groupie - michael clifford u.s.

• six •

Waking up next to Michael on a hill was the best way to wake up. Even though the shirt that Michael gave me was like half way up and michaels hand was literally poked into the top of my underwear. I'm not complaining though.

I turned my head slightly, looking at Michael still peacefully asleep.

His mouth was opened just a little bit and soft snores were escaping.

He looked so peaceful and... cute.

He had a slight stubble which made his face even cuter. Like his face was so... Omg.

I reached my hand up and ran my index finger softly around the edge of his face and down his neck, stopping in the middle of his collarbones.

Is it bad I wanted to kiss him?

I know I couldn't though. We were friends. But friends sometimes think that other friends are cute and sometimes really want to kiss their face... right?

I turned around on my side, leaning my elbow on the blanket that separated us from the soft yet scratchy grass.

"I can feel you staring at me." Michael said, morning voice clear as day. I jumped a bit, not expecting him to talk.

"I'm not staring... just observing." I lied, laughing afterwards realizing how stupid I sounded.

"The tables have turned I see. Anyways, what time is it?" He finally opened his eyes and sat up, stretching slightly. I grabbed his phone that was laying under him, clicking the home button.

My curiosity got the best of me and I peeked at his notifications without him looking. A particular text caught my eye.

Amanda: can't wait ;)

Oh

I felt my heart drop a little bit.

"It's 10:56." I said with no emotion.

I was actually considering taking Lucy's advise and trying with Michael. Even thinking that he was talking about me the other day. But I guess not. He obviously has someone waiting for him. How could I be so stupid? Last night was stupid. I actually believed that Michael liked me. Liked me. But he doesn't. Maybe he was really just trying to get in my pants.

"It's to early. Wanna continue cuddling for a bit or get some breakfast?" Michael smiled, picking my dress off of the floor.

I was fuming for some reason. Jealousy.

"No I want to go home." I said, taking my dress from him. I pulled the shirt down further and walked towards his car, getting in the front seat.

Michael collected the items we used last night and put them in the back of the trunk before getting in the front seat and starting the ignition.

"Oh. Well I'll just chill there. Let's watch a movie." He smiled.

Does he not get that I really don't want to be with him right now?

"No. I want you to drop me off at my house, and I want you to leave." I said rolling my eyes. Michael gave me a very confused look.

"Uhm okay." He said, almost whispering.

With that he drove off, not saying another word.

That's until we were 4 streets away from my house.

"What's wrong?" He asked calmly.

"Nothing." I chuckled.

"Come on Gwen, what's wrong. tell me." He said stopping at a stop sign.

"Nothing Michael just drop it." My tone raised, making his eyes widen.

"What the fuck no. I won't just drop it. Tell me what the hell is wrong with you. You were perfectly fine until you checked the time and now you're pissed. What the hell did I do?" He turned to face me, his entire face having a confused and almost angry expression.

"Can you just take me home?" I said, looking straight ahead. He let out a fake laugh, continuing on down the street.

"Can you at least tell me who made you angry?" He asked, not looking at me.

"Well, you."

"What did I do?" He tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"You're a whore that's what." I said with a completely calm tone. He completely stopped the car, making me jerk forward. Cars honked furiously as the went around him.

"Michael what the fuck!" I yelled throwing my hands out in front of me.

"What did you just call me?" He squinted his eyes and cocked his head to the side. He was pissed. It actually kind of scared me.

"A whore. A fucking manwhore." I yelled.

"HOW THE HELL AM I MAN WHORE? I HAVENT FUCKED ANYONE THIS ENTIRE TIME IVE BEEN TALKING TO YOU. LET ALONE SPEAK TO ANY OTHER GIRL THAT WASNT A CLOSE FRIEND. SO YOU HAVE NO FUCKING RIGHT TO CALL ME A MANWHORE." He screamed, slamming his fist on the arm rest. I flinched.

"Then who the hell is Amanda? Why can't she wait? Who do you think you are? You made me like you and behind my back you're screwing some girl? Am I just not good enough for you? Sorry that I didn't fuck as soon as we met." I threw my hands up in the air, feeling my face heat.

"Amanda.." He looked at me questionably. "AMANDA! Gwen she was talking about the second album! Why were you even looking through my texts? Wait... You like me?"

Now I was embarrassed. I just told him that I liked him, and now I realize I threw this fit for absolutely nothing.

Michael reached for his phone and opened it, scrolling a few times before handing me the phone.

Amanda: how's the second album going?

Michael: fantastic! Thanks for asking.

Amanda: no problem. When it coming out?

Michael: Sometime next year I'm sure.

Amanda: can't wait ;)

I felt dumb. I handed Michael the phone back and stared at my lap.

"Just take me home please." I said quietly.

He didn't say anything, just continued on down the road, reaching closer to my apartment.

God Gwen when can you learn to shut the hell up.