Almost Gone. || Michael Clifford

Chapter 17 - Surprise

Ashton came back with a bowl of chips and sat himself down beside me. I had turned on the tv and watched a boring tv show. I had no idea what it was about because I was super nervous about Michael. He'll probably be scared and think I'm a stalker if he sees me here. Oh god, I shouldn't agreed to come in here, I could've searched for him outside. Maybe he took a run to the bench? It would be less creepy if he saw me outside than inside in his bus.

"What are you thinking about?" I heard the curly haired boy say. Oh right, he was still here. Than maybe it won't be that creepy now since I'm not alone. His bandmate is here with me.

"Oh, uhm.. Nothing.. Why'd you ask?" I questioned him. "You're staring blankly at the tv. Your pupils are attached at one place and doesn't wander around the screen, like they would normally do if you were paying attention to the show." He stated.

"How did you notice that?" I asked him. I asked him this because one; why was he looking at me. And two; to avoid to answer his question.

"You were so quiet," He stated and I looked at him confused. What if I was shy? Maybe I just don't like talking to people I just met. He can't just observe people because they are quiet. That's kinda creepy to be honest. "And I wanted to ask if you wanted some chips." He added a few seconds later. Oh that makes more sense.

"Yeah, thank you," I said and took some chips to eat. "So what were you thinking off before?" Ashton said. Why can't he let it go? I simply avoided to answer his question because of a reason, that he has nothing to do with.

"Uhm.. I don't know.. My mind went a little everywhere.." I slightly laughed, so he wouldn't continue to ask. He giggled and said, "I know what you're talking about. My mind always goes somewhere else and it's really hard to concentrate specially when I have too." Why does he have to talk? I'm not really in the mood for talking. I wanna talk with Michael, not Ashton. I don't even know Ashton, and I don't wanna get to know him. Maybe later, but now is not the best opportunity to make new friends. I have a lot going on in my life. Specially with my family now. I'm in so much trouble when I get home. They will punish me so hard, and.. And.. I don't want to go home anymore.

I felt a pair of arms around me and looked up to see Ashton holding me tight.

"Stop crying.. Please. I don't want to see you so sad.." Ashton spoke. Well, this is embarrassing. A guy that I don't even know is hugging me tight, because I think I had some tears in my eyes. So awkward.. I should just have stayed outside and waited for Michael...

"I'm so sorry," I said and wiped away the tears. "You wanna talk 'bout it?" He said calmly. No, I want Michael, not you.. But I can't say that, right? That's too mean, when all he's trying to do is too make me feel better. I'm so rude and maybe Stephan was right, maybe I am ungrateful. Here I have someone who offers his help, and I'm refusing to take it because he's not Michael?..

"I rather not.." I quietly said and Ashton rubbed circles on my back, "but thank you, it means a lot." Even if I think rude things, I can be nice to him when I'm talking with him. He hasn't done anything harsh at me, and the best I can do is to be polite.

"Anytime sweetie," He said and moved away from the embrace. I smiled at him and he returned the smile. We sat and watched the tv show for like 5 minutes before the door opened and I heard footsteps getting closer.

"Wait here and I'll see who it is." Ashton said, standing up and getting out from the 'tv room'.

Oh god, I'm so nervous.. It's probably Michael, and I don't even know what to say anymore. It's a zoo in my stomach, and it both tickles and hurts at the same time and I feel like I'm about to faint. What if he doesn't want to listen to me and throws me out the bus? I'll have to sleep on the ground because I can't go home now. What if he doesn't even care, and after I explained everything, he'll still throw me out?

Ohmygod.. Okay.. Breath in and out.. I heard Michael's voice. His thick Aussie accent.. I'm going to faint, I'm shaking so much. I can't hear what they are talking about, but I hear their voices.

The curtains opened and I snapped my head really quickly in that direction. It was only Ashton, and he came and sat himself down beside me. "Mikey is in the 'kitchen' and looking for something to eat.. You can join him there if you need to speak with him?" Ashton said and i nodded my head and told him, "Thank you for letting me wait here," it was really kind of him and I hope I didn't bother him that much by my appearance. "Don't mention it," He smiled, and I did the same thing before walking to the 'kitchen'.

"Hey.." I said quietly, but loudly enough for Michael to hear. "Hi." He answered coldly, and I can't blame him. I would've acted the same as Michael if someone dmed me things like Philip did.

"How are you?.." I didn't know what else to say.. I was really close to faint and I'm shaking and I don't know, Michael probably hate me so much right now that he wants to bitch slap me.

"I've been better," He answers. Michael hasn't made eye contact yet, he didn't even do it when I said 'hey'. He must be so angry with me.

"Oh.." Was all I could say. "Yeah, so how are you?" He asked me with his head in the fridge. Okay, not in the fridge but almost. "Same here.." I told him. I wanna say sorry and everything for what happened, but I don't know how.. Help me?

"Do you want this?" Michael held out his hand with a soda can in it, still not making eye contact because he was still looking in the fridge, probably for something eatable too. But thank you Michael for saving the conversation. It started to get awkward between us, but he saved the awkwardness with soda.

"Yeah, sure, thanks." I replied and he gave me the one he had in his hand and took out another one for himself.

"Oh god, we really need more food on the bus, or we gonna starve on our way to places." He said and laughed a bit. I giggled in respond.

"I'm sorry Michael!" I blurted out. For the first time since I came out to the 'kitchen' he made eye contact with me and looked like a question mark, he raised one of his eyebrows as if he wanted me to continue talking. "Yeah, I'm sorry.. Sorry for the twitter dms.." I said much more quieter now because I was ashamed of them. Even if it wasn't me who wrote them to him, it came from my profile. "Oh that.." He looked hurt and sat himself in his bunk. I followed him and sat myself down in the bunch opposite from him, so I could face him.

"Why are you even here? I told you, I didn't want to see you again." He looked at the ground and I felt sorry for him. I can't believe I made him feel like this. I shouldn't have contacted him when I was in school. What the fuck was I thinking? I'm so stupid..

"I'm sorry.. I don't know.. I just wanted to explain why I wrote that to you.. Or not I but.." He cut me off by saying, "Start explaining then." He talked so quietly, this isn't like him. Have I really hurt him that bad or has something else happened?

"Well.. Uhm, I was in school.." I swallowed nervously and continued, "and uhm.. I wanted to see if you.. If you had contacted me thru twitter because yesterday, you know?" He nodded understanding and I continued, "and you wrote something on your profile.. I don't know if it was for me.. But yeah, so I wrote in dm to you.. Because.. I didn't want your fans to know that we had.. Uhm.. Fight?" He was still listening and nodded so I continued, "but my teacher saw that I was on twitter and send me to.. He send me to principal... Oh and I got attention by the way because of you... But well anyway, I sat next to this idiot in class, and I didn't have the time to log out from twitter so, uhm.. It was my classmate who wrote the last thing to you there.. And when I tried to dm you, you had unfollowed me.." I finished and he looked at me, I waited for him to say something but he sat in front of me and took everything I said in. I jump down the bunk, because there was no point of being here if he isn't going to answer me. I explained to him what happened, and now when that is done, I guess I have to go. Not home, but I can probably walk around for a bit it's not that-...

"Melodie, stop..." The purple haired boy said and jump down the bunk as well. "Thank you for explaining everything.. I know I said I want you to forget everything, but I'm truly happy that you came.." He held my wrists and looked in my eyes with his beautiful green eyes.

"I couldn't stand the idea of you hating me, and I wanna be friends with..." Michael interrupted me with his soft lips against mine. It felt so good and I've missed this. I've missed him. Nothing can make me as happy as Michael can.

He means so much to me, and I hope I do the same for him.