Catfish - Michael Clifford

Chapter Ten

Ivy woke up at around eleven, and checked her phone. She'd recieved a text from Michael at around 5am.
'Testing, testing, I hope this delivers! Am going to the interview now will message you later if you want? Xxxx'

She tried to ignore the racing of her heart.
'Hey, sorry only just woke up. Yeah sure, message me when you can.'

She wasn't waiting long before she got a reply.
'I can message now, didn't want to bug you xxxx'
'You could never bug me.'
'Except when I don't tell you who I really am.'
'Let's not talk about that. Its in the past, let's start again?'
'Okay. Hi, I'm Michael Clifford. I'm in a band, and I like pizza'

Ivy laughed, and tried to think of a clever reply.
'Hi, I'm Ivy. I'm not poisonus and I also like pizza.'
'So do you wanna go get some pizza some day soon?'
'Yeah sure, pizza is always good. I've gotta go now, I can hear Nova banging about, and usually that means she want me to get up. Speak later.'
'Okay, can't wait. Speak soon Poison Ivy x'

"Morning." Nova said as Ivy walked into the kitchen.

"Morning, sorry, I was texting Michael."

"Ah, I'll let you off this time then." Nova winked.

"So what's the plan then? Are we going shopping in a bit or later?" Ivy asked.

"In a bit if that's okay with you? I'll make omelettes for breakfast and then we can go?"

"Sounds good to me." Ivy said with a smile.

"So what do you fancy for tea tonight?" Nova asked as they walked into Asda.

"Food."

"I don't know why I bother asking you."

"I don't know either."

They decided to walk down the entertainment section first so Ivy could check the games out. There wasn't anything new so they wandered over to the DVDs and CDs. Nova started rifling through everything and found a couple of DVDs she wanted.

"Hey look, its your boyfriend." Nova laughed, picking up the 5 Seconds of Summer CD she spotted.

Wow you're hilarious, and he's not my boyfriend." Ivy blushed.

"Yeah you're right, you aren't his type." A random girl from behind them laughed with two of her friends.

All three of them were wearing a variation of the same One Direction top, were smothered in make up and looked like they were about 12 years old.

"Yeah, but at least she's not a carrot." Nova spat at them.

Ivy and Nova were in a fit of laughter as the girls practically ran away crying.

"That was so rude Nova!" Ivy laughed.

"Yeah they deserved it though, little bitches."

"True." Ivy continued laughing.

They carried on shopping, and ended up buying pasta bake, garlic bread, and lots of snacks.

"So what have you been speaking about with Michael then?" Nova asked curiously, as they got in the car and headed home.

"Not a lot really, just general chat. I don't know, its weird now. I don't really know what to talk about with him. Like before he was just a normal lad that liked video games and food. Now he's Michael Clifford." Ivy explained.

"You realise he's still the same person right? He still is the same guy that likes video games and food, hr just also happens to be in a famous band. Just be how you were before."

"You're like an agony aunt, I swear, I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Only because you cause me so much agony." Nova laughed. "Now text him! Before I do."

"Fine, jeeze. Shush, you're not his type."

"Well that doesn't matter because I'm a Calum girl anyway."

'Hey, so what do I even save you in my phone as now? :P xxxx'  She put, trying to be clever.
'Yay, I got some kisses. This is progress :P I don't know, sexiest man alive? Xxxx'
'How about the pizza emojii? I think its perfect xxxx'
'Omg yes and I will save you as the xbox controller haha xxxx'
'We are brilliant at this haha xxxx'
'So what are you up to tonight? Xxxx'
'Probably watch a DVD with Nova, unless she watches it in bed, then I'll probably play some Xbox xxxx'
'Wish I could come play Xbox with you, I bet it'd be better than playing online together xxxx'
'I wish you could to, would definitely be better xxxx'
'I can if you want? We're free to do what we want for the next few days so I could book a hotel nearby and come see you? I mean only if you want xxxx'
'That would be great! As long as you want to xxxx'
'Yeah it'd be great! I'll see if the boys want to come back with me. I'll come by myself to yours but they'll be there with me at the hotel, cause I'm a scaredy cat. Will text when I'm leaving xxxx'

Ivy almost squealed with excitement as the two girls got into the house and sat down on the sofa.

"Oh my god. Mikey wants to come here tonight. Are you okay with this?" Ivy asked.

"Um, fuck yes."

"Okay, hes gonna travel back here and book a hotel. He'll text when he's on his way." Ivy told her. "Wow, Michael Clifford is going to be in our flat. This is insane. We need to tidy." Nova panicked.

"We need to move house. There's no hope for this place."

Both girls were now slowly tidying and cleaning. There wasn't much to do, although Nova was pretty OCD when it came to cleaning. Within an hour the place was pretty much sparkling, and there was an overpowering smell of Dettol filtering through her nose.

Her phone started ringing in her pocket. She looked at who it was and her heart started racing all over again.

"Hello." She answered shakily.

"Hey, I'm on my way. I'll be a couple of hours. The hotels booked and the boys are on their way back in a separate car so they can go straight there."

"Okay, how come you are taking cars?"

"Sometimes we leave the tour bus in random places so that fans think we are still there, like a decoy. If that makes sense?"

"Yeah it does, clever thinking." She laughed.

"Okay, well see you soon!"

"Yep, bye."

She heard the phone disconnect, locked it and put it back in her pocket.

"He's on his way!" Ivy squealed.

"I gathered that." Nova joked.

"So what do we do now?" Ivy asked.

"I don't know, we can watch a couple of episodes of Sons Of Anarchy if you fancy it?"

"Yeah sounds good to me. May calm my nerves a bit."

Or so she hoped anyway.

They'd gotten about 10 minutes into their third episode when the doorbell rang.

"Well go answer the door then!" Nova urged.

Ivy got up and slowly walked over to the front door. She tried to stop herself from shaking so much before pulling the handle down.

There stood Michael Clifford, wearing black skinny jeans, a ripped Green Day vest top and a black snapback that he had on backwards holding two pizza boxes.

"Alright stop gawking, the pizzas going cold." He winked.