Call Me Crazy || Michael Clifford

15 || Fucking Cheerios

(quick lil thing: the song doesn't entirely go with the first blurb but I thought it was cute and didn't want to get rid of it bc of the song for the chapter k luyoobyy)

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEE—

I groaned hearing that hideous alarm. The covers shifted all around me until I had tangled legs with someone. Didn't even bother to open my eyes as their hairy legs wrapped around my own. The space around me felt chillier than it needed to be causing me to cuddle as much blanket as I could around my body until there was resistance. Someone groaned and pulled the blanket over themselves more, but I let them have enough to keep me warm as well.

"C'mon guys," someone else mumbled. Their hand gripped onto my shoulder, shaking a little. I turtled under the blanket a bit. "Bambi, wake up," they chuckled. I returned their laugh lazily pulling the blanket over me even more.

Out of nowhere, the covers were yanked off my now shivering body. My limbs retracted into a fetal position mumbling a couple swear words in the process. I wanted to punch everyone then.

"Awe, Cal and Bambi look so adorable!" I heard Ashton comment. "Looks like a whole Yin-Yang kinda thing."

"Fuck off, mate," Cal moaned. His legs were brought away from me along with my only source of warmth.

Everything felt weird this morning. After Michael's...thing...last night and that dream it was like I didn't want to do anything. Like, more than usual. It wasn't just because I was tired. The world just felt hideous today and I wanted to stay in bed and let time pass by. The lack of warmth at the moment wasn't helping the situation, though.

The mattress sunk in front of my. "Hey," I heard Michael say. He nudged my abdominal region. "We need to get ready for school."

I groaned, "Fuck school. Don't make me go."

Somewhere near I heard Luke snicker. "Bambs, seriously, you need to get up. We need to get you out before my mum sees you."

"Do you want me to jump on you?" Calum offered. I finally opened my eyes into slits to glare at him. He had a lopsided smile on him.

In an attempt to get up, I stretched myself out. Michael's finger poked at my stomach. I giggled. "Stop," I whined before attempting to stretch again. His hand landed on my waist and I thought he was about to tickle me to I retracted, but his hand pressed against me and my body was taken over by gravity. I didn't even have the energy to scream at him. Instead, I laid there on the solid floor with the entire room falling silent.

Hesitantly, Michael broke the silence. "Bambi? Are you alright?"

The only thing I did was groan in response. It was too early for anything. One of them began to snicker. Sitting up, Ashton has his hand over his mouth trying to hold back a smile. He turned away from me letting another chuckle escape. I wanted to be angry, I really did, but I was trying to hold back a smile myself until the others burst out into laughter.

"You guys are bullies," I chuckled standing up. I shook my head at them trying to fix my hair in whatever way I could.

Michael looked up at me trying to seem offended. "How am I a bully?"

"You pushed me!" I giggled.

"No I didn't! You fell off yourself."

"I felt you actually push my off the bed."

His smile only grew. "You fell off. That was your own fault."

I gasped at him. He had the audacity to accuse me of throwing myself off the bed. Of course I knew nothing was meant to be mean. We were trying to make light of the situation. As payback for his comment, though, I took one of the pillows that had fallen onto the ground and threw it at his shoulder. "Fuck off," I giggled.