Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 9

"Then what? Please I'm dying." He sits down next to me, looking at me. "I answered you honest, now it's your turn. What do you feel about me?"

"I-I..." I sigh. "I don't know. I'm confused. I've never met someone I clicked so much with but..."

"You can't just let your guard down again. You're too afraid to get hurt again. But guess what," he says, taking my hands in his big ones. "I would never do that to you, I promise. But I need to know if my feelings are the same from your side."

"I don't know," I whisper, saying what I felt like I had said a thousand times. "You're right, I don't want to get hurt again, and... I don't know."

"Could you stop saying that you don't know?" he speaks, his face inching closer to mine, my heart pounding in my chest. "Do you remember when you fell asleep on me that night where we watched Camp Rock? I think that when you woke up, your guard wasn't all up, so what did you feel right then?" I look down again, before he continued, me looking up at him again. "I know you think I'm a weirdo, with purple tips, and that I'm pale as a vampire. That my accent is weird, that I'm one who constantly goes on your nerves, but I keep coming back and makes you laugh. I know you think I'm a hardcore gamer, that I'm weird for having Camp Rock as my favorite Disney movie, and that I'm a pussy who's afraid of Slender." I listened carefully as I listened to the words coming out of his mouth. "I know that I'm nowhere near looking as most of the guys you've dates, that I'm nowhere near as hot. But I also know that I can love you way more than they can ever do. And I can't change the way I'm feeling about you." I felt a tear slip down my cheek, as his hands cupped my cheeks, wiping away the tear.

"Why didn't you just say all that five minutes ago?" I laugh, looking up at him as he slightly laughs. I then remove his hands from my face, making him sigh. He stands up, about to walk away, after he had practically poured his heart out for me. "I didn't tell you to leave, if I recall correctly," I tell him. He stops, as he looks over at me, studying my face. I stand up, looking at him. "All the things you just said... that's exactly how I look at you, except the fact that you made it sound like you're not good enough for me."

"Which I'm not. You're a model. Guys would kill to even get on one day with you, especially you."

"Michael... just because I'm a god damn model, doesn't mean that you're not good enough for me... I just... I'm really not good at this... Even if you weren't, it doesn't matter. What if the roles were switched? Would you think of me otherwise?"

"Of course not!"

"Exactly," I say, stepping closer, him watching me carefully with each step I took. "Michael, I'm still not a 100 percent sure what I feel about you, but I know I'll lose you if I don't... at least try and listen to my heart."

"What are you saying?"

"That... that I want to give the two of us a chance... okay? But you have to give me time." He smiles and just nods, stepping closer to me, smiling down at me.

"So, if I was to kiss you right now... would you stop me?"

"Try me." He smiles, tipping his head a bit, his lips quickly brushes against mine, before pulling me all the way in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around my waist, deepening the kiss.

"I FUCKING TOLD YOU!" a voice then says loudly, making us pull away. I look to my side, the same as Michael, seeing Ashton and Calum standing there, smiling. "You owe me 5 bucks," Ashton then says, holding out his hand, Calum rolling his eyes as he handed Ashton the money.

"You bet on this?" I ask, both of them looking at each other, before on us, shrugging at the same time.

"We've had some pretty boring weeks, and Michael here has only been talking about this special girl he met." I see as Michael's cheeks turned a dark shade of red, me slightly giggling.