Lovesick - (Michael Clifford Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

I woke up to see Laura, admiring herself in the mirror. She looked like she was ready to go out somehwere. ''Oh, good morning Mackenzie.'' She greeted, noticing I was awake.

''Good morning.'' I half smiled. I just knew she was going to ask me about-

''So who was the boy you were texting last night?'' She wiggled her eyebrows. I gave her a shy look. ''Come on, we're room mates now.'' She giggled.

''We're just friends, his name is Michael.'' I smiled.

''Michael? No.. not Michael, Clif-'' She hesitated, smacking her lips with her palm, before bursting out into laughter. I was confused. What was the problem? ''It's seriously him?'' She managed to blurt out between laughter. I didn't see what was funny.

''Yes, it's him. We're friends.'' I replied. Placing emphasis on the word friends.

''He's a complete loser, Mackenzie.'' She stated, still laughing. Loser?

''How so?'' I replied but was cut off by a knock on the door.

''I'll get it.'' A girl called Krystal chirped. She opened the door, and I saw Justin.

''Hi Justin!'' Laura greeted, as she ran over and kissed him. That was unexpected. Justin held a plastic bag. I wasn't sure but from what I could make out, there was alcohol in there.

''We're going out now'' Krystal began. Her makeup was done, and she looked like a doll. Not that that's a good thing. She looked fake, but she seemed to be happy enough with her appearance. Anyway, who was I to judge. ''Have fun, here.'' She finished. My heart dropped at what she said. It kind of hurt, but I decided not to dwell on it. I didn't say anything, just waved at the girls and Justin. I found it hard to even smile at Laura right now. As soon as the door shut behind them, I pulled out my phone. I decided on typing a quick text to Michael.

Michael's P.O.V.

I woke up, feeling heavy. I stretched and yawned out the tiredness. I scanned the room, Justin was gone. He was my room mate. He intimidated me. He made me feel like a loser. Maybe I am. Actually, I am. I'm a loser. He always talks to me about girls. He talks about them like they're objects. I on the other hand, have a lot of respect for girls, whether we're friends or more. I usually nod and just let him speak. Half the time I don't even listen to his stupid, boyish theories, about how to get into a girls pants on the first date. He was full of it. I really fucking hate him, though. Especially after he made me look like a fool infront of-. My phone buzzed.

One unread messgae - Mackenzie

Hello :)

Good morning :) - M

I decided on leaving out the ''x'', since she didn't give any back last night. We texted for a while, before I puckered up some courage and asked her to hang out with me. We contemplated for a while about what we were going to do, before deciding on having a stroll to the park. I couldn't deny that she was one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. I have no friends other than Mackenzie. She seemed like the type of girl to have millions of friends, yet everytime I saw her, she was alone.

Mackenzie's P.O.V.

I'm ready to go out with Michael. I didn't bother putting any makeup on, who was I trying to impress? I shut the door to my room and pranced down the hallway, excited to see him. I saw him through a window at the entrance of the school, and decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. I crept outside, keeping low profile, finally getting close enough to him. I had to do it.

''Boo!'' I squealed. He ran forward a bit, stumbling slightly. Nearly falling on his face.

''That wasn't funny'' He scoffed. I pouted, just like he did when he scared me, and I opened my arms for a hug. He accepted, and we shared a friendly hug. I noticed his heart was beating rather quickly.

''Are you okay?'' I asked.

''Y-yes'' He stuttered. ''You frightened me.'' I couldn't help but laugh.

-

An hour passed, we found ourselves sitting on the same log as yesterday. It's nice to sit here. No one really came to this end of the park. We shared childhood memories with eachother, almost laughing the whole time. I learned a lot about him. He told me he had no friends, and I grew sad as the words left his mouth. Even though I was exactly the same, I didn't really know how it felt from another person's perspective. Did people feel this way when they noticed I have no friends? Obviously not, if no one ever bothers to speak to me about it.

''Mackenzie?'' He asked.

''Yes, Michael'' I smiled.

''Will you be my friend?'' I looked at him confused. Aren't we already friends? I mean, I don't know about him, but he's the only person I've spoke to since I got here. Apart from my room mates, of course. But I didn't really have a choice with them.

''Michael, we are friends.'' I replied, feeling my cheeks flutter.

''Mackenzie..'' He mumbled. There was something wrong. He sounded hurt. Had I said something? ''I mean friends, as in, bestfriends, maybe.'' He stopped for a second, and I smiled at how awkward he seemed. I nod at him to continue. ''Two people, who are there for eachother, through everything.'' He completed. I widened my eyes as he spoke. He pretty much described what I've been looking for, for what seems an eternity. A true friend.

''Michael'' I started, ''we're friends, okay?''

''Okay.'' I could see the smile creep up on his face. ''Hug?'' He asked, while opening his arms slowly. Gosh, he was so cute. I leaned forward into his chest and he welcomed me into his arms. We hugged for a bit longer than before. I felt safe again. I heard laughing in the distance and I spun around, still in Michael's arms. It was Laura and Justin. They were most likely on the way back from wherever they spent their day together.

''Ahhh, look, Laur-a.'' I heard Justin slur. As they got closer to us, I could smell a sudden whiff of alcohol. ''It's, the loser.'' He blurted out, pointing at Michael, before they both erupted in convulsions of laughter. Michael stared at the pair. My heart sank at how vunerable he looked. He seemed quite bothered by Justin's actions.

''Leave him alone.'' I shouted, standing up infront of Michael.

''Does he have a big one?'' Justin smirked. I narrowed my eyes and shook my head, turning around to grab Michael's arm.

''Come on, we're going.'' I said to Michael, standing him up. He flinched, as my hand brushed down his arm, and touched his hand. I awkwardly pulled away, and he gave me a sorry look, but I didn't dwell on it. We walked away and were no longer in range of Laura and Justin.

''Y-you didn't have to say anything to him.'' Michael said.

''But I did, you looked bothered, and I'm your friend now. Remember?''

a/n

so idk if i mentioned what colour hair Michael has in this story, but as I mentioned somewhere in one of the chapters, he's only gotten together with the band so fetus un-dyed michael blone/brown hair is what im thinking c: lol it took me a while to write this as i dont really know what im doing rn as its my first story but anyway lmao, dont forget to leave a comment and vote if you like okay byeeee ily