author's note
hi. i'm not good when it comes to author's notes - but still. i know it might seem a bit boring in the beginning but it will be better, i promise! so basically this is like a school project that they're supposed to do (let's pretend they're still in school) about the most traumatic experience in their life so yeah, it's gonna get traumatic. oh, and by the way, this isn't PG-rated.
i hope you enjoy this, and even if you don't, thanks for the read :-)
- maja
michael
6:32 pm. that is what the clock read on my phone as i checked the time. i was nervous. maybe i should introduce myself? right. okay. hello. my name is michael gordon clifford. i like pizza and playing video games. i also tend to dye my hair a lot. it’s a hobby. i live in sydney, australia but at the moment me and my band mates [i’m in a band, forgot to mention that] are on tour with one direction as their opening act. anyway, i’m going to tell you a story about me and my best friend, sydney adelaide moore. it’s weird why she’s named after cities. supposedly she was conceived in adelaide and born in syndey. moore is just a regular ol’ last name. this story is about how we managed to go from being best friends to not even speaking anymore. now that, my friend, is some tough love.
sydney was a girl with many characteristics; she could be the funniest person you know but also the deepest. she was a girl that sometimes had a large vocabulary and she could talk for hours about a pillow, and the strangest part is that her voice would be so intriguing that would actually listen to her go on about a pillow. sometimes she didn’t say anything at all; sometimes she wouldn’t say a word because she was afraid she’d say the wrong thing. but sydney never had any fears. except for heights.
i’ve always been in love with sydney. since the day i met her back in second grade. sydney always lived in sydney, just a different part than i did. she moved to the part of sydney where i lived because of her dad [he had gotten a very important job apparently]. i remember when our teacher told us we were getting a new student, and a few days later, on a thursday, she walked in, hair messily tied up in a pony tail, with dirty jeans and a stained teenage mutant ninja turtles t-shirt along with rubber boots. i knew then that she was the girl for me. luke and calum went in the same class as me and them being my best friends they were forced to play with sydney also. but i think that if they weren’t forced to play with her they never would’ve experienced so many things that never would have happened without syd.
like i was saying – we were on tour for one direction as their opening act. i play guitar. i think it’s fun. but when you have to stand in front of at least fifty thousand people and play it’s kind of nerve-wracking. but i usually get over it. this was the twelfth show we’ve been playing and i’ve gotten used to the feeling. the feeling when you go out and people scream your name. or scream in general. for you. it’s kind of cool to be honest. but what i’m not used to is seeing sydney standing there watching me. whether it’s in the crowd or backstage, it still feels kind of embarrassing knowing she’s watching me play.
we walked out on stage on queue – first ashton, then me, then luke and calum. screams erupted and i looked around for a brief second. there are a lot of people. like a lot a lot. i saw syd and gave her a wink, and i watched her grin back at me. ashton held a welcoming speech [we’re in stockholm, did i mention that?] to what i later found out was forty-seven thousand people. we all said a few words and with that started playing.
when ashton started pounding his drums to the beat of english love affair i quickly scanned my eyes across the crowd seeing many different faces, some with tear stained cheeks, others with blushed cheeks grinning, and a few just standing. my eyes moved to the side as i saw her; swaying her hips to the beat of the drums with a slight smirk on her framed face. like always she looked stunning, her tight black jeans covering her long legs as she paired them with a grey t-shirt and a grey and baby pink checkered flannel. her hair was let down and as she jumped around her dark, wavy hair moved from side to side, getting it in her face.
