Scars, Suicide and Australians

Mica Time

Anas POV

To Michael:

'Dude get your ass to my crib we need some Mica time'

To Ana:

'What the actual fuck is Mica? And dude way ahead of you'

To Michael:

'Mica is quite clearly our ship name you dumbass do you not read your fans tweets?'

"Only the ones to Luke because I'm awkward" said a deep voice from behind me.

"HOLY MOTHERFUCKING FUCK YOU TERRIFIED ME YOU DICK" I screamed, spinning around and pushing Michael away from me.

"I'm sorry. Forgive me?" He pouted, holding his arms out for a hug.

"Aww how could I refuse that?" I asked, walking over to him and burying my head into his chest.

We released each other and moved to the couch, sitting opposite each other with our legs crossed.

"So hon, what's going on in the world of Ana?" Michael asked in a fake girl voice.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there." I said, quoting Luke.

"Did you really just quote one of my band members at me?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Um, yes. You got a problem?" I asked, sassily snapping my fingers.

"Oh no you didn't!" he said.

"Oh yes I did!" I replied, keeping a poker face.

"Babe, y'all ain't got nothing on me. With my awesome style and punk rock beats, I slay you." Mikey said.

"Mmhmm hon, you keep telling yourself that. You and I both know that the Teletubbies are more punk rock than you. I quite clearly slay with my taste of music." I sassed.

"Um, we have exactly the same taste in music." he said.

"Yeah but mine is better because its mine, and I am fabulous." I said, rolling my eyes.

I crawled across the sofa and plonked myself down on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and I buried my face into his neck.

"Dayum you smell good." I breathed.

'Ain't that the truth."

"Your hair tickles." I giggled.

"Yours smells really nice. HOLY SHIT I JUST HAD AN AWESOME IDEA." he yelled, terrifying me.

"LETS DYE YOUR HAIR TOGETHER."

"YES GURL."

"IM A GUY."

"YES DUDE."

"BETTER. NOW LET'S GO HAIR DYE SHOPPING."

We walked out the bus and towards the main road. Mikey hailed a cab, and asked the man to take us to the nearest shopping centre (mall).

We were there in five minutes and Michael payed the driver. We walked inside and looked around.

"Michael, please can we get a milkshake?" I asked, pouting with puppy dog eyes.

"I live with Calum. Do you really think that works on me?" I laughed.

I made my eyes water and a single tear run down my cheek. He sighed and started walking, looking slightly odd with his pale skin contrasted with his all black outfit and green hair. I smiled to myself and ran to catch up.

We walked over to the milkshake place and I ordered a large Oreo with whipped cream. He ordered the same and much against my protests, he paid for both.

We then strolled over to the drug store and walked straight to the hair dye aisle.

"What sort of colour?" he asked.

"I'm thinking of dying my hair back to its original blonde and having random streaks of purple and red." I pondered.

"That sounds so cool." Michael said excitedly.

We picked up the right colours, paid and took a cab back to the bus.

I plugged my phone in to the speakers and pressed shuffle. The first song that came on was Heartbreak Girl and I started blushing.

"I was a fan of your music before I met you guys. Don't judge me." I said.

He just smirked so I walked into my room and changed my shirt into a real old sweater that I used to hate.

Two hours and a lot of mess later, my hair was its natural colour with random streaks through it and I looked damn cool.