Marry me Michael //5sos //Michael Clifford

Chapter 1

Hi, this is my second FanFic so yeah if you haven't read my first one, do lol. It's a Luke Hemmings fanfic so yeah read it (if you want ^.^)

Lucy x

Emma's POV

Sixteen_and_obsessed:

Hey my little pink fluffy ponies,

You are reading the first ever update of the worlds most amazing blog by the seventeen-in-two-months year old.

Did you know you have more chance of marrying your favourite band member than winning the lottery, so where are you Michael Clifford hurry up and marry me?!?

It's a Sunday so I'm supposed to be doing homework/revising or something equally as boring *_*

But what can you do I'm just a teenage dirt bag.

Seriously though teachers can give me a detention if they want but I am an excellent liar so they won't.

I mean YOLO- I'm not gonna waste my life doing homework.

Emma :)

I'm a teen enduring my last year of hell in the form of school.

I'm gonna be honest I'm not an openly loud, funny or a popular sort of girl I'm just Emma Retern.

Being a private school girl my sort of rebellion involves sniggering at a teachers new hair cut.

To be honest I'm just quirky

I'm addicted to dying my hair, not like a brown or blonde colours though....

I go all out, i'm dying it indigo and purple a with subtle pink highlights this time.

It's so freaking exciting - I literally am addicted, it's not good.

I have the dye in the bottom of my cupboard.

I'm doing it Sunday, tomorrow when no-ones home.

There was like a crisis when I got a cartilage piercing.

Let's not even mention the nose piercing.

My parents are used to it now.

"Em honey, have you got anymore homework to do?" My mum calls.

"No mum" I say looking at the untouched piles around me literally covering my floor.

"Then turn off you're light it's getting late baby" she calls.

I scowl in reply even though she can't hear me.

I switch my light off even though it sounds kind of sad the idea of tomorrow's making my stomach fuzzy.

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Okay it's done.

I'm not going to lie it looks hella awesome.

I slip on a blink 182 tank top and some skinny jeans with a rip on the knee.

I tug at the rip pulling some threads out before heading out to Sainsbury's.

I draw a tally of five on my wrist on the bus just cause.

YOLO

I can't sing at all but I always end up belting out lyrics when alone in the house.

Sometimes I'm just so tempted to scream the lyrics out on the bus.

But to be frank I don't think the cute boy opposite will care to hear try hard yelled in his ear.