Stuck in the Friendzone || m.c. || 5SOS

Chapter 11: December - April

The dates in the beginning of this chapter are miscellaneous and are just going to be their thoughts looking over the months going by. Unless I put a date in otherwise. I don't know what to do between now and the end so I'm just going to speed up the story. It may it may not be shorter than One Second of Summer (my other fanfic).

-Mrs. Moriarty-

Inside the Brain of Michael

Any day

Anytime

Michael's POV

For the past few months, I hate to say it, but I've been drifting away from Amelia. I try to hang out with her the best that I can, but she's always with Ashton now. Even our Fridays together have ceased to exist.

I try to text her, or call her, but she never answers right away and when she does it's always though text. When I mean texts, it's always short and brief. She barely types more than five words. We barely talk anymore and the only times we do it's at lunch. Even there all she says is no more than five words, well to us anyway.

Oh, yes, Amelia would pull out her phone in the middle of lunch and text Ashton. It was so annoying especially when she had to do her cute laugh when messaging him. I don't even know what they say to each other, but it really gets me upset every time.

When ever I see her now I feel something weird. Whether it be love, hatred, or jealousy it just doesn't go away. I don't want to say that I hate Ashton, because I don't. Ashton is one of my really good mates now, and if he's dating Amelia it's okay I guess. I'm happy for them both, but I'd rather it be me.

I have to admit, they are kind of a good couple. Just the way they look together makes me encourage their relationship, which I do, but I don't want to. If that makes any sense. The only problem is the couple name. You shouldn't have the same first initials, it doesn't work like that. Amashton? Ashelia? Like what the fuck? Mamelia or Amelichael, on the other hand is so much better. Not to brag...

It was okay in the beginning of their relationship, but now that they won't stop talking it's driving me crazy!

Now that I don't see Amelia anymore it's driving me mad. During class I can't concentrate because she's all I ever think about. I am failing in maths because it hurts to know that Amelia + Michael = a negative. My mum is getting really frustrated with me and I don't want to explain my dilemma to her because she'll think I'm stupid. She'll think I'm too young to be this mad about someone, or something along those lines.

One day, near the end of February, I had had enough of it. I gathered my earnings from my job at the music store and bought myself a quaint, little apartment near the city part of Sydney. I was very proud of myself. I even dropped out of school because - again - I was fed up with everything.

I didn't tell Amelia, because why would she care? She doesn't even know I exist anymore. I guess I knew this day was coming though, considering... oh who am I kidding? I never saw this coming! I literally thought we were going to be friends for a while, forever even. Especially since we made that pact at my house a few months ago stating that we'd keep in touch after our school years. Guess not...

Now I'm living in my own place with my job at the music store and also my band. Unfortunately, Amelia goes to the band rehearsals sometimes. I'm not saying I didn't want to see her, I just didn't like to see her face. She'd look at me sometimes with this look on her face. It was a weird look as if she didn't know what to think. She was ashamed and upset, but seemed to be trying to remember something. The stare didn't last very long because she'd then shift a more cheerful glance at Ashton while playing his drums.

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March 11th, 2014

7:03 PM

Hemmings' House

Michael's POV

Today's band rehearsal was going pretty well. Thankully, Amelia decided not to attend this one. I didn't feel like getting glared at today. As I was strumming some chords for a new song I wrote, Luke's mum came into the garage. "There's pizza in the kitchen if you want it," she informed us.

Then a large sound of "Thank you, Mrs. Hemmings" and a "Thank you, mum" rang out. She smiled and went back inside the house.

I then got back to my guitar. "I dedicate this song to you, the one who never sees the truth. That I could take away your hurt," I muttered to myself. I just needed a title, a finished chorus, and a few verses. That's all I had so far.

As I was thinking about the next part, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Ashton standing there. "Hey, mate," he greeted. I nodded in acknowledgment. He then looked over his shoulder to see the other guys walking though the door to the house to get pizza. "Were you gonna get pizza?"

I shook my head and looked down. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. He was interrupting my "mind palace" as Amelia would say quoting Sherlock Holmes. Ashton then laughed. "I have never heard Michael Clifford turn down pizza," he gasped.

"You still haven't because I never said anything," I shot back at him.

Ashton smiled friendly at me and I kept a solemn glare. He then sighed. "I wanted to talk to you about Amelia while Calum an Luke were gone," he said seriously.

I rolled my eyes. Not exactly what I wanted to talk about at the moment. I then stood up. "I actually would like some pizza," I quickly said.

Ashton then pushed me back down and shook his head. "I'm serious, Michael," he stated. I sighed and I finally went into eye contact with him. "The first time I met you, you and Amelia were at my brother's party," he started. "You told me that you two were just friends, but you explained to me what type of girl she was. You explained it to me as if she was the the most important thing in the world. I asked if you loved her, and you steered away from the question. Why did you?"

I didn't move. I just stared at him and sighed. "I think you already know the answer," I responded.

Ashton sat up. "Oh I know exactly what the answer is, I just want I hear it come from you," he stated.

I took a deep breath. "What is this all about?" I questioned ignoring his comment.

He then clapped and pointed his finger at me accusingly. "See? You just did it again!" he exclaimed. He then raised an eyebrow at me. "Why do you keep doing that? Is it because you don't want to say it? Have you ever even said it aloud?"

Come to think of it, I haven't. I've just said it inside my head and nothing else. I don't even say it when I'm alone, I've never heard what the words sounds like coming out of my mouth.

"Say it," Ashton ordered as if he read my mind.

I took another deep breath. "I love Amelia Oswald," I stated. As soon as I said so my lips curved into a slight smile. It felt good to hear it aloud.

Ashton smiled widely. "That's what I thought," he told me. "When I think about it, I don't think it's fair that I go out with Amelia when you've known her longer."

I knew where this was going. I then shook my head. "No, don't do that," I rejected. "Don't break up with her just because you think I should go out with her because chances are I won't even gather up the nerve to do so."

"Listen, Michael, I'm going to break up with her only because I realize that she's not hanging out with you anymore," he explains. "I'm going to do it only because I really like her and I think she'll be far happier if she's with you. I don't want to get in the way of a friendship that worth everything."

I laughed a bit. "Are you kidding me? She's like a happy puppy whenever she gets a text from you," I told him. "I think she's plenty happy with you."

Ashton smiled a bit. "I know, but she's not thinking," he said. "I'm going to break it off with her and everything will be fine. Trust me, Michael, she has a better chance at happiness with you."

I blushed a bit. "Thanks," I said. I then stood up. "I'm hungry though, so I'm going to go and get some pizza!"