Homeless (Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 35

*** I'm sorry if this chapter is shit I've been really busy with work and dance and everything and I kind of threw some things together here I'm sorry but I hope you are liking this!***

I was now late at night. People crowded almost every room in this house. Yelling and laughing from very corner of the house. I couldn’t read what time it was. I was drunk off my mind. After Calum and I drank down that bottle of vodka, I was gone. I was dancing on the tables and drinking like there was no tomorrow. I was in the kitchen hanging out with this girl I guess I became friends with somehow. I forget her name though. I think it was maybe Donna, Diana, I don’t fucking know, but she was nice and we were dancing together. We were then talking when I felt someone grab my hand a whip me around. Before I could see who it was he kissed me. I knew it was Michael right then. When I pulled away he smiled at me. His eyes were red and he was giggling.

“What’s up with you Mikey?” I smiled.

“Come with me Ashton got the stuff.” He said, whispering quietly in my ear.

I knew right then exactly what he was talking about.

He pulled me by the hang outside and into the back deck. When we walked outside, the cool hair felt nice on my face. Outside was Ashton, Calum, Luke and some other guy I didn’t know.

“Who’s this?” I questioned, clutching onto Michael since I was barely able to hold myself up.

“This is John.” Calum said.

I made an o shape with my mouth then greeted him.

“Alright let’s make this quick because we don’t have a lot and if anyone sees up with this, they will all go crazy, trust me this shit is what everyone here goes crazy for.” John said, pulling coke out of his bag.

It was a small ration, but at least I’m getting some.

*****

I tilted my head back in satisfaction. I was having the high of my life. I was sitting on Michael’s lap talking to Luke when I began to shiver. I was getting cold.

“Can we go inside?” I asked Michael.

He just nodded his head. We stumbled to stand up, but once we were up we all proceeded inside and out of the cold. Everyone inside was continuing what they were doing before when we got inside. I then looked closely at the clock. It was almost 5am. I began to feel weak in my legs. I started walking towards the stairs. I struggled to make my way up there. I then felt someone behind me.

“Here babe let me help you.” He said.

He took my hand and pulled me up the stairs. I was too tired to lift my head up to see who it was. I’m pretty sure it was Michael I mean who else would it be. He pulled me up the stairs into the bedroom. Once I in the room, I collapsed on the bed. I felt like I was going to throw up.

“Michael can you take my shoes off for me?” I asked.

“Sure.” He said.

He slowly slid my shoes off and I heard them being tossed aside. I slowly rolled myself over onto my back.

“Holy fuckkkkk that shit realllly fucking got me.” I giggled, looking up at the ceiling.

I didn’t hear him respond. I then felt him climb on top of me. We were now face to face. He was fuzzy, but I could see him, but something was different. His eyes were different, his hair was a different color, and shorter. Everything about him was different. I then realized it wasn’t Michael. It was Josh? Josiah? Jake? No, it was John. John! My eyes grew wide and I panicked. He then kissed me. I tilted my head to the side to get away, but he was too strong. I was weak from the alcohol and drugs. I pushed him away, but he came from back. This time, he held my hands behind my head. I tried to scream out for help, but no one would hear. The music downstairs was blasting and my voice was weak.