affliction // michael clifford (discontinued)

Chapter One

Jesus, I thought to myself, Could they be any louder?

I angrily shut my homework books and walked to my window, furiously ripping it open.

"Can you please lower your dumb band shit down!?" I yelled, "I'm trying to actually get some homework done for once."

The one with the purple hair turned his head and looked at me through the window.

He smirked and flipped his middle finger at me, and then continued to play with his band, louder than before.

I groaned loudly and closed my window, making sure it made an extremely loud sound.

Since my mom was at work, I couldn't ask for her help, even though I'm 17 and shouldn't need my mother's help taming some next door teenage boy.

I threw on my white converse and stopped down my stairs, pissed because I could still here the band next door.

I swung my front door open and made my way to his house next door, immediatley regretting what I was about to do.

I walked up two little steps and hardly kncoked on the door.

The music began to quiet down and I heard murmurs behind the closed door.

The door opened and there stood an abnormally tall, blonde hair blue eyed boy.

I had to admit, he was kind of cute.

"Oh look," the boy who had an Australian accent dragged on, "It's his next door neighbor babe." he said, turning his head inside the house.

"Listen I didn't come here to chat or whatever, I just came here to ask you guys to turn down your band practice shit, or whatever the hell you guys are doing in here."

The boy that answered the door turned his head back to me, "Sorry babe no-can do. We're on a strict band practice timing."

"First don't call me babe, I'm not your babe so stop calling me that. And secondly I'm sorry but I'm trying to study and I can't when all I hear are guitars and banging drums."

"Hey!" a voice called inside. Soon enough another boy appeared at the door, with curly hair and small stubble, "My drumming should be appreciated."

I found myself giggling at him, then immediately stopped myself, knowing I came here for a reason.

"How about this," the drummer said, "If you come inside and listen to one of our songs we will stop playing for the night."

"I don't think that's a good idea." I hesitantly answered.

"I think it's a great idea," the tall one answered as he dragged my arm inside the house, "Come on in."

Being dragged inside I almost tripped over my feet.

"I'm Luke, by the way." the tall one said, "And the drummer is Ashton and the Asian one is Calum." he said, pointing to a tanned skinned boy sitting on a bar stool.

"Hey!" he said, and he too had an Australian accent, "I'm not Asian."

Luke looked at Calum and jumped on him, making them fall to the floor.

"Did you get rid of the bitch?" I heard a voice come from followed by a few steps.

Soon enough the boy that flipped me off through the window was standing closer than twenty feet to me.

"Oh and that's Michael."

"Luke what the hell is that doing here." Michael said, sounding very annoyed.