groupie - michael clifford u.s.

• twelve •

Yep so that happened. And let's just say I've never felt like shit so bad in my life.

I've been texting Michael telling him that I'm sorry and it wasn't intentional but he's been ignoring the hell out of me. Which has been making me feel worse. If that's even possible.

"Come on he can't be that mad." Lucy tried reassuring me, rubbing my shoulder. I turned over, trying to block her out.

"Lucy he called me a whore and has been ignoring me for the past 3 days." I groaned, wanting to cry again.

"Okay maybe he is that mad." Lucy mumbled, "but that doesn't mean you have to lay around crying and pretending you don't exist in the world." She shook me softly.

"I shouldn't even exist in this world." I said barely audible but Lucy still managed to hear it.

"Don't you dare say that. Without you I would be a complete mess." She turned me over to face her, "you're an amazing girl Gwen. Michael is just blowing off some left over steam, I'm sure of it. You're not a whore either. We both know he was just saying that because he was pissed off." She nodded.

"I fucked his best friend, I'm obviously a fucking whore." I got up and sauntered into the kitchen, literally not even wanting to move. Damn you food and your amazingness. Am I talking to food?

Yes.

Wow I'm going nuts.

"You were drunk." She reminded, "it's not like you meant it."

"I know but..." I had nothing left to say. Maybe she was right. Maybe I wasn't a whore like Michael said.

Or maybe you are.

Fuck off subconscious.

"Nothing to say. You know I'm right." She pointed a finger at me, "me and calum are meeting up for dinner so I'll see you soon." She hugged me from behind, squeezing gently. "No more crying or I'll smack you in the face with a burrito." She left with that.

Wow I have the best, best friend in the world.

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After spending the rest of the night in silence and stuffing my face, I was finally going to bed.

Even though it was like 9:30.

Wow I'm a loser.

I tied my hair up into a bun and slipped underneath the covers, turning the lamp off.

I slowly started to drift off to sleep until my phone rang. I groaned and looked at the caller ID.

Call from: unknown.

I hesitated before answering.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Gwen?" A male voice spoke out.

"It is." I sat up.

"Gwen! It's Andrew."

"Andrew?"

No way.