Punk Rock // m.clifford

0.3// that's offensive

a/n: i changed the last chapter a little bit.
annie is friends with four people (alice,marie,connor, and adam)
theyre all in there for different reasons
annie and marie- depressed
alice- nightmare disorder
connor- drug addict
adam- no one knows for sure
mikey- sex addict
we got it? good
--/--

Annarose's POV-

Twinkling lights were hung above me, their bright endeavor never stopping me from coming to a halt and admiring them. Honestly, it was a miracle that they managed to pull this off, and I was very impressed. There was beer, music, food, and they had improvised a dance floor.

Most people that I knew came to this party. I found it odd how no one had found out that we were gone, but then again, I suppose we were stealthy as hell.

People around me looked my way as if I was about to ruin the party, but as soon as Alice placed a beer cup in my hand, everyone invited me in to dance and to have fun. Some people asked whether I wanted to do body shots, but I just kindly declined due to the fact that I had no idea what the fuck those were.

The dance floor was crowded with people that I knew, and people that I had never seen in my life. Substances had been handed to me way too many times for me to count. I had let myself go, and guys that I had never seen before began to place their hands on me.

Alice was elsewhere, probably with some guy. Hours had passed, and even now, I hadn't seen anyone that I hung out with on a daily basis. I knew Marie and Adam never came to these things, just because they would get in trouble and they're extremely antisocial. So, they stayed behind.

The night had quieted down, and the city's lights were only visible in the faint distance. It seemed as if everything was black ahead, and then, all of the sudden, there was light. It was a yellow livght, a light that seemed to radiate and spread, trying to make it's way to me. I dont know, maybe these thoughts just occurred to me because I was drunk.

I felt disconnected from the party. I fel like I had gone deaf to the electronic music and blind to the neon lights. All I could focus on were my thoughts and the shining lights. Sighing, I saw my breath in the air, even though it was summertime.

A presence was beside me, but I was not bothered by it, so I kept on staring into the distance. Then, they began to shift beside me as they spoke,"Lights were never my thing. I laways prefered the dark."

"That's why you're in a mental hospital," I said dryly, not even bothering to apologize or find out who I had just insulted. The person chuckled and took a deep breath in.

"Well, you're a bitch when you're drunk." he responded.

"Why are you here?" I rolled my eyes, looking to my side and seeing the only person that I most definitely did not want to see tonight. Michael Clifford.

"To make sure you don't jump off."

"That's offensive." I snapped. I fumbled witht he many hospital bands on my wrist, "You don't even know why I'm stuck here."

He turned his body to face me, but even though I could see him turning around, I didn't move a muscle. Instead, I just turned my head and listened to what he had to say. "Isn't it because you tried killing yourself like two years ago and your depression has gotten worse regardless of the amount of therapies they have given you?"

"You read my files, asshole." I scoffed, turning back to my beautiful panoramic view. Michael turned back as well, staring into the deep, vast space. Frankly, I meant the insult about 50%. After all, he was an asshole, but at the same time, he could be sweet.

He chuckled and nodded at my comment. "I just wanted to know more about you."

"How sweet," I fake-smiled, ignoring his rather weird action.

All too soon, people began to cause a ruckus and that's when the doctors and nurses began to yell that whoever was out here was going to get in some deep trouble.

Michael looked over at me, hearing the same thing I was. Quickly, he grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the rail. He found this supply closet and pulled me in, shutting the door behind him.

Brooms and other cleaning supplies were stored in there, but the poor, metal excuse for a closet was extremely cramped. I was pressed up against Michael, and as I looked up, I saw him staring back at me. "Hello,"

"Hi," I whispered, listening to the chaos outside. Whilst I was listening to this, however, I couldn't help but stare into his eyes. It was hard to focus on everything going on around me.

"You have pretty eyes, Annie." Michael smiled and I gave him a small grin back.

"Thank you," I responded,"now, how the fuck are we going to get out of her-?"

"Shut up," He rolled his eyes, and looked around, as if someone would be in the enclosed space with us, and then grabbed my face without my consent and pressed me against his lips.

It was difficult for me to snap back because he did call me a bitch just a few hours ago, yet again he was really hot. All the memories from that night in France came rushing back, so I did indeed kiss back.

"Well shit, Annie."

--/--

It wasn't until six in the morning that someone actually opened the door to get the cleaning supplies. I had fallen asleep on Michael's chest, his back against the wall as my body was in between his legs, my back on his stomach.

The janitor yanked the door open and he almost dropped his keys onto the floor. Light was shining through the space where the door had once been. I squinted my eyes at the sunshine and covered my eyes with my hands. As I tried to sit up, a pair of arms prevented me from doing so.

Janitor dude rolled his eyes and shook his head, simply stated,"If you two punks get out I will not tell anyone,"

Michael let me go, feeling as weirded out as I was. He muttered a quick 'thanks, mate' and then we got out of the closet that we had been hiding in for so long.

I was beginning to feel the hangover making its way onto my pounding head. Michael moaned about his own headache.

Now, we just had figure out how to get back into the building without making a ruckus. And let me tell you, when you're standing next to a six-foot tall, hair-dyed, clumsy dork, it's extremely difficult to do so.

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honestly i dont have an excuse for this short, crappy chapter that is a month late

but i am writing dont and now that ive finished it i hope i have more time for this ff

ok ily all

xoxo