Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 4

Waking up, my head was pounding so hard, I couldn't do anything than groan at first. The headache was unbelievably large. Slowly opening my eyes, I see that I'm lying in Maddie's room on her bed, her not being on the bed. Actually, I didn't know where the hell the girl was. It wasn't the bathroom, I would've heard it. I slowly got up on my feet, just standing, trying to get my mind together from what happened yesterday, as I take my hand through my hair, making my way to the toilet. I didn't feel the need to puke or anything, I just really needed to get some water. Afterwards, I grabbed the shirt I had apparently stripped off last night. I honestly remembered nothing from after I went in the cap, I'm just glad I woke up at Maddie's place. But I do think I fell asleep in the cap, and I had a bad habit of forgetting what happens if I fall asleep, cause I usually wake up five or ten minutes after that. I could act completely normal, and I wouldn't be able to remember a thing of it.

I made my way downstairs of Maddie's place, as I hear laughter, mostly from Maddie. A male's laughter was there too, and I just hoped and prayed it wouldn't be Jack, then I would vomit, and I would on purpose try and hit him, hoping to scare him off. "Hey, look who's up!" Maddie cheered, when I came down and I realized who was here. Maddie stood in the kitchen, talking to Luke, while Michael is stuffing himself with waffles by the table.

"What are they doing here?" I ask, rubbing my eye, not really caring to think about the fact that I was only wearing a shirt over my underwear. My hangover was too big for me to care.

"You don't remember?" Michael asks, still not taking a break from eating. "You had just gotten into the cap, when we came and ended up sleeping on the couch. And with we, I mean Luke and I."

"Oh" I just say, taking a glass of water.

"Mike, she has a habit of forgetting everything after she has been sleeping while being drunk," Maddie tells him, Michael having that 'ahh now I understand'- look

"That explains why you were so touchy," he then says, my eyes widening

"WHAT!?" I scream, immediately regretting it, holding my head afterwards, it probably looking like I was thinking hard.

"Just kidding!, just kidding," he laughs, eating from his waffles once again. "You look like you could really need some food, Maddie made waffles. But you were touchy." The last part he mumbled under his breath, and I decided to just shut up about it, giving him a glance. I had gone from thinking he was straight up annoying, me not even knowing him. Then I thought he was okay, and now we were back to where we started, besides the fact that we both knew who the other person was. Or, well, I was back to where I started, I had no idea where he was whatsoever, not that I actually gave a single fuck.

"Here," Maddie says, handing me the plate with waffles, Luke looking like he was about to laugh. I send him an evil glance, making my way to the couch, I was not sitting at the same table as Michael. Soon Maddie came over with a drink of something green, making me scrunch my nose.

"I do not know if I want that to be your famous hangover drink or not," I tell her, looking at it disgustingly. She sighs a bit.

"I know it tastes bad, awful even, but you know it works." I sigh, taking it, doing the exact thing I should do; I smell it. I honestly felt like puking, so I just quickly held my nose, sipping some of it down. I knew it was working, but she would never tell me what was in it, and I hated her for it when she wasn't around after I had been out.

"Hey Mikey," Luke then said, looking down at his phone. "Ash just texted, saying we have band practice, like, now. We forgot, I guess."

"Oh yeah, shit!" Michael said, jumping up from his seat. "Uhmm, we'll text you guys!" he says, his eyes locking with mine for a moment, before he followed Luke out.