Cliché (A 5SOS Fan Fiction)

eleven.

Michael and I were silent as we pulled into the hotel parking lot. I didn't really have much to say, really. I was heartbroken and anxiety was rushing through my body. I had to find a way to get custody of my sister. Michael parked and pulled the key out of the ignition. We sat in silence for a moment before he spoke.

"The band has a lawyer. I mean, I know he's not a custody lawyer or whatever kind of lawyer you're going to need, but he can help us for now." I sighed, leaning my head against the window.

"How am I supposed to pay for a lawyer? I have a lot of money from when my parents died, and from saving as much as I can, but lawyers are expensive. I still have to go to school. If I won, I'd have to pay for the things Sadie needs. How do I do this Michael?" I pulled my knees against my chest and rested my head on them, crying. I heard Michael's seatbelt undo and before I knew what was going on he was pulling me onto his lap, hugging me tightly.

"I'll help you. We're going to make this happen, Veronica. I promise." I nodded, trying to wipe my tears off of my face.

"God, I'm such a wreck." I joked, pulling away slightly. Michael just smiled down at me.

"Nah, you still look beautiful." He consoled. Our faces were close together, and I couldn't help myself; I was thinking about kissing him. I'd been thinking about kissing him since the day we'd gotten dinner at the bistro by my work.

His lips were so pink, like he was wearing lip gloss or lipstick. And they were the perfect shape and they just looked so... kissable.

"Let's go check in." Michael breathed, pulling me away from my thoughts about his lips. I nodded, moving out of his lap.

The hotel room had a queen bed in the middle of the room, facing a large flat screen TV. I blushed, looking into the room.

"I thought it had two beds..." I started. Michael just chuckled.

"It's not a big deal, babe. We're just going to sleep." I nodded. Michael laid out on the bed, turning on the television, resting his arms behind his head. I wanted to cuddle up beside him.

"I'm going to have a shower." I mumbled, going into the bathroom before he could respond.

I needed some time to calm down. I needed some time away from Michael to realize that these thoughts I've been having, these thoughts about kissing him and being near him needed to stop. I couldn't let myself wrapped up in him.

Right now, I needed to focus on Sadie and how I could possibly win a custody battle. I'd have to talk to Alex and Marissa about what they thought. I could talk to Logan. His father was a judge and could help me. For a moment, relief flooded through me. Logan could help. But I was still terrified. His father could easily say to me that no judge in their right mind would handle an eight year old off to a nineteen year old. Because honestly, who in their right mind would hand an eight year old off to a nineteen year old? I sighed as I stepped out of the shower.

I hated that I didn't have any clean clothes with me. I hated that I had to put my dirty clothes back on. Honestly, I should've known we'd be staying in Sacramento, considering how late we'd left. I just didn't think.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Michael was curled up on his side, lost in an episode of Spongebob. I couldn't help but laugh; he looked absolutely adorable. He looked over at me and smiled, motioning for me to join him. I make my way over to the bed and sit on the edge.

"Veronica, don't be dumb. Lay down and enjoy a wicked episode of Spongebob with me." He rolled his eyes then patted the bed. I obliged.

I could barely focus on the television, being in such close proximity to Michael. Every time I glanced at him, he was smirking at the TV, totally engrossed. Eventually I gave up and just watched him watch the cartoon.