Becca's POV:
"Mum, I'll be back in December! Don't worry!" It is my last day up in Scotland and this time tomorrow I would be in collage in London. FREAKING LONDON. I know that this was hard for my mum because me and her have been do close, I think closer than my brother and sister were.
"It's just like Julie all over again. Beccz, I don't want you to do the same to me. I've been through enough." Mum said between tears. Julie (my sister... DUHH...) she is 5 years older than me and she went to collage and I guess, she never came back... In not saying she's dead, she's very much alive. She left our small town to go to the collage, the same one that I'm leaving for, and fell in love. I was always acting older, more responsible, organised, sociable... All those things. She was always a tom boy, she loved super hero movies and comics, she ALWAYS drew, she was obsessed with all those Anime Cartoon thingies... I never under stood them... But she had (has? I don't know I've not seen her in bloody years...) short brown hair and she never wore make up. And if she did she would make a right mess of it. But she left for collage and she met this guy, Lewis, and that are madly in love... It's sickening... They met on the train from Edinburgh to London and they started chatting, they found out that they we're going to the same collage and taking the same classes! Yay. Then that Christmas Julie came round and that was the last time we saw them. They moved in together and they dropped out of collage and took a year in Spain to... Get busy...and they haven't come back yet... I wound NEVER do this to mum. She's amazing.
"I doubt that I will meet a guy on a train who I instantly fall in l-" I noticed my little brother, Tyron, walk in with a tear stained face, this didn't surprise me. He had Aspergers (a type of autism) Tyron was 5 years younger than me and even though you wouldn't catch a 13 year old crying at the drop of a hat this was Aspergers we were talking about. This basically means that he is super-duper-looper sensitive. When he was about 10 he had about 3 "crisis'" in a day about any old shit. Although he still has this thingie, he's much better. He has about one crisis in about a 2-3 months.
"Ty!" I ran up to him hugging his small frame. "I'm gonna miss you kiddo!" A single tear running down my cheek, not wanting him to see. It.
"Bec, can't you stay and do your courses online? That's what Gabriel's sister is doing and-" he had 1, 2, 3, 4, -8? Tears collecting on his jaw. "I don't want you to go Becca!"
"Ty, I'll be back as soon as you know it! I'll text you every day! Promise?" I held out my pinkie like what we used to do during one crisis' and he held out his. We linked them and shouted "WILLY WONKA'S WONKY WILLY!"
"Jesus, will you two just grow up?!" Mum cringed. We all ended rolling around laughing and playing that lava floor game thing in the last hour before the taxi came to the house and carried me to Edinburgh airport.
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Hi, I guess that's the prologue... Sorry it's very, wordy yet so short... I know that this doesn't have 5 Seconds of Summer in it yet but, this was just a bit of background As you can probably tell, this is a Michael Clifford FanFiction and it will also have Lashton and a tad of a Calum romance.
No promises that I will carry on writing this but I'll probably upload every week - every fortnight. Yeah, bye bye ;)
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Strangers (Michael Clifford)
Fanfiction"Why are you stalking me?" "Because I want to be less than a stranger to you."
