O.C.D/||\ Michael Clifford

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School couldn't have gone fast enough. Michael spent the whole of Physics wishing she'd actually clean the board. The entirety of English praying for him to stop being a prick and actually switch off the flickering light. The majority of P.E fretting over the fact that he took his bottoms off before his top when getting changed; only a majority as he snuck away to do it all again.

Oh and I forgot about lunch, where some kids were sitting at his usual place, thus he had to wait for them to finish so he could sit down there. He could have asked them to move, well actually he couldn't. Luke and Calum suggested that they sit elsewhere, but he couldn't. He couldn't create enough will power to actually remove himself from the area. This was where they always sat, every lunch, Monday to Friday, every day, rain, wind or scolding heat, it didn't matter because that was where he sat. Long story short, Michael didn't eat his lunch.

After school (at 3:44), the band met and walked home together. The journey was regular for them, yet Michael was still fascinated by their surroundings.

"Have you noticed that not one house is exactly the same?" They weren't listening. "I mean one could be 10.6m and the other could be 10.01." Even if they were the same measurements the interior was different as well. Nothing was the same.

Was it just him that found it interesting?

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"Sounds good guys," Luke splattered out a cough before sipping his water, from a bottle.

Bottle water hadn't originally horrified Michael, it was Olive that mentioned the fact that you never know who's hands have been around it, whether the bottle was sterilised.

Like Elsa, he concealed his distaste.

"Shut up Luke, we sucked!" Nailed it.

"Michael mate, what's up with you?" Calum sat hunched on an amp as if their positioning was the other way around. His mother told him not to hunch or else his spine will set, but he never listened.

"Nothing," Olive would know that was a lie. "I just think we need more, a rhythm I keep us together. Luke plays too fast, I play too slow and Calum," GLARE! "Just keep doing what you're doing."

Cal wasn't scary, he was a puppy but insult him and he could flip shit. He was one of the lads that didn't take criticism very well. Even when he played soccer the coach wouldn't dare, or else he might have the water bucket drenching him and having to lose his star player.

"So you're saying we need a drummer?"

"Great, I know a guy who would be perfect, now he's a little..." Michael tuned out after that, of course he cared, his whole life was in this band; he just didn't want anyone else in his life, this close at least.

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