DM's || Michael Clifford (Completed)

1. Unexpected.

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so I had a dream the other night and this happened and I wanted I share it with you so I don't really expect this to go anywhere but there's no harm in trying, right? Anyway, here is the first chapter to DM's, I hope you like it. ☺️xxxx
It was 2am when you woke up with a dry mouth, which was very convenient; not. You rolled over and looked at the time, brilliant- you thought. Just brilliant. You wouldn't of minded if you were one of those people where after they wake up they can do what they want and go back to sleep again. But you weren't, and you groaned as you sat up in bed. You yawned before pulling your covers off and climbing out of bed sleepily. Another problem was that you had an attic room, so there was so much more effort that was needed for the amount of stairs you were going to be walking up and down. You walked to your bedroom door and opened it. Using your phone as a light you slowly trudged down the stairs, careful that you didn't slip on your pjs that were way too long. You love these pj's, they were Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and they were fluffy. They were perfect for you, apart from the fact that the bottoms were too long. As you reached the bottom of the attic stairs you walked down the hall carefully, the floor was quite creaky and your parents and brothers would not be happy if you woke them up at 2am: even if they could get back to sleep you'd never hear the last of it. When you reached the top of the stairs you sighed as you took your first step. You knew that you were about to get harassed by your dogs when you entered the kitchen. When you reached the bottom of the stairs you walked through the hallway and towards the kitchen. You slowly pulled the handle down and you heard the dogs get up and walk towards the door, their paws making clicking sounds on the tile floor of the kitchen. You opened the door wider and slipped in as fast as you could before gently closing the door behind you. You felt around on the wall beside you for the light switch, you could feel your dog jumping up your leg. When you found the light switch you turned the light on revealing 3 dogs at your feet. You have your own dog, your brothers have their own dog and your parents have their own dog. You have two twin brothers; Sebastian and Elliot. They're 1 year older than you and go to the same college as you, they're just in the year above, so you see them around a lot. The 3 dogs you had were pugs, and yours was still a puppy. You bent down and picked up your puppy. You decided to call him Frankie, he was a very cuddly puppy. And every time you came down for a drink at night you'd have to take him back up stairs with you because he would cry. He only does it to you. You gave Frankie a little stroke before setting him on the floor again. You walked over to the fridge and opened it. You searched around for a juice pack and when you found the last one you decided to take it. Elliot and Sebastian would just fight over it in the morning so you thought you'd do everyone a favour.

As you went to leave you heard a little whine and you looked down to your feet and saw Frankie looking uneasy. When you smiled at him he began to wag his tail and you bent down to pick him up. Silly dog. The other 2 pugs were older and weren't too bothered about anything. Whereas Frankie was a little ball of worry. You opened the kitchen door and stepped out, making sure to turn the light off on your way out. You shut the door behind you and began your careful and quiet journey back up to your room. You tried ignoring Frankie licking you so you wouldn't have to speak and make noise but in the end you couldn't take it. At the bottom of the stairs to the attic you held your juice box between your teeth and held Frankie out so he couldn't reach you. As you reached the top you brought him close again so you could open the door. When you did he struggled to get out of your grip. You had left your light on, thankfully and you set Frankie on the ground before closing the door behind you. You walked over to your desk and sat down as you turned on your laptop. Frankie managed to jump on your lap and curl up as he was only small. You waited impatiently as you sucked on your juice box wanting your laptop to hurry up and load. When it did you went straight on to twitter. In your timeline you saw 5 seconds of summer fans replying to Michael Clifford. You clicked on someone's reply and waited for Michaels tweet to come up.