sing with me || mgc

four

chapter four:-

stella's pov:-

michael and i reached the mall about an hour ago, and right now, we're in an ice cream shop, talking about random stuff and eating ice cream, obviously.

"how old are you?" he asked me.

"i'm 18," i answered.

"you probably know my age so.." he laughed awkwardly.

"yeah." i smiled at him.

it was silent for a few seconds, but i broke the silence by asking a question.

"why are you not with the other guys? aren't you supposed to be rehearsing for your tour or something?"

"we're on a break," he answered. "we're gonna start rehearsing next week."

i nodded, not knowing what to say.

he was on his phone doing god knows what, so i picked up my phone, which was already fixed by the way. he fixed it for me and he didn't want me to pay at all. i feel bad, i really hate it when people pay stuff for me, especially if it's so expensive.

my thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing.

"hello?" i answered.

"where are you?" my brother asked.

"i'm at the mall."

"you should be here in 30 minutes, it's a school night."

"fine." i huffed, hanging up.

"what's wrong?" michael asked me.

"i have to leave because i have to go to school tomorrow." i groaned.

he laughed, "i'll walk with you."

we left the mall and started walking together to my house. it took us about 20 minutes to reach my house.

"do you want to come in?" i asked politely.

"i need to leave, sorry." he apologised. "but will i see you later?"

"of course." i smiled at him.

we hugged and then he left. i opened the door and walked in.

"so now you're going out with michael clifford, huh?" i turned around to see my brother smirking at me.

"shut up." i groaned. "he broke my phone and wanted to fix it for me."

"well, if he tries to hurt you, i'll arrest him."

"shut up," i said again, heading to my room.

i went on twitter and tweeted something.

@stellaandrews: i bumped into michael clifford. we hung out. i'm so lucky.

and at the same time, michael tweeted something.

@Michael5SOS: got some ice cream with the most beautiful girl ever.

michael freaking clifford just called me beautiful. i never expected this, going out with michael and becoming his friend, him and the other boys following me and tweeting about me. this makes me feel so happy, but then i remembered something.

they have a lot of fans, and i'm sure i'm gonna get a lot of hate comments from them.

i have to stop thinking about this.

i took off my clothes and wore my pajamas, picking up my phone and jumping on my bed. i was on twitter, so i went to michael's profile and read the comments on his last tweet about me.