Punk Rock // m.clifford

0.1// are you a groupie or something?

Had it been under other circumstances that I wouldn't have met Michael, then my life would be so much different. Whether the darkness would enlarge or my life would be seen in different colors, without him, God knows where I'd be. It seemed like he had done so much for me in so little time, that I wouldn't ever find a way to pay him back in so little.

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There was this one night- my birthday dinner- in fact, where my friends and I had gone to a club. It was a Wednesday and we had traveled to Paris for the week. This was normal, since we liven in Europe, it didn't take very long to get from place to place.

The club was packed, people speaking different languages as bright colored light radiated from a certain spot on the stage. Music was booming from everywhere around me, seemingly since the speakers were placed everywhere. Vibrant colors reflected off of girl's neon shoes. It wad insanity.

Somewhere along the line, I had lost my friends to the crowd. Due to the fact that it wasn't my turn to be the DD (Designated Driver), I had gone insane. God knows how much I drank. Anyhow, I stumbled upon this extremely cute guy. And his name was Michael.

He seemed charming- dreamy, even- however he had dyed hair, which both pulled me in and repelled me out. Michael apologized for bumping into me and joked how it would've been awkward if we had spilled liquor on each other. I laughed.

I decided that it would be best to stay with him, and clearly, he didn't mind my company. We moved our conversation to the bar and we drank. We drank until we were sick of liquor burning down our throats. It was everything I expected.

It got to a point when I was pushed up against a wall, my legs wrapping around Michael's torso. We were making out. Even when I was running out of breath, he kept on going and somehow, I liked this kind of pain.

But we got separated once he got called over by his extremely cute blonde friend to do a shot or two. In this time, I walked away-well, stumbled away- and finally, I got to a booth. My head was beginning to spin and I was already feeling the hangover in my gut.

But I swished around, and it was the worst damn thing I could have ever done. There, in my spot, was a blonde girl in a bright red dress and tacky heels that matched - and she was in my place. Her hands were tugging at Michael's hair. And right then and there, my stomach turned, but I kept it down- I kept my cool.

I didn't believe I could see anymore of the scene so I looked for the first sober person around, my friend Mackenzie, and from there on, we were out. We rented a hotel room, texted the girls the address. I felt really bad. Honestly, I thought Michael would be different than all those douches in the club, but I suppose that's how guys who think they're punk rock act.

Never in my life would I have even fathomed that I would cross paths with Michael Clifford once again. But somehow, we did. However, we met in the most unlikely of places. An Addictions Ward.

There, they had two programs, the fall and the summer program. My parents had forced me to go 'get help' in the best environment- and to them, that was Floyd's Home for Addicts. But, I couldn't blame everything on them, for the summer programs are way more fun than the silly fall one.

The reason why Michael had strolled into campus like he owned the place was unknown to me. However, all I know was when we made eye contact, he clearly didn't recognize me. Sure, he was checking me out just like that night at the club, but never did he seem like he knew who I was.

I was tempted to go up to him, I really had to restrain myself. But, before I could even muster up the courage to fathom about talking to him, he was already out of his way and rigt before line up, he walked over to me. "Do I know you? Are you a groupie?"

"W-What?" Clearly, I was caught off guard. So I let my head down as he walked away. I was such an idiot. I should've made him stay. Luckily for me, he swished around, his sneakers making that squeaky noise, as he he said.

"I'm Michael Clifford, by the way." However, his tone was so demanding and intimidating that I couldn't help myself from sassing his comment. Of course I knew who he was, in fact, this little band of his has gotten quite big.

"Should I be phased by that?" I teased, crossing my arms over my chest. This was all I've been wanting to do since he last left me. "Annerose Palmer."

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Ik ik its short and concise and late but im vv sorry

Escude any grammat or spelling mistakes im too tired for this shit

V recently ive had so much drama and studying that ive had to do its like vv intense

So the next chapter should be up vv soon ily and thank you for our patience.