strike a pose ||| michael clifford

chapter 3

Girls night was a huge success, it consisted of stuffing our faces, tons of selfies, and laughing till we choked.

I always admired how these girls could be so care free and happy with who they are. I mean, every once and a while they would feel insecure, just like every other human being, but for me it was this constant feeling of 'Don't make that face, you don't look cute' and 'that dress doesn't fit your curves.'

Everybody always thinks that models are so confident and proud of their body, but I'm not like the average models. You see, I'm a plus size model, meaning I have larger curves than a lot of people. Being around my small friends made me feel incredibly insecure.

I always try to make sure to always act happy when I'm around people just so they don't worry about me.

Once Miranda, Emily, and Anna left early that morning, I went to my room and got ready to go on a run. It was still cool outside, because the sun hadn't risen completly yet, so now was a perfect time to burn off the calories I had regretfully eaten.

After running 2 miles I slowly walked back to my apartment to take a warm shower and get ready for the day. I checked my phone to see that I had a text from Miranda saying that there was a party going on tonight a Lucas' place tonight and that I should go with her and the others.

Lucas is this huge asshole I dated way back when. He had also dated Miranda and Anna, Emily not having been so blind.

He tricked me into thinking I was the most perfect human on the planet, then cheated on me and told me I was worthless and hurt me emotionally.

I decided on a ''spring cleaning day'' in the middle of summer until the party at seven so I spent the day cleaning my whole apartment.

Once it was time for the party, I put on a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a lacy dark blue tank top with combat boots.

Miranda picked me up wearing a black skater dress with a leather jacket.

I wish I could pull off anything like she can.

When I walked into the house I immediately regreted it. There were way more people than I was told there would be. There were drunk and lust filled teenagers filling the large house, plus more outside. Loud music was playing giving me a headache within the first 5 minutes.

I went to ask Miranda if she could drive me home, but she had already run off with Ashton. Walking around I recognized many people but not well enough to talk to them. When I spotted a giggly Emily on the couch sitting awfully close to a smiling Calum, I knew I had to interrupt.

"Emily! Dearest!" I said grabbing her head and putting it in my chest due to her adorably small height.

"Oh hi Ella." Emily looked at me awkwardly, probably because she was having a really good conversation with Calum.

"Now bye Ella." Emily giggled right as I was about to say something pushing me away lightly.

"Bye bye lovers!" I yelled, wanting to be heard over the loud music and talking youth but being unsuccessful.

I saw Anna and Luke making out in the kitchen but decided against interrupting them. Ew.

I ended up running into Michael along the way, actually.

"Oh sorry." I giggled awkwardly.

"No worries." He smiled. God, he is just too cute. "Where you headed?"

"Oh I don't know actually." I laughed looking down. "I was dragged her by Miranda and don't know anyone here."

"Hey we could get out of here? We can go get Maccas. I hate parties." Michael suggested cutley.

He did this thing where he scrunched up his nose whenever he talked about something he didn't like. One of the many things I like so much about him.

Michael and I grew up really close. We were neighbors until we were 11, when he moved to the next neighborhood over. We stayed in touch until we were 13 when we drifted apart. I started modeling, and he started the whole music thing. He had always been really talented, in my opinion.

Anyway, we lost touch and didn't talk until I moved into the same apartment building he lived in. I had hust turned 18 and wanted to be closer to the studio. Now, both of us 19, we're just as close as we were when we were young kids learning how to ride a bike without training wheels.

"Yeah, that'd be cool." I answered back smiling.

I sat in the passenger seat of his old car and turned on the radio. The cd I made him was in the radio and Green Day's Jesus of Surburbia started playing loudly.

"You still have this?" I laughed unbelievingly.

"It's all I listen to when I'm driving." Michael giggled back.

Let me tell you, Michael Clifford giggling is the cutest thing you will ever see ever.

When we pulled into Maccas, we orders two ice creams and sat in his car in the empty parking lot in a peaceful silence.

"So how have you been?" Michael asked quietly, afraid to ruin the peacefulness.

I sighed. "Pretty good I guess. Really busy but, aren't we all?"

"Seems like it." He sighed back, putting the rest of his cone in his mouth, me following his movement. "We never hang out, just the 8 of us in whoevers living room playing pointless games of truth or dare anymore, I miss it."

"I know, it's scary how we're all starting our lives. Me with modeling, Anna with makeup and stuff, Miranda with dancing, Enily with writing, and you guys with the band. Pretty soon we'll barely even talk." I answered truthfully.

"Nahh, we'll make sure that won't happen. We can't live without our girls." He said poking my cheek, my stomache going wild at his choice of words.

I really hope you don't let that happen, Clifford.

OKAY IM LAME SORRY BYE