satisfaction// l.h.

four; michael

Michael

Everything was blurry, and I had a major headache. Damn, I must be hungover. Running my hands through my hair, I tried to comprehend last night.

FLASHBACK

"C'mon mate, let's get you inside." Ashton chuckled.

"IIIIII LOOOOVVEEEE YOUUUU ASSSSHHHTONNN." I slurred.

"You're drunk Michael, again." Ashton sighed.

Ashton helped me get out of the car, dragging me upstairs to the flat. After unlocking the door, he tried helping me inside, but something else caught my eye. The most gorgeous girl was standing right in front of me.

"You have oddly bright orange hair." she giggled.

"You have the most adorable laugh. Do youuuu have a name, beautifuuuul?" I flirted.

"I think you'll just have to figure that out. Bye, Luke." she smiled.

She left without saying another word, while Ashton and I stood there in awe. Calum came out of his room, rubbing his eyes.

"Do you know how loud you are when you're drunk, Mikey?" he sighed.

"Noooope, but I saw the moooossst beautiful girl everrr, Callll." I grinned.

"Yeah, you're drunk." Luke and Calum said.

END OF FLASHBACK

Damn, I really need an asprin. I went to my closet, and put on a Cobain shirt, black skinny jeans, and black converse. Going into the kitchen, I grabbed a fews asprin and a water bottle.

I left a note on the fridge, telling the lads that I was going to the south side of town. I grabbed my phone and wallet, heading to the south side. I loved coming down here, because it was so peaceful, especially on Sundays.

THE CLASSICS was my favorite record store to go to, after Luke told me about it when he got some job around here. When I got there, I only saw two people and myself. The cashier was jamming out to some song on his phone, and there was a girl scanning through the records.

I slowly walked towards her, trying to not make it obvious that I wanted to start a conversation. I casually started roaming through CD's, every now and then glancing up at her. It felt like an eternity before she said anything. Taking her headphones out, she looked up and smiled at me.

"I like your Cobain shirt." she smiled.

"You like Cobain?" I grinned.

"Yeah, I'm really into the classics, hince the name." she giggled.

Her laugh sounded so familiar, but I couldn't figure it out. I decided to leave it alone, because I only wanted to know more about her.

"What kind of music are you looking for?" I questioned.

"The Beatles, Journey, Gun's n' Roses, Green Day. But, if you find This Wild Life, Bastille, or Maroon 5, let me know." she replied.

"You like Green Day?" I gasped.

"Yeah, I'm kind of all over the place when it comes to music. I get addicted when I know their music is good." she explained.

"Well, maybe you could come watch my band practice. We kinda suck right now, but we're getting better." I chuckled.

She sighed, before giggling a bit. I gave her a confused look, but I don't think she noticed. After roaming throught the racks, she had given be a Green Day record. She had a few in her hand, walking to the cash register. She quickly checked out, heading to the door without saying a word.

"Is that a no?" I called out.

She turned around, a smirk spread across her face.

"I guess I could know more about a orange haired boy and his friends." she said.

"Wait, don't you have a name? Wait...that sounded really bad. I mean, you have to have a name. I'm sorry, what is your name?" I babbled on.

"Trouble." she smiled, leaving the store.

Wait, she seriously couldn't do that, could she? I quickly paid for the Green Day record, but the guy seemed to be taking forever. When I walked out of the record store, I looked down to see that the CD had a sticky note on it.

This should give you a head start. See you around, love. - Girl that likes your Cobain shirt xoxo

I chuckled a bit, before going back to the flat. I enjoyed the fresh air, it always helped clear my mind and sometimes I got a new idea for a song. Today, the conversation I had with her kept repeating in my head.

I like your Cobain shirt. I'm into the classics. Trouble.

I pulled out my phone, calling Ashton.

"Michael, what's up?" Ashton asked.

"Grab a pen and a notepad, I'll be there in five." I smirked.

*A FEW HOURS LATER*

"Well, I thought we would have a lot more than a few lines." I sighed.

"Mikey, it's good though! We at least have some inspiration!" Ashton grinned.

"I know, I just wish I knew more about her. If I knew more about her, maybe I would have more for the song." I shrugged.

"Just listen, okay?" he grinned.

you walked in
everyone was asking for your name
you just smiled and told them trouble

"Bravo, bravo, bravo." Luke chuckled.

I turned my head to see Luke and Calum leaned against the wall, smirks spread across their faces.

"Who is she?" Calum questioned.

"Just a girl I met at the record store." I said.

"She's not just any girl, you're writing a song about her. What's her name?" Luke wondered, taking a seat on the couch.

"I don't know, she just told me trouble." I pouted.

Luke and Calum gave each other a quick glance, before looking at me again. Calum pulled out his phone, his face kind of pale. Luke sighed, falling into the couch.

"My advice lad, write your song... then stay away." Calum advised.

"I don't know Calum, there is something about this one." I smiled.

"There's always something about someone." Calum snickered.

"Hey, let him fall in love with this mystery girl!" Ashton said.

"She'll make a hell of a song." Luke agreed.

"Alrighty then, Mikey. Tomorrow, we are going to find this girl." Ashton declared.

"I would help, but I have to work tomorrow. Plus, I'm trying to get this girl come watch us practice." Luke blushed.

"Ooooh, Lukey and Mikey are falling in looooovvveee!" Ashton cooed.

I rolled my eyes, then grabbed my phone. After roaming through Twitter for awhile, I decided to call it a night.
Checking my phone one last time before I went to bed, I saw I had a text.

don't get involved with her. she really is trouble. -calum

so sorry that I haven't updated! happy thanksgiving!

-stay nashty