groupie - michael clifford u.s.

• thirteen •

I jumped out of bed, quickly standing to my feet.

"Andrew?" I questioned.

"Yeah... I just wanted to catch up." His voice was soft. Unlike how it used to me; deep and just a rude tone basically.

"Catch up." I repeated to myself. "Uhm. Over the phone isn't really my kind of thing." I stalled. I didn't really want him in my life. He made it so dramatic and my life is dramatic as it is right now. I don't need anymore drama.

"I'm actually in L.A. for the next 3 months." He continued, "maybe I could come over tomorrow?"

"Oh uh. I thought you were in Texas for that football opportunity." I changed the topic.

"I was. It was a scam. 2 months after high school and 1 month into everything, the thing was busted and everyone who had the 'change' was sent home. Since none of it was even real," he sighed," but I joined the military. I'm actually on leave right now."

"Oh sorry about that. That's great that you can be home now."

"It is! So, meeting up. How about it?" Damnit I thought he might've forgotten about it.

"Uh. Sure." Damnit Gwen why ya gotta be a softy?

"Great! Tomorrow?"

"Can we maybe do it Friday?" I needed time. To clean myself up for this Michael stuff and prepare myself for this... meet up.

"That sounds amazing! I'm actually at my parents house right now. Remember where that is?" He questioned me.

"I actually do."

"Well the café done the road. Friday at 12."

"Okay I'll be there. I'm going back to bed, goodnight." I didn't really give him time today bye which was really rude but I didn't want to talk anymore.

What have I gotten myself into?

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