Lovesick - (Michael Clifford Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

(quick a/n, i'm going on vaca on tuesday - [12th aug] and won't really have time to update after today, until after i come back, which is in a little over a week's time, so i'm gonna update now. i know i updated a few days ago but i just thought i would since i won't be able to post any updates for a week, i'll write on holiday but most likely won't be able to post :c thanks if youre reading btw it means alot)

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Michael's P.O.V.

''We're friends now. Remember?'' she said, a smile creeping upon her face. I couldn't help the feeling that erupted inside of me. It felt like the feeling you get when you decide to try something dangerously new for the first time, and you're nervous about it. I'm a little nervous about this. I had a friend now. I forgot how it felt to have someone there for me. Nonetheless, who's to say that the friendship could fall apart anytime soon. Fuck. I cursed myself. This really shows how long it's been since I've been able to call someone a friend. I can't help thinking that I'm not good enough for anyone. Though, Mackenzie seems different. Loyal, in a way. We haven't known eachother for long, I'll admit, but she just stood up for me, infront of a guy, who I'm totally scared shitless of. I must mean something to her, or maybe she just feels sorry for me.

''Friends.'' I small smiled.

We found ourselves standing here, outside, sharing glances with eachother. Laura and Justin were well out of reach by now. Everytime she looked around, I couldn't help but stay staring into her big brown eyes, and thinking, wow. They really were beautiful. I was lowered from my thoughts, as it started pouring down rain. We both giggled. Her fringe quickly became plastered to her forhead, as did mine. Out of nowhere I grabbed her hand. What am I doing. She didn't flinch, though, or pull away. We started running back to the school as quick as our feet could carry us, being careful not to slip on the muddy surface.

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She leaned, facing forwards with both her palms pressed into the wall, looking down. I just ran her all the back to her room. We were both still soaked through. She was out of breath, but chuckling. ''Are you okay?'' I asked, quite concerned, but with a smile, raising my eyebrows slightly.

''Fine.'' She just about managed to breath out. I laughed. I sure was fine. I used to be on the local football team, so my fitness level was suprisingly, quite good, still. She finally calmed down. ''Would you like to come in, to, you know, dry off?'' She suggested, I nodded. She knocked on her door, no answer. She sighed in relief, and pushed open the door.

She handed me a towell and I dried myself off. She disappeared into the bathroom. I didn't really know what to do. I thought about telling her I was going to leave, incase it got awkward, but I honestly, didn't want to. She came out, minutes later, in pyjama shorts, and an oversized band shirt.

''You like SWS?'' I asked, interested in her music taste. She nodded, and looked down at her appearance. She looks so cute. Now there's an awkward silence, shit.

Mackenzie's P.O.V.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I cursed myself for wearing a short sleeved shirt, and quickly hid my hands behind my back. I forgot about my new scars, and wouldn't dream of showing Michael. Even if we were friends now, I wouldn't dare let him know I did something like that. How do I know I completely trust him, yet? I grabbed the nearest sweatshirt I found and threw it on.

''Are you okay?'' He asked, concern apparent in his tone.

''Sure.'' I smiled. He smiled back and opened his arms for a hug. ''But you're wet!'' I squealed. This didn't matter to Michael. He came towards me, but I backed up and fell onto my bed. He didn't follow my actions, but kneeled down between my legs, which were hanging off the bed. He reached up and tickled my sides. I erupted with laughter, kicking my legs frantically on either side of him, but he didn't stop. ''Okay! Okay!'' I said standing up, shaking off the tickled feeling. He opened his arms and wrapped them around my shoulders, while I reached mine around his waist.

''You know, Mack..'' He started. ''It's been a long time, since I've had a hug, that actually meant something to me.'' He completed.

''W-what?'' I questioned. Knowing what he meant, but not sure if I felt the same thing, just yet.

''I'm sorry. Shit.'' He cursed. ''Sorry. I should g-''

''Relax, it's fine.'' I unintentionally brought my hand up to meet his cheek, touching it slightly with my fingertips. I felt it get hot, and I pulled away. ''Sorry.'' I mumbled. He just looked at me. I waved an arm infront of his face, to rescue him from his daze, but he caught it, wrapping it around his waist. My other arm did the same almost automatically.

There was sudden bang, and Laura fell through the door, giggling to herself. She was alone. Oh wait, no she wasn't.

''Aye.'' The boy threatened.

''Are we interupting something?'' Laura chuckled.

''N-'' I began, but got cut off.

''Yes, actually.'' Michael said. I shot him a look.

''Well, in that case, come on Justin, we should leave.'' Laura giggled. She wiggled her eyebrows at me, I knew what she was trying to say. She wasn't my friend, though, and I was more than certain nothing was going to happen between me and Michael, so I ignored her actions. Me and Michael stood until they left. He happily sighed.

''Wow.'' I started. He just laughed.

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Michael left an hour ago. Laura, or any of the other girls, still aren't back. To be honest, I don't want them back. Not soon, anyway. I enjoyed my own company sometimes.

It was suprising that I felt kind of safe with Michael. I couldn't describe it. Ever since he told me he has no friends, all I've wanted to do is hug him and tell him that I was here for him. Laura clearly thinks there's something going on. That whole, wiggling her eyebrows whenever I received a text. For she probably knew the only person who would text me is him, since I told her we were friends. Why did she think that? I thought for a while. Me and Michael have only been friends for a short time, but I have to admit, we got pretty close to eachother tonight, physically. But what Laura and Justin saw, was just me and Michael sharing a moment together. Two friends sharing a moment together, and being there for eachother. That is what he said he wanted, right? It's what I wanted to, for a long time, actually.

Just then, I caught myself off-guard by sneezing. This better not have something to do with being out in the rain. Ugh. I shook the thought from my head and decided to sleep. For tomorrow, was a day that I'm not looking forward to, at all.

[just a thought] i imagine laura to look like, kind of a wanna be goth? idk i imagine she has jet black hair, and wears eye liner, but is really pretty. idk, krystal is white trash looool and justin omg i imagine him to have like kind of long hair and wearing a snapback and he's made out by all the girls who attend the school to be much more attractive than he actually is and its bc hes popular but michael is the main bae lol thanks if youve read this and stuff, update after my holiday byeeeeee ~ maria c: