Michael Clifford was a contradictorial human being. He made rules and broke them. He hated lavender yet burnt it to set the mood. He loathed teases yet couldn't think of anything sexier. He relied on sluts for his pleasure but couldn’t stand their presence. Michael Clifford was anything but easy, except it required his hands all over a female body. Male once, but that was another story.
The decision of what cake to get was no different.
"Hurry the fuck up!" Ashton exclaimed, staring at his piece from behind the glass incubator.
"It’s a very difficult decision, okay? It needs to be made carefully." Michael huffed, scanning through the many pieces. He couldn't decide if he wanted to go tropical, creamy or just a shit load of chocolate.
"For God’s sake." Luke sighed, running his hands through his hair. "JUST GET VANILLA OKAY!".
"Yeah but-"
Michael was interrupted by Violet placing two orders they just couldn't catch before turning back to him and smiling. Ashton and Luke let put a simultaneous exasperated sigh and thanked Violet, paying no attention to the sulking Michael.
"Why’d you do that?" He pouted, dramatically folding his arms over his chest.
"Complaints sort of kill the atmosphere." Violet shrugged.
"But what if I don’t like it?"
"You will."
"If I don't you owe me a kiss." He suggested.
"Deal. Now lets go I’m hungry." She grabbed Michael’s hand and pulled him towards the table, just on time for the waitress to bring their cakes.
Violet Stone had always been awkward when it came to kisses. She felt like it was different with every guy and she wasn't a fan of disappointing. Violet felt some preferred more tongue, some preferred more lips. Little did she know they were all just happy she would kiss them.
But this was a kiss she wouldn't have to worry about because she had the absolute best intuition when it came to food.
She watched intensively as Michael took a spoonful of his cake and abso-fucking-lutely orgasm.
''JESUS CHRIST, VIOLET''
The boys busted into laughter, grasping their stomachs and snorting like pigs, Ashton had even managed to knock his cake down, pausing his laughter and making his tears of joy look like actual sad tears before they disappeared in his eyelids. ‘‘Fuck, MY CAKE.''
Luke patted Ashton’s shoulders and managed to slip out a “calm down man” between his dying laughter.
''NO LUCAS, I CANNOT CALM DOWN I JUST KNOCKED MY FREAKING CAKE DOWN.''
‘‘You were half done anyway.'' Calum shrugged, taking another bite of his black forest.
''Yeah, but I left the Raspberries for last!" He shouted, gaining the attention of the few other customers, ''fuuuckk." He wined.
‘‘My names not Lucas by the way.'' Luke muttered under his breath.
Calum had eventually given in to Ashton whining and slid him his cake, claiming he was full but they all knew he was just tired.
They sat there with their plates finally collected from the waitress who clearly was reevaluating her life. Calum had brought out his phone and insisted they call house to make sure the cops hadn’t broken the party off before Ash came back.
“Are you sure?” He repeated for about the hundredth time.
Michael had leaned over to whisper something Violet couldn’t catch to Ashton who smiled. “Just keep the music down, their drunken minds won’t notice, okay? Thanks bro.”
Calum had finally pushed them back into the truck, ignoring Ashton’s idea to bring cake back for the morning after. The drive back was slightly less awkward with Ashton joining Michael, Luke and Violet at the back because he felt that Calum’s vibe was too intense to be managed.
Ashton had stolen Michael’s Company and made it his mission to irritate Luke so much he pulled his quiff out. This only left him to concentrate solely on Violet.
He stared at her slowly, not in the creepy way though, but the way that basically screamed I want to rip your clothes off right here right now.
Violet stared back with her cheeks starting to slowly burn unnoticeably in the soft moonlight but she couldn’t help but enjoy the attention she was receiving. Violet had always been the type to excuse herself from attention in high school. She had always believed it always left being unnecessary drama that she would have to live with during those four year.
But now she was out of her hell hole and she had nothing to lose from enjoying it.
She looked back at Michael, absorbing his strong features. The way his messy hair was spread around his scalp without an actual direction and that one bit that struck down almost touching his bright eyes which were now filled with lust. The way his mouth curved up and inwards after he licked his pink and plump lips. The way he was Michael Clifford.
She smiled back at him, tilting her head to the side unknowingly buy going with it anyway. She had imagined this moment to go with Teen Idle for some reason but before she could put her earphones in, Calum had pulled up the driveway and rushed out of the car into the arms of a girl with auburn hair.
“Who’s that?” she asked to no particular person, climbing out of the truck.
‘’Calum’s girlfriend.’’ Michael rolled his shoulders back in disgust.
“Don’t you like her?”
“I mean, yeah I guess but it’s the whole girlfriend thing. Why give in the to the social expectation of being with one person for the rest of your life when you can shit around and learn some other shit from other not as shitty people.’’
“Well, he’s just her girlfriend, it doesn’t mean they’re getting married tomorrow.’’ Violet chuckled nervously, obviously set aside by Michael’s confession.
“Yeah but if all goes well, like it is right now, in a matter of time, Calum there will find it his social obligation to propose then get married then not use a condom, if you see where I’m going with this.’’
‘’Yeah I mean, I guess so but relationships are just a sort of way to make everything feel a bit better if you have someone to reassure you that you’re not going at it alone.”
Michael chose not to reply but shuffle his feet in the gravel as Violet watched, not understanding why he had such pessimistic views on everything.
“Let’s go back in, I need a drink.” He pulled her hand forward before she could answer, but she figured out that it probably wasn’t even a question.
sorry for the looong wait but i fiNALLY FINISHED LETTERS TO ELLIOT YAAS!
so ive been through my post- finished book writers block/shock so yeah, sorry nothing really happens in this chapter and its a bit carroty but it'll get better. i promise :)
-erica
