perfect || michael clifford [slow updates]

.04

I was sitting on my bed with my guitar and a pencil. I was trying to work on the start of a new song. I lightly sang as I strummed the first D chord and read the lyrics from my notebook.

"Harness your heart, and be still now, quiet that mind that will wander, all sorts of dark pathways,"

I quickly crossed out pathways and replaced it with alleys instead.

I strummed again

"Harness your heart, and be still now, quiet that mind that will wander, all sorta of dark alleys,"

My phone buzzed beside me.

It read a new text message from Calum.

We made the account! It's to_the_moon it was the best we could think of!

I mean it wasn't too bad. It's better than all the other ones they thought of in the library.

I texted him back,

What's the password?

He replied scarily fast

It's iwanttofuckmichaelclifford

10 seconds later I got another message

I'm kidding it's your name

I raised my eyebrows. My name? Ok whatever.

Did Aimee give it to Michael???

Five minutes later I had an incoming call from Calum.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey ok so I thought it was just easier talking on the phone. Ash is here too."

I listened as Calum and Ashton started to explain a million things.

"Ok so I gave Michael the username and explained cause Aimee saw her writing down lyrics one day and it's probably her but she wasn't sure. But how many girls write lyrics?"

It was true. Most people in our school were not musicians or poets. Most were going to he doctors or something out of the arts.

"But he has it and now he's gonna try to befriend you. And Michael told me that he's gonna try after school on Wednesday," Ash explained.

We're gonna come here just in case you need any help with Michael," Cal added.

But wouldn't they just make me seem like the most perfect girl. Then he won't know the real me, but I didn't fight it.

I agreed to their plans.

As I was about to say something a knock came from the door.

Graham's head popped out from behind it.

"Busy?" He asked,

"Not really," I replied as I shoved the phone under my pillow and lowered the speaker volume.

He entered my room and closed my door behind him.

"What do you need?"

He walked over and sat on my bed. He rubbed his neck as he looked at me.

"What?" I questioned sort of confused.

"So I heard you're dating Ashton Irwin." He blurted out.

Oh. This is gonna be awkward.

"Uh yeah," I stuttered out.

"Well isn't he a little old for you?"

"He's only a year older than me Graham," I told my brother.

"Yeah, but Kaylie I just don't want to see you get hurt."

Please I'm not the one who's being lied to by his best friends.

"Graham I'll be fine I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."

"Ok but just remember I don't want any mini Kaylies or Ashtons running around," he said with a smirk.

He knows I haven't had sex yet.

I slapped him on the shoulder.

"Graham!" I yelled.

"What you just gotta be safe and use protection."

I can't believe I was talking about this with my brother.

"Please leave," I pleaded.

I feel like whenever Graham came into my room for more than 2 minutes I always had to shove him out.

"Why so you can call Ashton and get it on?" He joked.

"Oh my god please can you just go do something and not annoy me," I was begging.

He laughed as he left.

As I reached for my phone under my pillow I could hear the snickering.

"Guys," I hesitantly said into the phone,

All I got was laughing.

"Kay that was pure gold," Cal tried to say during his laughing.

"Ha Ha ha so funny," I said rolling my eyes.

I swear my eyes are going to fall out of my head before I die if I keep rolling then 24/7.

"Wouldn't you like to invite me over to get it on?" Ash asked as he and Calum were in hysterics.

"Bye." I said annoyed as I hung up the phone.

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History. Ones favorite subject. I wanted to die. Well at least it was the last period of the day. Today was Monday so at least I didn't have to start the "Perfect Match Plan" till Wednesday.

In the corner of the room, I spotted Michael. He was drawing some band logo on his notebook.

Mr.Morell's long lecture about the Civil War was interuppted by the bell.

Everyone was gathering their stuff and starting to leave. I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder, with a few books still in my hands.

As I turned to leave someone knocked into me causing my books to crash to the shiny tile on the floor.

"I'm sorry! I didn't see you there," A voice started rambling,

I looked down to notice a familiar pair of sneakers. They were Michaels.

He bent down as he tried to help me gather my books, still apologizing.

He finally looked up,

"Oh hey, Kaylie."

His voice sounded sincere. Unlike, most of the other times he's ever talked to me. He sounded like he used to, before we stopped talking.

I've tried to forget the past, but I couldn't. I've hated him and he's hated me ever since. It's just the way things went.

He stopped apologizing and left with an awkward goodbye.

As I got up and walked away I made my way to the library.

I sat at a computer and decided to try out this chat thing. I went to the website and started to type in the username and password.

I then decided to just start my essay that was due at the end of the week. What a nerd. Suddenly a sound went off and echoed through my ears.

I looked around. It was weird no one else was using a computer. Then I realized something. I was wearing headphones. As I checked my screen I almost had a panic attack.

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hey guys this is unedited so sorry but ya lol i wanted to update

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