affliction // michael clifford (discontinued)

Chapter Four

"What's up with them?" I asked Calum and Ashton.

It was Sunday, and once again I was at Michael's house, and so were all the boys.

"What do you mean?" Calum questioned.

"You can't feel it? You can't feel that tension?" I asked them.

"I feel it." Ashton chimed in.

I looked back at Luke and Michael who were sitting in the back of the living room.

They both got up and made their way up the staircase.

"Should I go follow them?" I asked the two.

"Do whatever you want." Calum told me.

I looked at Ashton to ask for an answer, but he was too busy stuffing himself with food.

I began to walk up the stairs but then stopped when I heard a voice.

"Like she would ever go for a guy like you." Luke's voice said.

I began to walk up the steps even more.

"You might seem like boyfriend material but you're a dick when it comes to girls." Michael shot back.

"And like you are?" Luke's voice raised, "Because that sure seemed like it to Kacey."

"Kacey?" I whispered to myself, "Who the hell is Kacey?"

"Don't bring up her fucking name Luke."

I quickly peeked my head in the room they were in and saw Michael and Luke face to face.

"Kacey didn't think you were boyfriend material did she?" Luke teased.

"I told you not to bring up her FUCKING NAME!" Michael shouted

Luke was quiet for a second before speaking up again.

"You might as well stop trying Michael," Luke said, "Kenzie would never date you. That's why she kissed me."

"Get out." Michael growled.

I hid myself in the nearest closet as I heard footsteps exit his room.

I peeked out before bringing my whole body into Michael's room.

"Hey." I barely squeaked.

Michael was sitting on his bed and turned his head when he heard my voice.

"Hey." he said, barely audible.

I slowly made my way towards Michael and took a seat on his bed next to him.

"Did the kiss between you and Luke mean anything to you?" he asked me.

"No." I answered honestly.

"Did our kiss mean anything to you?"

I thought back to last night. Every time I did my heart fluttered.

I looked at Michael and noticed he was looking back at me.

"Did it mean anything to you?" I asked him back.

He nodded his head and turned to face the wall of posters in front of us.

"Me too."

He looked shocked at my answer, but he smiled as he looked at me.

I placed my hand on his knees. (A/N: kinky )

"C'mon we'll talk about this later." I grabbed his hand, "Let's go downstairs."

"No," he objected, "I want to stay here with you."