm from America. It's like I'm the alien from Venus and they want to dissect my brains or something.

I hate that I couldn't take you with me. I guess I'm just going to write to you from now on, about everything. You're the only friend I have left, Steven. I miss you.

Love, Elia

Date: 4. 24. 14.Time: 524 am

Re: Steven,

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Date: 4.25.14. Time: 607 pm

Hi Steven.

I met someone. His name is Ashton Irwin. This is how our encounter went:

I was sitting across the crowded cafeteria with my back to a wall, alone, watching the girls at one table eye me suspiciously.

And then this cute boy with dimples and a floppy hair-do walks over and sits next to me. Yeah! I know! And he goes,

"Hello, I'm Ashton Irwin. Don't mind them," he flicked his hair at the girls watching us, "they judge everybody".

I am ashamed to admit that I may have been staring at him in shock, because he looked at me strangely for a few seconds till I said " I'm Elia".

But then he grinned again, and his grin was so happy and warm that I just had to grin back.

And then we talked the whole hour. We even exchanged numbers! And today, not a single female with pom-poms came up to me and joked about how weird my accent sounded or why, if I'm from America, was I so antisocial.

But then we had to part when the bell rang, and I went off to math. And math is so boring. We would probably have the same teacher if you were here. We could joke about her, and her annoying nasally voice, and how much less annoying she is when you would do imitations of her.

But you aren't here, and I'm not so funny all by myself in this place.

Anyway, there I was, innocently wandering the halls and wondering if I would ever find the science room, when he bumped into me. And no, not Ashton Irwin.

He's muscular, this boy. That was the first thing I noticed, because it wasn't just a gentle 'bump'. It was an earth shattering, made-me-fall-onto-the-floor-and-drop-all-of-my-books-bump. And as I was sitting up and brushing whatever was on the hallway floor off of my back, I looked up.

He's attractive to me, Steven. I'm not gonna lie. Even his bright pink hair, which I would usually never find attractive, is attractive to me. And his eyes, which barely flickered down at me ( hello, helpless alien from Venus on the floor here) were beautiful, and his face was angular and perfect.