Punk Rock // m.clifford

0.4//nevermind, im in

Annie's POV-

"Yo, Annie," one of the counselors yelled out in my general direction. At that time, I was just stacking books, so I placed them in their correspondent spot and looked in his way,"do you mind taking something to the barn out back for me?"

"Yeah, sure," I smiled. Leaving the box unattended, I walked to the guy who handed over a large box, not that heavy. However, someone decided to step in and "help me". Guess who.

"I'll help her out," Michael smiled to the guy, who just gave an insecure nod.

Michael walked with me, the box that I was supposed to be carrying, now in his arms. I was kind enough to open the doors for him as we strode towards the barn.

Now this barn was falling apart, splinters everywhere and dust lingering in the air. Spiderwebs hung loosely from the corners of the place. The only lighting that came through was coming from a small, stained window on the opposite side from the door.

Before I walked inside, I allowed Michael, who was still struggling with the box, inside. He immediately set the box down and let out a breath. I took a step inside as well, looking around from the doorway.

Michael all of the sudden slammed the door, making the barn move around a tiny bit. This startled me, causing me to jump and press my back against the door. He kept his hand above me, acting protective and dominant.

"Listen, Annie-" He began, but I was already rolling my eyes, starting to correct him.

"Don't call me that," I huffed, making him smile. Frankly, I didn't comprehend how that would be in any way funny, but I kept my mouth shut.

"My friends are coming to visit me -Calum, Luke, and Ashton," He explained slowly. Every second that I wad stuck here, was another second that had been wanted of my day.

I snapped, rolling my eyes and leaning further back onto the wooden doors,"What do your drug-addict friends have to do with me?"

"First, they've done marijuana like once," he explained, already beginning to be done with my bullshit. So I listened. "second, they honestly believe that I'm getting better,"

"How come?" I asked, and he just had a sudden burst of kindness as he got closer to me and further explained himself.

"Basically, they think I have a girlfriend that is getting me through this phase-as they call it." His face was getting closer and closer to mine, lips getting closer and closer together, Inches became centimeters, and cetimeters, millimeters. All the way until we were one breath away from eachother.

If I saw myself in this position a week ago, Michael basically on top of me, I would've probably disowned myself. If that made any sense at all. I stammered out, becoming intimidated by his presence,"What does that have to do with me?"

"I need you to be my girlfriend," He spoke, and just after he spoke these wird, his breath crashing against my skin like the waves in the sea tumbling over the sandy dunes. Michael pulled in and lowered himself onto me so that I need not to move up to reach him.

I don't know what I felt when he was with me, so I really can;t describe this feeling to you. But, for the sake of entertainment, I sure as hell can try. It was like a tsunami of hapiness engulfed me in its whole magnitude. It felt like this type of exhiliration ran through me, and everytime I was with him, I was forever grateful.

"So, what do you say?" He mumbled, and for a brief second, I forgot what he was talking about. Then, all of the sudden, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Michael was asking me to be his petty fake girlfriends. And I've read enough books about this to know that this doesn't end well.

"No," I responded, trying to get away from him. He pouted.

"Come on, please, just for one night."

"It's going to end up in the dumps, Michael; drop it." By now, I had gotten away from his grip, but he had just gained it back, grabbing onto my waist.

"My bandmates are really nice,"

"And?"

He pulled out a picture of four guys, and with a closer inspection, I saw one of them and I knew it was Michael. Surrounding him, were three very good looking boys about my age.

"Nevermind, I'm in."

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aight sorry it's been a while

i had midterms(which im pissed about)

and yeah

im rlly sorry about this and just know that shit is about to go down

ily all

xoxo gossip girl