"Um." We both looked up from more pressing matters to see Calum leaning against my doorframe (it feels so odd to say MY room) with an ugly look on his face. "I'm supposed to show you the cleaning closet, or am I interrupting something...."
I hopped out, blushing as hard as I could. "Oh no, not interrupting, just... Asking about dusting stuff! Yeah!"
"Yeah," repeated Michael.
Calum led me to a tiny closet, and made a grand, smug gesture at the contents within: dusting spray, a broom, and an ancient vacuum.
"Oohhhkayyy....," I said, and got to work.
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3 hours and a LOT of dust later, I flopped on to my clean carpet and sighed as I admired my newly scrubbed room, and laughed as Michael starts jumping on my washed bed.
"You'll get footprints!"
"Well come put footprints on it with me, then!"
We both started giggling like maniacs and jumping around on the bed, until Michael laid down and started aggressively cuddling me, until I turned around and we laid face to face for a while.
Then he leaned over, and kissed me on the lips.
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Timing (Michael Clifford)
FanfictionTiming is everything, according to Lara Johnston, a short and stubby 17 year old African American teenager. She has a schedule for every action, and a budget for every minute. But what happens when she runs into Michael Clifford, a star from the ban...
