Lying To Be Perfect?// Michael Clifford.

5.

OK. Keep calm. I can do this. I have lied so much these 6 months, I can make anything up. It's all so natural now. It's not something to be proud about but I knew I could handle a situation like this.

"He winked at you, though," Taylor said thoughtfully.

"He's just trying so hard to make things alright between us," I rolled my eyes.

"Should we talk to him?" Emma suggested.

No, you idiot. You should go home.

"I'll talk to him?" I replied, "I mean.. You know, since he winked and stuff, MAYBE he wants to talk to ME?"

"Hmm, makes sense," Taylor said, "You should go and meet him!"

"I will," I laughed nervously.

"Now!" She insisted. What. Why.

"Not now!" I replied.

"Cmon, Andy, you can do it. He seems to be in a good mood," Emma said.

You don't even know that.

"Right..." I trailed off.

"Go!" they said.

I walked a little and turned behind and they were staring at me with hopeful eyes. Ugh. I walk further and they are following me. This is so unfair, why are they following me? I walk faster and I can feel them walking behind me. Only God can save me now.

I ran near the door of the backstage and turned behind to see Taylor and Emma hiding behind the car, it's good that they're far enough to hear what I talk.

"Hey, you are not allowed to go in!" I heard a huge ass man walking towards me.

Security. Oh god. No. Shit.

"Uhhh," I stammer, "I wanna meet Michael,"

He just laughed, "Time's over girl, come tomorrow for the meet and greet,"

"You don't get it!" I say, "I know him and that's why I wanna meet him,"

"Every fangirl thinks they know their favorite band member but it's not true, so leave," he is saying.

I laugh, "I'm not a fangirl!" I lie, "I do know him," this isn't really a lie, is it?

"Listen, if you don't walk out in two minutes, I'll have to throw you out," he is challenging me.

OK, I know how to box. I came second in school, this bitch is so totally going to regret it!

....not. He's lifting me up. I'm in air, oh goodness. It's like I'm flying. I'm pushing him but he wouldn't even budge. Oh shit. Shit. He will actually throw me. All my boxing techniques are gone, he's a fucking giant. He's like four times my weight, I shouldn't have underestimated this situation as much as I did.

"Leave me!" I'm struggling, "I know him! Goddammit!"

"Steve, you know where -" Some third voice interrupts us and I lift my head out of his shoulder as his grasp loosens from my body and Michael is standing in front of me.

"Michael!" I yell, "Its me! Andrea!"

At first he looks very confused but I can say he remembers me, "Andrea... What are you doing here?"

"I... I had some work!" I say, "But this huge man... I mean monster won't let me meet you! He thinks I'm lying about knowing you!"

"Steve, let her go. I know her. Also, next time - call me when you have a doubt if I know a person or not rather than harassing them like this,"