This Year's Love // Michael Clifford

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

Brittany Dawson

One Week Later

"LA was fun, but I am so glad to be back on the road," I exhale as I fell back on the tour bus seat.

"I am never flying again," Calum groans, falling beside me.

"Why?" I laugh. "The turbulence wasn't that bad."

"I'm sorry that you're inhuman and incapable to feel human feelings, but that was the worst turbulence I have ever experienced!" Luke sassily exclaims.

"You're just pussies," I tease, opening up my laptop.

"I am what I eat," Calum sneakily remarks.

"Disgusting!" Ashton and I scold at the same time.

"That was good," Luke praises. "I'm using that one next time."

"Thank you." Calum smirks.

I roll my eyes, logging onto my Twitter account. I'm flooded with DM's and tweets. I smile at the amount of love I was receiving. The hate doesn't even bother me. I don't let petty things people say via the internet bother me.

"Babe!" Michael yells.

I look up, everyone in the room looking at me. I look to my left, where the bunks and such were hidden by a thin curtain. I groan, standing up and setting my laptop where I was sitting before.

"What?" I ask, stepping through the threshold.

"I was thinking that we could do something tonight," Michael says, laying back on his bunk with his phone in his hands.

"Like what?" I ask.

"Dinner?" he suggests.

"We just went to that fancy place in LA last night. We don't need to go out two nights in a row," I reply. "And we have a show tonight anyway."

"So?"

"So I want to come back to the bus and go to sleep. We're hitting the road again at midnight," I deadpan, annoyed with him all of a sudden (this may have also been because I was still thinking about that Blackberry he had kept hidden).

"Why are you so pissy all of a sudden?" Michael asks.

"I'm not pissy, just practical," I retaliate.

"Whatever," he just grunts, rolling over in the bunk so his back is to me.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, whatever," I scoff, keeping my feet planted where they were.

Honestly, I felt it was about time to bring up his second phone. I was getting sick of keeping it in and worrying if he's cheating on me or not.

Yeah, I had my theories and I was worried they were true. Cabello? As in Camila? That was my first theory. My second was that he had her text him on his second phone because he was keeping her a secret; as in a secret love affair. Oh my god, a Spanish love affair.

"Michael," I huff, crossing my arms over my chest and impatiently tapping my foot on the hardwood floor.

"What?" he mutters, keeping his back to me.

"I want to talk to you about something."

"What is it?" He finally rolls back around to face me.

"Remember when I went out with Harry?" I ask him.

He nods, his face paling. "You cheated on me?"