True Colors [Clifford]

Song 8

"You don't think that he'll throw a party if you're out here and he's in there?" Michael asks about Ashton being alone in the house with just Calum, and also not being sure about the whole Ashton Party thing. 

"Ashton is scared of me. When I'm not being a complete and utter mess that can't hardly control herself, I can actually be very scary." I explain horridly. I know my step brother very well, he might seem like a little kid, but he know's what he can and can't do. And if I'm within walking distance of the house, Ashton know's not to do something stupid. 

Michael chuckled rolling his eyes at me. With a smirk he said, "You couldn't hurt a fly." I gave him a look that said I wasn't amused. We stood there staring at each other, before he gave me a look saying that he was now confused. “Wait, so you could actually hurt someone?” 

“I have another older brother, Michael. He and his friends would always pick on me, I had to learn how to fight back sooner or later.” I told him with a dull wave of my hand. My older brother was big kid, and his friends weren’t any less; they always played pranks on me, or scared me. I just figured out that I needed to fight back, and that was what I finally did, I started hitting them when they scared me instead of crying. I just got stronger, and even when we moved, I never stopped making sure I could throw a punch if I needed too. 

“I think I’ll start watching my back now.” Michael takes a step away from me sitting down on the couch. “Wait, so why don’t you stand up for yourself at school?” I knew the sudden question was coming, and I didn’t know how to answer it.

“I guess it’s because I see it differently from standing up to my brother and his friends. With them, dad would be able to yell at them right after, but at school, no matter how many times a teacher or someone tells them to stop, they never will.” That felt like it made sense, though I wasn’t completely sure if it had.

“Well, you’ve got me to stand up for you at school. So you keep doing it away from school, and I’ll always have your back there.” 

“Thanks Michael.” I smile at him as my phone beeps, making my jump. I look at it seeing that I had a voice mail. It must be the one that Luke sent me that mom was telling me about. I hate to think about Luke, or really forgiving him, but it wasn’t just his fault, it was mine too. So it wasn’t like we weren’t friends, it was that we just had a stupid petty fight.

“I’ll be right back.” I tell Michael before walking into the small bedroom that the studio had. Opening the message, I take a deep breath before holding the phone to my ear and letting it play. 

“Hanna, I’m so sorry for what I did. I was stupid. I know your dad is pissed off at me; Cal and Ash must be too, but please let me fix it. I broke up with that bitch because you were right, she was just a bitch. I’m glad I did it. I don’t know how, but I’m going to fix my screw up H. I promise. Sincerely yours, Lucas Robert Hemmings.”

‘Luke you goof.’ I think to myself while laughing. Every time one of the boys leaves me a voice mail, they always sign off like that. I think it’s funny and cute, but it’s also their way of making fun of me. Which I’m okay with. It doesn’t nor ever has hurt as much as what other people say to me. 

“Figure out how to tell that you Ashton and my dad. Then we’ll talk. H.D. Irwin”

I sent Luke that in a text message before walking back into the studio where Michael was still sat, looking over my many CD’s and Vinyl’s that I had bought and gotten from people over the years. My dad gave me most of my Vinyl’s because he grew up in the 60-80 so he’s got a lot of them from like AC/DC, KISS, and a lot of other artists, some I’ve bought myself. Most of my CD’s I’ve bought or stolen from Ashton and the other boys. I’m a music freak, what can I say? It bring out my creativity.

“You’ve got a lot of amazing music. Can I live here?” Michael asks looking up at me holding a Vinyl of blink-182’s self titled album.

“Well, you’d have to take that up with my parents, because Calum and Luke already practically live here as it is.” I tell him taking the album from his hand and putting it on the record player. I smile as the beautiful sounds of blink flow through the room.

“Well, now that I think about it, I’ll only be living down the street soon, so I might as well be living here also.”

“You’re moving in down the street?” I ask in shock.

“Yeah, like three houses down, you know the big white one with blue trim. We’re moving in there in a few weeks. Or at least I think, mom hasn’t said much about it just yet, she’s been really busy.” Michael explains leaning his head back on the couch, looking at something random.

“Maybe we should help your mom out. Like clean your house and cook her a nice meal. She must work really hard, from what you’ve told me.” I want Michael’s mom to like me, I kinda think she already does, but I want to have a relationship with her that I have with my stepmom. Or something like it. Michael is just the first friend I’ve made in a long time that wasn’t like forced on me, and I don’t want to lose him.

“I think she’d like that. How about I go home and when she leaves for work I’ll call you and you can come over and we’ll start cleaning and cooking.” Michael stood to his feet walking past me to where is coat was at.

“Okay, see you later then.” I smile awkwardly at him. Why did it just get so awkward? That’s so weird.

Michael says bye with a wave before running out and to his car. I think that was the most awkward I have ever been with Michael. Why did that happen all of a sudden? It wasn’t like either of us did something weird. That just ended awkward and I didn’t like it.

My next thought was, what in the hell am I going to do for I don’t know how many hours? I guess I could go check on Ashton and Calum. Yeah, might as well. They’ve probably broke something by now anyways.

I took my time walking over the little stone pathway back to the house. It was alright outside, not really hot, some cloud cover, but it didn’t make it humid. It was an alright kid of day, unlike the other day when the storm took out the power. Well, that day was kind of nice… If you get what I’m talking about.