I felt something wet on my face. Did I come home last night? I sat up from the position that I was laying in and looked around. The first thing that I noticed was that I had fallen asleep outside and my head was in a puddle. I looked down and was extremely relieved that my clothes were on. Hm, I guess I had some luck on my side.
I looked around for my phone but I saw that it was in the puddle where my face once was. Great. I picked it up to see it slowly start to drain. I then tried to turn it on and when it didn't I thought, well fuck.
I stood up and felt my pockets to see if I had any money and noticed that was gone too. Dammit, I guess I'm walking home. The walk home was ok except for the fact that some weirdo pulled up beside me and threw a couple Australia dollars at me and told me to get off the streets.
Hell yeah, I got some money! Nah I'm kidding but when I got home I saw that Tiffany was there with all of my stuff that she had. Fuck, I forgot that Tiffany and I weren't friends anymore. Oh well. It's not my fault that she can't find a person to like her let alone an amazing person like Michael. Hell, she's probably a gold digger.
I grabbed my stuff from her and pushed her out of the apartment. If she didn't want to be my friend then fine she wasn't allowed in the apartment. I turned around to see the boys standing there with their jaws dropped low.
I ignored their reactions and walked to the bathroom in my room. I wasn't about to sit on the couch in dirty wet clothes. After my shower, I saw that it was now just Michael and Ashton here. They tried to ask me what was going on but I held up my hand and shook my head.
"Tiffany decided that she didn't want to be my friend and that I would have no say in it." The two boys frowned.
"Since Tiffany and I are no longer friends I don't want her here when I'm here. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go find another job."
I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl before grabbing my purse and walking to the door. I was about to shut the door when Michael grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the room. I started to protest when he pulled me in for a kiss.
I pulled away scowling in the process, "Michael you just broke up with Tiffany and I'm not going to be your rebound girl."
"Your not a rebound girl Luna," Michael sighed," You're my dream girl and you always will be."
"Ok, Michael but let's take it slow for right now because I got out of a bad relationship and then I dated Ashton to get my mind off of it, so I just want to relax and get to know you again." He nodded continuously.
I hugged Michael and Ashton before heading to town to find a job. I walked around aimlessly before coming across a clothing store that was in need of models. I honestly didn't have the best body, but I was going to try for this job because the money seemed good.
I know what you're thinking and yes even though I am technically rich I still like to earn money by actually working. I inherited the other money from my parents but knowing now that they are bad people makes it feel wrong to use that money.
I applied for the job and was told that they would call me in a couple hours letting me know if I got the job or not. Apparently, today was the last day to apply for the job and I was a little late, but they were going to accept me anyway.
On my way home I saw that there was a new apartment complex nearby and decided to check it out. The complex was huge and it had everything that I could possibly want. Not a moment later I was talking to people that worked there and I ended up leaving with an apartment.
I stopped by the store on the way back to Ashton and Michael's apartment and picked up some dinner so that I could break the news to them what was happening. I arrived a few minutes later to see them playing video games. I walked to the kitchen before making the food and calling them in.
"Alright, boys get a plate, some food, and sit down. I have some news to tell you and I'm extremely happy about it so don't try to talk me out of it." They nodded and hurried to get their food before sitting down.
"Ok boy's I'm just going to say it... I'm moving out and..." My phone buzzed and when I looked at it I saw that I had a text from the modeling place telling me that I had the job. I couldn't help but grin.
"I'm moving out and I also just got a new job that I'll probably have to travel for." I looked at the boys and sighed as they were looking at me with tears in their eyes.
"Boys it's okay... I'm going to talk to you guys quite a bit and I hope you will answer me back." They nodded before engulfing me in a hug.
Later that night e called the other 2 boys over and told them the same news. They had the same reaction that Ashton and Michael had. It's not like I was going away forever because I'm not moving to a different country or anything. I found a penthouse in the city and I really like it.
Currently, I was talking to Mikey about what he wants us to be because I needed to know if I was going to be busy all of the time. I wanted to know if there was someone that I could count on and if he would be the one that I would come home to.
"Luna I know that you're going to be busy and that you're going to be traveling but I think that we can make it work. With that being said, Luna, will you be my girlfriend?" I smiled.
"I'd be delighted to be your girlfriend Mikey and this time let's try not to mess it up." He laughed before kissing my forehead and as we turned away from each other I saw the boys staring at us with grins on their faces.
"Stop staring it's not polite." They laughed and turned back to what they were doing.
I had a family and they were absolutely wonderful. I had a boyfriend that I knew I loved because I don't I ever stopped loving him. I know he didn't stop loving me so now it's time to see if he really means it. Goodnight...
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Anxiety (Michael Clifford/5SOS fanfic)
Fanfictionanx·i·e·ty aNGˈzīədē - noun a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome. ~~~ Luna Davenport suffers from a slightly bad case of anxiety and can't seem to do some of the things...