Behind Locked Doors (Michael Clifford boyxboy)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

"Alright, as warm as you are and as much as I love to cuddle, I need to go to school," Anna said, breaking the silence as she sighed.

"Well if you would drop out, maybe you'd have more time to spend with me."

"Well if I would drop out, we wouldn't be able to afford this apartment."

"Uggh fine," I groaned, forcing myself onto my feet.

Straight out of high school, Anna went off to college. She'd had planned for college ever since she was a little girl, and when she got accepted into Ithaca, her dream college, everything fell into place. I didn't become a part of her after high school plans until we were sixteen. I had always wanted to move to New York, and it was cheaper for us to rent an apartment together than to rent two separate apartments.

Unlike Anna, I never wanted to go to college. My parents pressured me to get good grades so I could "get into the best school possible". They ruined the idea of college for me. I know I sound like a typical teenager, but I want to be in a band. Music is my life. Growing up, I always wanted to be a singer. Just me on stage. Solo. The spotlight on me and only me. As I grew older, I realized I wanted to be in a band. I fell in love with punk and emo music and wanted nothing more than to be a lead singer of a band. I'm still on a hunt for a band to call my own, but I'll never stop dreaming until there are "misunderstood" kids everywhere wearing my band's name on cut up tee shirts.

"Don't forget you have work today," she told me as she walked to her bedroom to change.

"Oh eww. I have to deal with people? Why can't I just lay on the couch and do nothing with my life?" I sighed, following her down the hall and leaning against the wall against her closed door.

"Well, you can, but that means that I'd be paying for the entire apartment by myself."

"Dammit Anna," I groaned as I walked to my own bedroom.

We had talked about that many times. She knows I would never let her pay for the apartment by herself. I'm way too protective of her to let her waste her money on giving me shelter when I should be living on the streets.

"I love youu!" she cried out in a voice that made her sound like a young boy going through puberty, and I nearly died laughing as I shut my bedroom door behind me.

My bedroom was fairly simple. It was white and had vertical light blue stripes. The color's definitely not my style (I prefer black thank you), but we were renting the apartment, so we weren't allowed to paint. I have band posters up all around the room to make up for the hideous walls.

I put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a Pierce the Veil shirt, and my black converse. I hate having a job, but the good thing about it is I can wear whatever I want as long as it doesn't have cuss words on it and I wear jeans. The bad thing is I work at a hotdog stand, and I make practically no money. All of my money goes into the rent, and I barely can afford the rent even with my entire paycheck. The only time I can buy something is if I save up my tips, and I don't get a lot.

I combed my hair until it looked reasonable and I frowned at my hair color. I needed to dye my hair again. I had my hair dyed blue, but I couldn't afford to dye it again when my roots started showing. Now my hair is just blue on the very tips with my stupid brown being the prominent color. I really hate my natural hair color; brown is just shit on me.

I walked out into the living room and saw Anna waiting for me. We always walk with each other since her college is on the way to the hotdog stand where I work.

I gave her a hug goodbye when we reached her college and wished her luck. I kept walking to the stand, which was a couple blocks away, with my hands shoved into my pockets.

My day was filled with annoying people yelling very loudly at each other (and sometimes me) and practically no tips being made. I signed and rubbed my temples to get rid of my headache. My life is hell. I just want my life to begin.

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Hey! Sorry it's been awhile since I've updated. I've been super busy with work. I got to see 5 Seconds of Summer and One Direction though, so I'm very happy! Michael looked like an angel, and I nearly died. Calum tripped on the stage, and he nearly died. Just kidding he was fine. But it was so much fun! Aside from all the screaming twelve year olds. Anywho, I hope you liked this chapter. I know it's very boring right now, but I promise, the boys will come in soon :-)

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