groupie - michael clifford u.s.

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It's been about 2 weeks or so since I spoke to Michael for the first time. In this time, we've been texting constantly. Literally 25/8. And also hanging out a lot.

Michael: Your new Instagram picture looks really pretty.

Me: Thx. I look constipated

Michael: constipated with this dick... ;)

Me: Michael that made no sense

Michael: sorry

me: go home

Michael: no

me: you do as I say you're my bitch

my bitch: tf you talkin bout

me: you're my bitch. do as I command peasant.

my bitch: it's been 87 years

me: 87 years since what

my bitch: since I last have a fuck.

my bitch: .... ;D

me: stfu

my bitch: Yes ma'am.

me: Thank you servant.

my bitch: I thought I was your bitch

me: you are

my bitch: but you just said servant

me: stop confusing yourself it's ok xD

my bitch: dude ...

me: yes peasant?

my bitch: I THOUGHT I WAS A SERVANT?!?!?!?????

me: Michael

my bitch: yes?

me: shut up

my bitch: okay... rude.

me: <3

my bitch: awh heart <33333

me: lol it looks like balls

my bitch: me?

me: no the three 3. and you

my bitch: at least I'm cute balls

me: how are balls cute

cute balls: I am cute. you said I looked like balls. therefor, I am cute balls.

me: are you high

cute balls: not right now

me: what

cute balls: what

me: what what

cute balls: what what in the butt

me: nothing is going in my butt

cute balls: except me though right

cute balls: .... ;)

me: no.

cute balls: k soz I'll go.

me: k.

cute balls: I'm coming over

me: what you don't even know where I live

cute balls: yes I do

me: stalker..

cute balls: yep. <333333 only 4 u bb

me: gross

stalker: no but seriously I'm coming over.

stalker: like right now.

stalker: PREPARE YOUR ANUS!!!!!!

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I didn't even get a chance to open the door Michael came in.

"IM HOME." Michael yelled loudly, running after me and engulfing me in a hug. I had a sudden rush of happiness over come me. I laughed in his chest as he sighed deeply and pulled away. He kicked the door closed and laid on the couch.

"Make me a sandwich."

"Excuse me?" I raised my brow, sitting on the empty space next to his feet.

"Sorry. Can you, lovely gorgeous Gwen Stevens, go make thy Michael Clifford, a sandwich?" He asked moving his arm out and raising his nose to look more proper.

I waited a second, taking my shoes off. I turned to face him and looked up before staring completely at him.

"Get off thy lazy ass, and go make thy own sandwich... ith.."

"Rude." He squinted his eyes and grabbed his phone out of his back pocket.

"I'm ordering pizza." He tapped a few buttons before raising the phone to his ear. "We will also watch Netflix and cuddle."

"What are you, a white tumblr girl?" I laughed to myself.

"You are white."

"No I'm not I'm Indian and Irish."

"How do those even mix?" He raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged, biting the inside of my cheek. Why was i was nervous? I've been hanging out with Michael so much for these past weeks and i've never felt nervous about it once. What's up with it now?

"Yes 1 large pepperoni and 1 Hawaiian. Oh and bread sticks and some dessert pizza." He licked his lips, probably imagining it in his mouth now. Wow that sounded perverted.

"K. Alright bye." He hung up and eyed me a few seconds.

"What?" I asked, a smile pulling a bit on my lips.

"You're really pretty." He shrugged and grabbed the tv remote laying on the coffee table. I felt my cheeks heat up a bit. Pretty?

"Lucy is with Calum if you were wondering." He broke the silence in the room.

Its kinda weird that Lucy is still hanging out with Calum. Usually Lucy ends it after hooking up with whoever but her and Calum have been hanging out so much lately. I honestly think she likes up. Like a lot. She never stops talking about him and whenever he texts her she'll stop everything she's doing to reply. Sounds familiar. But i couldn't possibly be growing feelings for Michael. That's just absurd.

Something that will never happen...

Right?