A Twist of Fate

seven.

sofie. 

I wake up finding myself peering onto my phone hoping for some sort of message that Michael was alive, but I didn't get anything. I bury myself under the covers, letting out an attractive groan.

"You okay?" I hear Bella speak and I grumble out incoherent words. She joins me in the bed, soothing me enough for me to explain my predicament.

"So you like Michael?" She asked with a small smile.

"I don't know!" I shout, pulling at my hair.

"So you like Michael?"

"I think I like Ashton." I blurt out, my cheeks warm.

"What?!" Bella squeaks loudly, causing my face to go into flames.

"I don't know!" I shout, hitting the bed in confusion and banging my head onto my pillow.

"I think you need to spend a day with Michael then spend a day with Ashton."

I let out a muffled scream.

"Call Michael." Bella sings before leaving the room.

"Fück!" I scream, banging my head against the pillow once more before showering and texting Michael I was going over. 

I let myself into his home once more, and deciding on making breakfast, making a shït ton of toast and placing them onto a plate. I bring them to Michael's room, laughing at the cocoon he had made out of his duvet.

"Mikey!" I exclaim, causing him to groan.

"I swear to God if you don't have breakfast I'll-"

"I made you toast now shut up and budge." 

I sit beside him in the bed, handing him the plate of toast before taking one and nibbling on the edge. I already had breakfast but one toast wouldn't do any harm. Michael gives me a smile as he starts to eat, munching happily. He offers me another one but I decline with a small smile, laughing at the crumbs that had collected on the corner of his lips. 

"M'tired." Michael yawned, placing the plate on the bedside table and laying down once more.

"I didn't come to see you nap, let's do something!" I exclaim, clapping my hands.

"Don't you have work to do?" He grumbled.

"Nope, day off!"

"There's nothing to do, life's boring."

"Stop being a party pooper, get ready and let's go shopping!" 

"Sofie, let me sleep!" 

"Mikey get out of bed now! I want coffee!" 

"You're hyper enough without it."

-*-

After an hour, I finally coerced Michael to get out and we were currently at a bowling alley.

"Seriously, bowling?" Michael raised an eyebrow.

"Don't be sad that I'll beat you." I challenge, cauisng a smirk to prick at his lips.

"How about we make a small bet." He grins, causing my insides to flutter.

"What challenge?" I ask, asking for my shoe size, Michael doing the same.

"How about, if I win... you have to make my breakfast everyday for a week."

"And if I win?" I ask, following Michael to our lane.

michael.

"If you win... I'll bring you to a concert, that band you like. How about that?" 

"The 1975?" She begins to jump, catching attention of other peers around us.

"I already have two tickets, why not." I shrug, causing her eyes to widen.

"You what?" She spluttered, her mouth dropping open.

"Yeah, I must've been drunk or something but I saw them on the table just before we left..." I smirk at her.

"I'm so winning this shït." She says determined, grabbing a ball and bowling it. I watch the ball smack the front and centre pin, the rest falling with it. Damn, she can bowl.

I manage a spare which causes her to laugh. I poke my tongue out at her and we are soon drawing by the sixth round.

"Micahel can you not?" Sofie laughed loudly, just before I threw the ball.

"Stop distracting me." I grumble, grabbing another ball and hitting the remaining pins.

-*- 

We soon leave the bowling alley, Sofie following after me with a small pout on her petal lips. She adjusts her beanie, sighing as she got into the car.

"But you won by two points." She spluttered, pointing at the scores on the sheet.

"Breakfast for me, eh?" I chuckle, causing her to frown.

"Don't worry, you can still go to the concert with me." I tell her, causing her face to light up completely, eyes glistening with happiness as she diverts her attention to me?

"Are you serious?" She squealed, shaking in her seat.

"Sure, who else am I going to watch it with?" I shrug, watching her emit a girly scream that pierced my ear.

"Save it for the concert." I roll my eyes, causing her to burst into a series of rants.

"What do I wear?"

"Where's our seat?"

"When is it?"

"What time?"

"Oh my god! I can't wait!"

"Michael are you even listening to me?"

"Mikey!" 

"What?" I chuckle, parking the car.

"We need to make sure we're both wearing The 1975 tops and we have to buy the wrist bands and- wait, where are we sitting?"

"I don't know, check." I shrug, getting out the car. 

Sofie is jumping as she follows me into the flat, her words rushed as I finally hand her the tickets. She screams.

"Mikey, we're sat on the front row. How the hell did you get these tickets?"

"I don't know, I was feeling sluggish so I bought random crāp."

"Random crāp? Random crāp?" 

"Michael Gordon Clifford."

"How the fūck do you know my middle name?" I chuckle in confusion.

"Listen to me!" She screeches.

"Okay, okay. I'm listening." I hold my hands up in surrender.

"This concert is in two days." I nod.

"Why aren't you screaming?"

"I don't really do that shït, really emascualtes me." I shrug.

She then runs a lap around the place screaming her bløody head off about Matty or whatever the fūck she said. The only male name beginning with M she should be saying is mine. Shít I'm whipped. I suddenly realise it had gone quiet and laugh loudly when seeing Sofie laying on the sofa, tickets grasped in her hands. I reach over and take them out of her hands to place them on the table.

"Don't touch my tickets!" She squeaked, causing me to throw my head back in laughter.

"Sofie, go to sleep, they're right there."

I help her take off her shoes and she is soon laying on the sofa asleep muttering about "Matt fücking Healy" and his voice which sounded of "melted sēx poured over with honey".  

meh, m'tired.

sleep pls.

~ c.j xox