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I never thought of Michael the same way as I used to before after the night we kissed. He used to be a friend, someone who I actually had the nerve to confront and talk to about video games when I barely know how to put two words in a sentence. Even I was shocked back then.
I slept the night off, and I woke up the next day around 10 am, begging mum to hand me back my console just for the day since Ashton was coming over.
“Who is Ashton?” My mum asked, puzzled.
I sighed gently. “He’s this really cool friend; he’s coming over so I can teach him how to play.”
“Interesting.” My mum said in fake fascination, and I rolled my eyes. “Honey, I’ll give you the console back for the day, but I’m going to stay with you guys.”
“Mum!” I groaned, and she shook her head.
“No ‘mum’s, I am going to keep passing by and see if everything’s okay or not, see if I even like the guy. Just because I let you sometimes hang out with Michael doesn’t mean I’m completely okay with you having guy friends.” She said, her gaze dropped down on the newspaper as she took a sip out of her coffee.
“Apart from my cellphone, my Xbox, and my bedroom posters, I only have like 2 friends.” I retorted, crossing my arms. “Besides when did you become so protective? You were basically willing to let me wander the streets just to find a friend! Don’t you remember?”
She didn’t reply, and for a moment I thought she didn’t hear me since her features were irresponsive, but she eventually spoke. “I’m only looking out for you Spencer, the way your dad would have looked out for you if he was here.”
She knew how to shut me right up, and I hated it when she used the dad card on me.
“Okay.” I said after a couple of minutes, grabbing my cereal box and filling the bowl, then jabbing my spoon in it.
She smiled in satisfaction, keeping her gaze on the newspaper.
I start eating my cereal, downing the contents with a cup of orange juice. As I finished, I went to the sink and placed them there randomly. “So where did you hide it?” I asked, this time grinning.
She snickered, “It’s in my closet, third drawer to the right.” She said, opening another page of the newspaper.
“Thank youuuu.” I said teasingly, pecking her cheek and running off to her bedroom, getting the console and hooking it up to the television, smiling widely.
I picked up my cellphone, and called Ashton. After a couple of rings, he finally managed to answer.
“Hello?” He asked, his voice slow and raspy.
I woke him up, good job Spencer.
“Crap, I-uhm, I’m so sorry for waking you up.” I stuttered halfway through the sentence, playing with the fabric of my bed sheets. I’ve always been a shitty talker, especially over the phone.
“No, no it’s fine.” He said, his voice softer than before. “Didn’t know it was you. So, what’s up?”
I shrugged, although I knew he couldn’t technically see me. “Nothing much really. I woke up like half an hour ago.”
He chuckled. “Well, good morning.” He said, and I laughed in response.
“Good morning.” I replied, hearing noise in the background. He was probably getting out of bed.
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Nightingale (Michael Clifford AU)
FanfictionHe provided me a sense of security and protectiveness, the way he held me so delicately. I fell for him, the way he talked to me with such charm and confidence. The way words would roll out of his tongue with such perfection. I loved him for his eve...
