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Michael's POV:

Today, as I walked the streets, passing store after store after store after... well, you get the point, when I passed the guy who smiled at me yesterday ("Calum Hood" as Lucas had said) I got tripped.

I fell face first onto the ground, and let me tell you, it hurt a lot!

When I propped myself into a sitting position, the guy leant down, a red blush on his cheeks, and reched out a hand to help me up. I took it and he pulled me up with not much trouble.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!" He stresses. I roll my eyes, clapming my hand over his mouth. He stops talking instantly, his blush only reddening.

"What's your name?" I ask, because I didn't want to seem stalkerish, that I already know it.

"C-Calum Hood," he stutters.

"Well, Calum Hood, my name's Michael Clifford and it's alright that you tripped me. Next time, I advise you not to give people your full name because then they can go and stalk you. Goodbye," I say, continuing my ay. (a/n; whoa mikey boy; that's actual logic)

I could feel hm staring at me as I walked away, but couldn't care less.

i love you michael; marry me. just kidding; my sister'll kill me :O anyways, this made absolutely no sense. dedicated to KeeshaBear1 because she told me she loved this book and now i feel acomplished. bye.

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