The One I Cant Have (a Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 23

"Do you remember this?" I asked, handing Michael our monkey, Cartael.

"No, and why do you keep handing me useless junk?" he answered, getting up from the table to get some more coffee.

Because I love you. 

It's been over a month after Michael's accident and he doesn't remember anything about me. All he thinks of me is the person who helped Ash stop. The guys and I have been constantly trying to jog his memory, but it was no use. Even if I could get him to love me, he wouldn't remember any of our memories.

"Any luck?" Luke asked, jogging down the stairs of our old mansion. I shook my head in response, walking towards Luke for a hug. I snuggled my head into his shoulder.

"Are you guys...?" Michael asked, returning from the kitchen.

"No." I said harshly.

"I have an idea, come with me." Luke whispered into his ear. I grabbed Luke's hand and we ran upstairs.

"YOU TWO BE SAFE!" I heard Michael call from below. 

"FUCK YOU MICHAEL!" Luke called back. "He's gonna kill me." he said, running faster. We entered Ashton's room, where Ash and Calum sat on the floor with a magazine. We plopped down next to them and I stared at the magazine, scanning its contents.

"Where did you guys get this?" I asked picking up the magazine and reading further.

"At the local gas station." Calum said.

"You mean the one we met at?" my eyes didn't leave the paper.

"Yeah." he replied.

"'Guitarist Michael Clifford from teen band sensation 5 Second of Summer, has developed a new relationship with 17 year old Carter Whitley. The two were seen kissing on a beach in Hawaii.' You guys! This is great! What if we just get Michael to read this, and then he'll remember me!" I screamed running out of the room, magazine in hand.

"MICHAEL FUCKING CLIFFORD LOOK AT THIS." I called, running towards him, making him spill his coffee on his pants.

"Shit." he mumbled. I couldn't help but think of Hawaii and how I had did that to Luke. "What is it?" he asked, snatching the magazine from my hands.  He silently read it to himself.

"What is this?" he was very confused. I filled him in on the amnesia and Hawaii for the seven thousandth time.

"You're fucking joking. I would never date you." he said, standing up to clean the spilled coffee.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Its means, you're not my type." he called from the kitchen.

"How am I 'not your type'?!" I screamed.

"Carter, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't know, I'm just not into you." he said, reemerging from the kitchen with paper towels. His words were like bullets to my soul. 

"B-b-but you're. You're my boyfriend." 

"No I'm not Carter." he said, annoyed now. "I don't know how you managed to get that magazine but it''s not true. I don't like you like that. Hell, I don't like you period. I'm just trying to be nice to you because you're Ashton's friend." he was yelling at me now. I began crying, and running out of the mansion with nothing but my phone.

As I ran out, I could hear Michael cussing to himself. I went to the gas station that Michael and I met in and sat on the curb. The memories of everything were flooding back to me. I turned my phone on and went straight to twitter.

@CarterWhitleyLoves5SOS-: Guys, I'm done with the world right now. 

I tweeted. Moments later, my phone buzzed, signaling I had a notification. 

@SnapbacksAndSneakers241: wanna talk about it? @CarterWhitleyLoves5SOS

@CarterWhitleyLoves5SOS: sure. @SnapbacksAndSneakers241 my number is 123-456-7890 

(A/N lame number i know, i just didn't want to use any real number so..)

I got a text from a private number, a few minutes later. 

012-345-6789:

what's up?

I read. I filled him in on what was going on, avoiding the guys' names and not letting him know they were famous.

012-345-6789:

i'm sorry to hear that. i saw your twitter profile picture, you're really pretty. mind sending me a picture?

I took a selfie and sent it to him. I felt this bubbly feeling. It was so sweet that a total stranger would take time out of their day just to comfort me. 

The guy, who I later found out's name is Liam, texted me all day, just telling me how cute or funny I was. He told me we should meet up now. I said sure, asking where. He told me to meet him behind the gas station. I told him I was already here and he said to wait there and that he was on his way.

A couple minutes later, a black truck arrived. A man stepped out and greeted me with a hug, as if we'd known each other for years. 

"Ello Cartuh." he said with a thick British accent.

"Hello Li-" I was interrupted by his hand covering my mouth and eyes. I felt him pick me up and before I knew it, I was in the back of his truck.