groupie - michael clifford u.s.

• seven •

Me and Michael last talked last week. And it's safe to say that I feel like absolute shit.
I can tell he hates being called a manwhore and I called him that. I assumed that he was talking to other girls. I flipped shit and called him names..

Why did I have to assume things? We aren't even dating so I shouldn't have freaked out so bad.

"Gwen come on, you've been on the couch for like 4 days." Lucy tugged on my arm, sighing deeply.

"So?" My face was slightly smushed onto the arm of the couch.

"You've been eating pizza for an entire week, you haven't showered in like 2 or 3 days..." Lucy trailed off, sitting down on the coffee table.

"What's your point?" I cuddled further into my blanket.

"You need to call him." She stood up, grabbing my phone off the floor and handing it to me. I didn't grab it though.

"That's funny, no."

"Fine. I'll do it." She took her phone out of her pocket and quickly dialed in a few things.

I didn't think she actually was until I heard him on speaker phone.

"Hello?" His voice echoed out of the phone. I sat up quickly, staring at her cautiously.

"Hey Michael! Gwen wa-"

"NO I DONT." I yelled, trying to run away. Lucy grabbed me by my waist and surprisingly, threw me back down on the couch. She straddled my lap and put her hand over my mouth.

"Sorry. Here she is." She gave the phone to me, I hesitantly took it.

"Uh-h" I didn't know what to say. Really because of embarrassment and also because the fact that Lucy was literally on top of me.

"Listen Gwen, it's okay." Michael said after a few moments of silence. "I know you probably feel bad but don't. I'm coming over. I need to talk to you." With that, he hung up, not giving me a chance to speak.

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SupersupersUPER short chapter but I'm collecting my ideas for the next few chapters so this is a filler :)

Thank you guys for sticking around so far❤️
Ilysm