Call Me Crazy || Michael Clifford

16 || Losers

Last week had flown by so quickly. I'd gotten into some sort of swing of how this school works and a few people have even tried to talk to me outside of Luke, Calum, Ashton, and Michael. All of my classes so far haven't turned out so bad, luckily, and a couple of the teachers have even taken a liking to me which is surprising.

It's the 22nd now and the most I can do seeing how hard this transition has already drained me is groan into a pillow until I have no voice. This Friday could not come any sooner. Everyone was starting to freak out because Valentine's Day was "right around the corner." All around school people have talked about asking certain people out on a date or just talking about fucking certain people until their dick can be seen down a girl's throat, a sad comparison I've heard someone say during study hall today.

I was lying on my bed with Journey playing on my stereo. I finally got everything in my boxes unpacked earlier putting the finishing touches on these four walls. The room was a nice, warm, dark grey as it came with the house. The room was lit with a warm-colored light bulb in the only lamp I had. Conveniently, I had put that lamp on my vanity across the room, but it helped set a calming atmosphere with the soft light being so far from me. I even put a piece of paper that I cut above the lampshade so now the light pointed towards the ceiling looked like a half moon, half sun when I put the empty boxes away.

Sitting in the covers, I had my mattress heating pad set to the max due to the blast of cooling air we had today. I didn't mind since I was all wrapped up in blankets. What I did mind was the awkward act of trying to find a good position to watch YouTube videos full screen and without any hands. Resting my phone against my legs was too much of a stretch for my neck and putting it between them would muffle the sound, so I now laid on my stomach cuddling a pillow as I set my device leaning against a pillow that leaned against my headboard.

My phone buzzed beside me. Taking into my hands, I saw that Michael had sent me a text. Instantly a smile came onto my face. I have changed his contact name from just Mikey Wednesday when we had an argument over a certain television show at lunch and I always want to laugh whenever he got ahold of me from that point on.

Clifford the Big Red Dog

Hey r u home?

No I've been kidnapped

God fucking damnit
You had ONE JOB

Wym I had ONE JOB??

I wanted to hang out
and you couldn't be in
the one place I looked

R u in my house rn? Tf
how did u get in???

No, I'm not in ur house
now open ur window

I said I got kidnapped

Hardy har har
Come on plz!! It's cold
out tonight!

Shaking my head, I laughed at him and got up from my bed. Making my way over, I saw the shadow of the tree branches right outside my window. The damn thing gave me a scare the first night when I wasn't aware of the monster claw right on the other side of the window panes. The branch's twigs looked like a hag's hand coming to nab me or even the skeletal hand of a Dementor coming to suck out my soul as a little snack.

I opened up my curtains to see Michael's blonde fringe down in my backyard. He smiled up at me before throwing one last thing up at me. Finally, I opened my window and took out the screen cover.