It's like a broken record a Michael Clifford & 5SOS Fan Fiction

Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Jenny's POV

We start making pancakes.

We mead 1 at the moment.

“Michael.”I say looking at the floor.

He has dropped an egg.

“I didn't do it,it was hare when I got hare.”he smirked.

“Clean it up.”I tell him.

He then gets a towel to clean it up.

I have and evil idea.

I walked over to the flower what is on the counter..

I get a hand full of flower.

And walk behind him and dropped it on his head.

He got up fast and looked at me.

“YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE HAIR!”He smiled.

He then chases me around the kitchen.

He got the flower and throw the hole bag at me and it gets me.

Its all over my face and t-shit.

“Michael,it's war.”I smile with a little laugh.

I go to the counter.

I got a egg and walked towards him,he cornered by the counters.

“Revenge is sweet.”I smiled.

“No,no Jen no,”he warns.

“What Michael,you scared.”I smirked getting closer.

“Jen,don't you fucking dear.”he said.

“Language Michael.”I smiled.

And I pushed the egg in to his chest.

“Jen,no no.”he smiled.

Michael's POV

I then picked her up in a fire man lift and walked to the back garden.

“No Michael.”she say seeing the swimming pool.

“Yes Jenny.”I said before I chucked her in to the pool.

Then I jumps in after.

And we start swimming and splashing around.

She then dunks my head under the water.

Then I get back up and do it to her.

With on more big splash,that got her in the face,we got out.

We walk in to her house.

There is flower and 2 eggs already but now theres puddles.

Her mum and dad are going to be so proud of me and Jenny.

“Stay there,don't move.”she told me.

She then runs up the stairs.

SORRY IT'S A BIT SHORT.

Jenny's POV

I run up the stairs and left Michael standing in the kitchen.

We don't need 2 lots of puddles up the stairs.

I get a towel and get changed in to a pair of dark denim shorts and a grey T-shirts with BOOM on the front.

I dry my hair and put it up in a messy pony tall and go back down stairs.

“You took your time.”he smiled at me.

I throw him the towel.

He dried himself the best he could.

“I better go home,before I die of hyperaemia.”he smirked..

“Oh no,your not getting out of tiding this up.”I told him.

He looks down.

Then we started to tidy up.

*

We just fished and we are sitting on the sun loungers out the back

I was just moaning about Dan and Michael was making me feel better.

I even cried a bit.

Then my phone beeped.

I looked it was my mum.

I read the text.

“Hello honey I will be home soon.”she text.

I looked at my phone it was 10.45.

she worked longer today this happens some times.

“My mum will be home in,like 15 minutes,you better go.”I said whipping my face.

“Yeah.”he smiled.

So I walked him to the door.

“Bye Clifford.”I smiled

“Bye Thomas.”he smiled back.

We do that sometimes.

“Michael.”I said quickly.

He turned around and smiles.

“Thanks for being a friend.” I said.

“No problem.”he smiled.

Then with that he left.

I went up to my room.

And turned the TV on and lied there acting like nothing happened and I been hare since last night.

Michael's POV

We said are good byes and I left.

She thanked me for being a friend.

I smiled at her and told her no problem.

She closed the door I looked down.

I wish we where more than friends, but we just I don't know go in circles.

I walked down the drive and got in to my car.

What is unlocked again.

I must of forgot to lock it in the moment last night.

I drove home.

*

I parked and went in.

“Hi mum.” I shout.

“Hello Michael.”she shouts back.

I walked in to the kitchen.

“I though you be home later.”she said.

“Yeah,we woke up early.”I said.

not the truth and not a lie.

“Okay then.”she says.

I went to my room and played the PS3.

I played that for a bit.

Well todays routine is a bit different.

Normally me and Jenny talk on the phone at 10.

even if I am sleeping,I talk to her then go back to sleep sometimes.

It annoys me I am so right for her it's not fair.

Then idea's tack over my head and I decide to writ a song.

Yes a song.

I writ about the last week and everything.

Like when we talked just know she talked to me about “She wont get over him and him getting over her.”

I writ a bit down and sing it back.

She did say all this but not over the phone.