This Year's Love // Michael Clifford

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Michael Clifford

"Where's Brittany?" Luke asks.

"I don't just spend every day of my life with her," I reply, plopping down beside him on the couch.

"Yeah, you do," all my bandmates simultaneously said.

"Says you, Calum!" I retort.

"Touché," he sighs.

"So where is she?" Ashton questions.

"Work." I shrug.

"Where's Becky?" Luke turns to Calum, full on knowing he'd get called out on the infamous nickname he gave Becca.

"She hates it when you call her that," Calum expectedly groans.

"Which is why I'll continue to." Luke grins wickedly.

I roll my eyes at my friends. "Let's go do something. We haven't done anything fun together since we've been here. Like just us."

"I'm down." Ashton shrugs.

Luke and Calum agree.

"Who's up to getting their ass beat in mini golf?" I smirk.

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"I hate this game," I growl, tossing the mini golf club into the bin I got it from in the beginning.

"It was your idea to come here." Ashton shrugs.

"And besides," Luke says, "you're just pissed that I beat you."

"Just rub it in some more," Calum sarcastically tuts.

"In fact, I beat all of you." Luke confidently grins.

"You're an ass," Ashton grunts.

"We should go get some food," I say, shoving my phone in my pocket (I was seeing if Brittany texted me, but she hasn't).

"Where?" Luke asks, thankfully over his annoying boasting.

"Turner's Tables?" I suggest.

"What the hell is that?" Calum asks.

"It's next to Tommy's," I reply.

"And Tommy is?" Ashton raises an eyebrow.

"Were you all born yesterday? Tommy's is where Brittany works," I state.

"Oh, so you want to go to this Turner's place because of Brittany. I see." Luke smirks.

My cheeks redden. "No," I lie.

"We'll go to your stupid Timmy Turner's Pub," Calum says, "but only because Becca is working, too."

"It's Timmy's Tables," I groan.

"Whatever."

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"Hi, I'm Sasha. I'll be your waitress for today. Can I start you off with some drinks?"

My eyes were trained on the bottle blonde, curious as to why she was a waitress and not a model. I'm pretty sure all four of us are very bluntly checking her out. You just couldn't not check her out. She's hot as fuck.

"Um, we'll all have a beer," Calum says, the first of us to not be checking out her boobs.

"What brand would that be?" Sasha asks, clearly enjoying all the attention she was getting from us.

"Corona," Luke answers.

"I'll bring that right out for ya." She winks, then saunters away.