"Pss Michael" I someone whispered shaking me. "Uhh what" I groaned rubbing my eyes. "Damn your grouchy" Rowan whispered giggling. I smiled, loving the sound of her laugh. "So whatcha doing here?". I asked sitting up, her smile turned into a frown and I could see tears brimming in her eyes. "I don't know what to do, and your the only person I can talk to" Rowan whispered tears falling down her beautiful face. I brushed the tears away and cupped her cheek. "You can talk to me about anything" I stated truthfully, she smiled shyly before continuing. "My mom has brain damage, the doctors don't know if she'll wake up" Rowan sobbed crying into my shoulder. I pulled her onto my lap and held her while she cried. "Shhh it'll be okay I'm here for you" I replied kissing the top of her head. She looked up at me and we just sat there and stared at each other, I leaned in and softly placed my lips on hers, she kissed me back slowly and softly. It was indescribable, I loved how she fit in my arms perfectly and I can't see myself with anyone other than this blue haired beauty. Awwww I loved writing this chapter❤️😍😍
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My Punk•••Michael Clifford•••
FanfictionRowan West is a loner who enjoys being alone, that's how she's always been, her mom is usually at her boyfriends house, and her dad left 3 years ago for some whore who is 7 years older than she is. Michael Clifford thought Rowan was interestin...
