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eight

chapter eight:-

stella's pov:-

we were all at ihop, sitting in a circle waiting for our food. michael was sitting on my right side, calum was next to him, and then luke, and then ashton. gabi was on my left side and emily was next to her.

we wanted to go to mcdonald's first, but calum changed his mind and wanted to go to ihop, so here we are.

"i have a question!" luke said a little too loud.

"first, lower your voice," i whispered. "what's your question?"

"do you guys want to go on tour with us?" luke asked.

"we can't." gabi pouted. "we have to go to school, plus, stella has a job too."

"can't you just miss a week of your job and school?" calum pouted.

do not give in. you can't miss school. even if he has the cutest pout ever, don't let it get to you.

"i can't, i'm sorry," i apologised.

"wait." michael pointed at me. "you finish school at like, 3 pm? or 2:30, i don't know. and you go to your job at 4 or 5, you don't get a lot of costumers on school days, so you leave whenever you want. why don't you go to school, and come to one of our shows? just one. take a break from your job for just one day."

"wow, you're smart." ashton laughed.

"shut up." michael glared at him and turned to me. "so what do you say?"

"fine, but your next show is in sydney, australia.." i answered.

"you're coming with us."

"what? no!" i exclaimed. "i can't travel from new york to australia! that's like, a 21 hours flight or more! and i can't leave my brother!"

"what if i told you that, i already talked to your brother and he said okay?" michael asked.

"you wouldn't do it."

"i did." he picked up his phone and showed me text messages between him and someone.

i read them, and he was right. he texted my brother and told him about the concert, and sebastian said no at first, but he changed his mind later.

i took a look at the number again to make sure it was really my brother.

"oh my god, how did you even get his number?" i asked.

"it was kind of my idea.." gabi mumbled.

"oh my god, gabi." i glared at her.

"what? i wanna go to the concert!"

i sighed, not knowing what to say.

our food came so we didn't talk again. we ate in silence and when we were done, ashton paid for the food and we left.

"are you okay?" michael whispered in my ear.

"i'm okay, but i still can't believe that i'm going to one of your concerts." i smiled.

"so that means you're coming." he smiled at me.

"i can't even say no!" i answered him.

"yes!" he hugged me, picking me up and spinning me around.

i laughed, hugging him back. "put me down! gabi is taking pictures again."

"i don't care," he said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

oh my god, michael clifford just gave me a kiss. i think i'm gonna faint.

"i know what you're thinking." he smirked. "let it out."