character!5sos

artstudent!michael

warnings:

cute!michael
artsy!michael
student!michael
fluff!michael (really dangerous!!)
drugs
alcohol
smut

word count: 3986

the first time I saw him, he was late to our first course. it was my first day at university but so it was his. still, I had been on time, or 30 minutes early for that matter, and he was late. 20 minutes after the prof had introduced his name and techniques, the door to the big auditorium was being opened with a loud sound and there he was. michael clifford, as I would soon be finding out, and he was catching hella attention.

no surprise with his bright blonde hair and the baggy clothes that hid what I then assumed to be a six-pack but later gladly found out was a little pouch. it made him insecure about not wearing a top. or a hoodie. at least 3 sizes too big.

his bright green eyes searched the room for a place to sit, purposely missing the prof's that were staring at him the way I'd never want anyone to stare at me. he found one at the other side of the room and silently made his way towards it as the prof continued talking about what we had to expect from the upcoming year.

I had been rather nervous about my first day, but as soon as my eyes had landed on his soft features, there was nothing I could have cared less for. cliché, I know.

so, here I was, a socially awkward 20 year old economics student that had barely lost her virginity about two months prior at this point, and only after her best friend had made her go on that stupid blind date. 'you don't want to be a virgin at university' she had said, 'better get it over with now before you'll use homework as an excuse not to go out'. and I, as the inexperienced human being that I was and probably still am, found myself in a trance by a guy that could get any woman to lose her v-card to him. and not only after one and a half joints.

who would have thought that just 2 weeks later, at the first frat party of the year, I would be standing in front of that most beautiful man I had ever seen, totally spacing out at the thought of that first encounter.

"what?" the word's coming out of my mouth were a reflex rather than an active action.

"I said 'it looks like I'm not the only one sober'." he repeated laughing at my absence. I nodded as I was still totally in love with the voice I had imagined a lot different, but was in no way sad about being wrong about.

"yeah. I mean, I guess." I said lightly pushing the glass of vodka mixed with cranberry juice away from me. "I'm not that huge of an alcohol fan to be honest."

"yeah, me neither." he agreed holding his glass of coke a bit higher. "it's just not that great." I nodded again, not feeling capable of doing anything else. gladly, he just continued. "I'm michael. and you are?"

he held out a hand that I slowly took into mine. his was warm and rough but soft at the same time. he must have been using a lot of lotion.

"y/n." I mouthed feeling my throat getting dry when he smiled at me. his lips had the perfect shape and I could only imagine how soft they must have felt.

"do you want to get a non-alcoholic, hopefully icebreaking drink at the bar, y/n." my name sounded like a prayer as much as a sin out of this mouth and the hum then leaving mine, he interpreted as am agreement, rather than a cry for not needed help.

for the next few hours everything was in a blur, which surprisingly didn't come from the half finished drink I had before he had turned up. we were talking about our majors, well mostly him, who I found out was an arts major with economics just as a side project his parents had pressured him to get into. I still don't know how it happened but at some point we left the house and went outside for a joint he had brought and that I knew I could need right now.