The Pop to his Punk | Michael Clifford

So you would consider it?

My alarm clock sounds, blaring '22' by Taylor Swift. I groan and pull my pastel pink duvet over my head. 6:30 AM is far too early to even consider functioning properly. I allow myself to lie in bed until the song finishes, rolling out in time for the introduction of 'Just the Way You Are' by Bruno Mars.

With a new found energy, I grab my hairbrush and sing along to an imaginary audience; interrupting my performance every now and then to actually brush my hair. Hair brushed, I dance over to my closet and pick out a black and white polka dot skirt and a plain white long sleeved top. I slip on a pair of ballet flats and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face and apply concealer and a coat of mascara.

Downstairs in the kitchen, I make a bowl of cereal and begin to eat it when my mobile rings. I check the caller ID and answer "Clary? What's up?" She begins cussing loudly down the phone, so I hold it away from my ear.

"COME ON EVIE, ITS 8:20! IF I'M LATE TO REGISTRATION ANOTHER DAY THIS TERM MRS JONES WILL HAVE MY ASS!" She shouts, with a few choice words in between. I giggle and check the clock. No way is it 8:20. "Clary? Did you remember to put your clock back?" I say, trying very hard not to laugh.
"Clock back? Aww shi-" I hold the phone away from my ear again as Clary lets out a torrent of cuss words. "You can come in until it's time to go" I say.
"Hang on a second, was I supposed to wait for an invite?" I turn around and see Clary stood grinning behind me, her jade eyes twinkling mischievously. "Well it would have been nice" I reply as she pulls up a chair at the breakfast bar and helps herself to cereal and juice.

"So," Clary says curiously, pulling out of my drive "rumour has it that Clifford has taken a liking to you. Is there a possibility that something could, you know, happen?" she finishes with a wink. I laugh.

The rumour has been going around school for a few days now, but I'm pretty sure that there isn't an ounce of truth in it. He hasn't done anything about it though so, as you can imagine, its sparked more rumours.

"Come on Clary, he's the complete opposite of me. He's all punk rock and stuff, but I'm much more pop. I doubt I'm even on his radar. Plus, he used to go through girls like he goes through hair dye. A new one every two weeks. I don't want to be in a relationship with someone like that." We come to a halt at a red light.

Clary turns to face me, looking at me seriously "What if he's changed? I mean, he's been single for a few months at the least. He actually started turning girls down." I turn the thought over in my mind for a few minutes as the light turns green and we start going again. "I would have to get to know him. And, he would have to make the first move. I refuse to ask him out when he may not even like me." Clary's face lights up as we pull in to school.

She parks in the usual place, and cuts the engine. "So you would say yes?" We both get out of her car and make our way towards the large oak doors. I sigh. "I never said I would say yes, but I might consider it" I push the heavy door open and start to make my way down the busy corridor.

"YES! I SHIP IT! YOU GUYS WOULD BE SO CUTE!" She squeals. I wince and hit her with a bit more force than necessary to get her to be quiet. "Shhhh! I don't need any more rumours going around about this" I hiss at her. She nods, but she can't wipe the massive grin off her face.

We get to my locker and she leans against the one next to mine, which just so happens to be Michael's. "Evael, I ship it." She says nodding her head in approval. I elbow her, before pulling out the books I need for today. "Clary please. You're leaning against his locker, he could appear any moment..." And as if by some magical coincidence, Michael appears behind Clary.

He nods hello at me and I return the gesture. "Come on Clary, we're going to be late, and like you said, if you're late again Mrs Jones will have your ass." I swear I hear Michael laugh as I pull her off his locker, and in to the steady flow of students heading to their registration rooms.

"Okay, first things first we need to actually get the two of you talking" She says, pushing her curly chestnut hair off her face. "Nodding at each other is going to do nothing if you two are going to get together. I know!" I can see her beginning to form an intricate plan of how to get us together in her head. Great, just what I need.
I groan "Clary!"
"What?"
"Do you think that I could maybe try and do this myself? Without your help?"

As much as I love her, this is something that I want to do myself. Also, there is a very high possibility that the plan that she is currently creating is going to cause me to want to go in to hiding in a far away land and never return.

She pouts, but understands what I am trying to say "Okay fine. But, if you do nothing I'm stepping in to offer some help." I nod in agreement, desperately hoping that it doesn't come to that. We manage to slip it to the classroom just before the bell, but that doesn't stop Mrs Jones giving both of us her signature glare.

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Authors Note: Hi everyone!

I'm Seren and because I love writing and 5SOS I thought why not have a go at writing some 5SOS fanfictions! So, here is my first attempt. I promise there will be more Michael, I just wanted you to get an idea of what Evie and Clary are like.

Please vote and comment, it would mean so much!

Thanks x

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