*Michael's POV*
"I am no way, wearing this". Bristol yelled from behind the flower curtain.
"Just let us see it". Calum yelled and we heard a groan.
The curtain was pulled back and Bristol walked forward, wearing the short black cocktail dress Luke picked out.
As she spun around I could only think back.
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Her skirt flowed around as she danced with Ashton on the floor. Her mask was a blue sapphire, matching the glittering heart shaped top.
It was a masked ball, and I was having the worst time.
No one wanted to go out with the black and white haired freak, they wanted Calum or Luke.
As the dance ended, I saw Ashton move to talk with Luke and Calum. Why did I even come, I'm the seventh wheel and it sucks.
Out if no where I was tackled to the floor, fifteen year old Bristol was now on top of me. Her rushed black skirts covering half my body, hiding her face.
"Dance with me Mikey"? She asked with her eyes glittering behind her mask.
"I don't thinks so Bristol, not tonight". I said, even though I wanted too.
"Come one, please". She asked pulling me up, and dragging me to the gold dance floor.
"I don't know how to". I yelled and she giggled.
"I'll lead, One, Two, Three, One Two Three". She said and we laughed.
She turned and whistled in the DJ's direction and the music stopped.
"What did you do"? I asked and she smiled.
"One, Two, Three, Four". She screamed and music blasted through the speakers.
"Lazy lover, find a place for me again, I know you felt it once before I know you did, I can see it". The music hit me like shock.
There standing, no dancing in front of me was my best friend dancing her ass off.
"Did you do this"? I asked and she looked into my eyes.
"Just for you Mikey". She smiled laughing and grabbing my hands, so we could swing.
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"Michael what do you think"? The voice was like a knife, cutting me from my daydream.
"Um, it's nice". I swallowed not being able to stare her in the eye.
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FanfictionBristol Evans doesn't know who she is, never has, and probably never will: that's what she thinks at least. Every night she leave 52 Angel Avenue, Sydney Australia at 12:50. Every night the same car is parked outside. Every night the same four guy...