groupie - michael clifford u.s.

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"Jesus Christ Gwen, he's talking about you!" Lucy, who was finally home, grasped my shoulder and shook me. I told her about how last night Michael was talking about have feelings for someone. I needed to consul in my best friend because I was feeling insanely sick about it. Like almost jealous.

"Me? That's not true." I shake my head, laughing a bit. Michael couldn't possibly like me. Out of all people.

First off, I don't think I'm that attractive, second, in weird af, third, I'm a huge fucking tease, and last of all, I'm me.

"You are so clueless. But whatever. Think what you want." She shrugged and sighed, bringing her attention back to her phone. "I honestly think you and Michael would go great together. Me and calum have been thinking a lot an-"

"Since when do you and calum rule my love life?" I suddenly started to feel quiet aggravated.

"I wasn't saying that we were. I was saying that we were just basically talking about you and Michael being together and I told him some stuff about you and he told me stuff about Michael... Long story short you guys are exactly the same." She moved her mouth into a straight line, nodding her head slowly.

"Me and Michael are just friends. That's all. Nothing more. We never will be nothing more anyways." I look down, almost a little sad. Almost.

"Gwen, I know you might still be a little iffy about being in love again since Andrew, but babe you have to realize, you're bond to fall in love again." She grabbed my hand tightly, squeezing ever so often.

Long story short, I dated this boy when ever I was 15 and we dated up until last year. I caught him cheating. With my other best friend at the time. On my front porch.

"I'm not scared. I just don't want to." I stand up from the couch, no longer interested in talking about this topic. I walked into my room, closing the door behind me.

I'm so stressed. I don't even know why.

Michael Cliffdick: call me.

Me: okay..

I clicked the call button and raised the phone to my ear. He answered on the second ring.

"Michael Clifford residence?" He said in a deep voice. I laughed and layed on my bed flat.

"Once up Cliffdick?"

"Cliffdick. Nice. Okay well I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party with me?" His voice got slow at the end, kind of nervous sounding?

"Why not. I have nothing else to do with my life anyways. Pick me up in an hour." I sat up and went towards the bathroom, plugging my my curling iron.

"I'll be there on time. Bye, princess."

"Bye, daddy." I mentally slapped myself. Daddy? Really Gwen?

"I like the sound of that."

"Shut up. Bye." I hung up right after that.

What the fuck. Why did I cal him daddy.

You have some serious issues Gwen.
Thanks subconscious.

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In a span of an hour I was ready. Michael texted me saying it was a party that would be seriously partying. Did that even make sense? Michaels words. Not mine. Oh well.

I had a strapless red dress that hugged all my curves. It made my medium sized butt pop out a little more and my boobs look a little better. Of course since my dress was so out there, I didn't put much make up on. I had slightly winged eyeliner and just a small amount of eyeshadow. The ends of my hair were also curled, so in my opinion, I actually looked good for a change.