**Ok so I've noticed Mikey and Cal-Pal are basically side characters... They need to be added in.
Why not now?!?
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I woke up to someone carrying me to my room. I assumed it was Ashton.
"Let me sleep in your bed Ashton, who cares if Luke finds out..."
"Plot twist: It's not Ashton. But you're welcome to sleep in my bed."
"Mikey?!" I said shocked. Now more awake as well.
"Yeah, and to answer your question, I care if Luke finds out."
"Ok, so where are you taking me?" I questioned.
"Well, I was going to take you back to your room to sleep, but seeing as you asked so nicely to visit mine..."
I groaned and he laughed in reply, and that's when I realized he wasn't joking about going to his room. He opened the door and walked down to the 'basement'.
I was expecting it to be dank and dusty but it wasn't, and I understood why I rarely see him or Callum, his room is so cool, it's like a paradise.
"Heh, not quite. But I'm getting there."
"I said that out loud..."
"Yeah."
In a desperate attempt to change the subject I asked the most basic question in the history of the room. "So what's the plan for today?"
"Nothing really, it's our last day off before we have to go back into the studio to start recording again."
I then noticed that this was literally the first time Michael and I had ever really talked to each other. I began to wonder why; was it my fault? Did he hate me? Was he against Ash and I like Luke was? DID HE HATE ME??
I was never really the confident type of person, but I definitely wanted to know if there was anything I had done wrong to upset this guy.
"Hey Michael? Why is it that this is the first time we've talked since I got here?"
"Hmm?" He started as he FINALLY put me down on the bed, "Don't worry, it's nothing against you if that's what you're thinking, I'm just sick of Luke trying to control you. He's not being himself..."
"What do you mean?" I asked my curiosity rising.
He shrugged it off and that was the end of it.
As I sat on his bed, his really comfy bed, I started getting a little bored. I noticed a vivid sitting by the T.V. I stood up and walked over to it, and the second I had a grip on it I had a flash back.
(This is an interesting chapter sorry, it's going to be a little funny. The flashbacks are in the next few chapters so if you want to skip to those I will put a ~ in otherwise you can read them after if you want to just stay with the story line)
"Day are you ok?"
"What the hell happened?"
"What are you talking about?"
"What did you do?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You did something."
"Dailah calm down, I have no idea what you're talking about." He said starting to get concerned and standing up
"Before the accident, you did something and I was pissed. You did something."
"Day I haven't done anything."
"I bet that's why you haven't been talking to me." I said more to myself really. Then he grabbed me by the shoulders, probably to calm me down.
"Let me go Clifford."
"No, I need you to calm down."
"No" I almost screeched at him. With that he picked me up and started stomping around the room, all while I was screeching at him to put me down. He threw me onto the bed. I stood up a playful smile on my lips.
"You're a dick."
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"Oh my god, you drew on me."
"Ohh... that..."
I opened the vivid and surprise attacked his face with it.
Skipping forward past all the boring stuff... I won. Mikey had a completely covered face from permanent marker.
"Mikey...?"
"Hmm?"
"What did you mean when you said Luke hasn't been acting like himself?"
"I'll tell you sometime, but right now, we should probably get back upstairs"
** OH my god, what have I done?!?!
Did I just Make THE Michael Clifford into.... practically the guru of the group???
..... possibly
