Heart Out

Chapter 1

"MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD! DID YOU ACTUALLY EAT THE LAST FUCKING PIECE OF MY HAWAIIAN PIZZA?"

I angrily walked into the living room to find my 6 foot tall, purple haired best friend sitting on the sofa, slowly swallowing the last bite of my pizza.

"Calm down Sam" he smiled, walking over to me to pull me in a hug.

"You know, I'm a hungry man who still hasn't quite finished puberty. I apologize for eating the last piece of pizza" he laughed and kissed the top of my head.

"It's okay Mikey! Next time though, you should think about me first. I'm even more hungry than you are. Also I'm a year younger than you, which means I'm going through puberty aswell and if you eat all of my food, it's very likely that you're going to be responsible for the fact that my boobs will stop growing. Do you want this?" I looked up at him and ruffled his hair. His eyes widened.

"Your boobs will stop growing if I eat your food? Oh god please no. I'll go and buy you some ice cream now" he whined and tugged me towards the front door.

"You're such a child Mikey!" I smiled, releasing from his grip to walk over to the sofa. The sound of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo was blasting through the speakers of my TV.

"Seriously Mikey, if you continue eating my food all the time, you'll look like her mum very soon" I remarked, pointing towards the TV which showed Honey Boo Boo's mum in a ridiculous tight pink dress.

"Hey, I'm hotter than her! I'm sure I'd look much better in that dress than her" Michael laughed.

"Of course you would Mikey."

I loved those evenings. Just me and Mikey..... and pizza. These Thursday night sleepovers had become some sort of tradition for us. Ever since Michael dropped out of school, because he wanted to focus on his career with his band, me and him didn't see each other as often as we used to. Back when he was still going to school we were inseparable. I remember when we met in primary school. I managed to accidently push him into a puddle of mud. The idiot he was (and still is) he grabbed my hand to hold onto someone and pulled me into the mud aswell. Ever since that incident we've been best friends. To some people it might seem like me and Michael are dating, and if I'm being honest, it kind of does seem a bit like it sometimes, but believe me, me and Michael are just really close friends. And by really close, I mean extremely close! We tell each other basically everything. He knows every single one of my secrets and I know about every single one of his. Michael was a blessing.., but sometimes he could be a pain in the ass.

"Hey Sam!" Michael whispered as he started poking my sides.

"Yeah purplehead?". Purplehead was my actual nickname for him (apart from Mikey!), because currently his hair was dyed in a pastel purple shade. Michael had this habit of dyeing his hair a lot and I liked to tease him with little nicknames related to his hair colour sometimes. He knew that I loved most of his hair colours, but he also knew that as his best friend it was my duty to use every single chance I had to tease him about it.

"When are you planning on telling Calum you like him?" he asked while playing with a piece of my long blonde hair. 

Calum... Calum... Calum Hood. Calum was the bassist in Michael's band. He was amazing. He had dark hair, an amazing body, tattoos and beautiful brown eyes. Here's the thing: I've had a crush on Calum for quite some time now. You might think that's not that much of a big deal. I mean true, Calum is best friends with Michael and me and him get along pretty good aswell. I understand that you don't see a problem here. But believe me, there's a huge problem. Calum.. well he likes sex. He sleeps around quite a lot and basically has another girl in his bedroom at least 3 times every week. Who can blame him though? He's a young attractive boy + he's way out of my league. He'd never go out with me. Why would he? He could have every single girl on this planet, so why would he want me?

"I don't know" I shrugged. "Maybe next week! Maybe in two weeks... I really don't know" I sighed, cuddling closer to Michael, resting my head on his shoulder.

"You've been saying this for the past few months Sam! You need to tell him someday" Michael chuckled.

"Why should I bother? I'll just destroy our friendship! I mean I'm way out of his league. He could have every single girl in this world.. why would he want me?"  I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. I quickly wiped it off with the sleeve of my sweater, in hope Mikey didn't notice.

"Because you're beautiful!" Michael said, kissing my forehead.