groupie - michael clifford u.s.

• nineteen •

"you're not telling me something and I know you're not." Lucy munched on her sandwich, staring at me intently.

"I'm okay." I said harshly.

"okay I'm sorry." she looked down, "I'm going to the boys house, want to come?" she asked, taking the last bite of her food.

I shook my head, "no."

"you can't stay cooped up in here forever." she said standing up, taking her jacket off the hook.

"yes I can." I said, walking to the living room to lay down.

"you know what, fuck this. I'm staying here. you need someone and I know you do. you're my best friend and I love you, you're the sister I never had. I can see calum tomorrow." she threw her jacket on the opposite couch and laid on top of my back.

I smiled, feeling a bit better.

"thank you for being here you buttfucker." I smiled, making her giggle.

"always."

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"Gwen, believe it or not, Michael has been feeling really shitty lately." she said, bringing the fluffy blanket up to her chin.

"How do you know?" I asked, taking my attention off of the movie.

"I talked to him. I'm not saying anything because that's his job, but I am saying that you guys need to talk." she nodded her head.

"you think so?" I looked down.

"yes. I know that both of you have some held up feeling and Gwen, they need to be let loose. it's unhealthy and it's hurting the both of you, I can tell." she cuddled into me.

she was right.

maybe it's time we talk. but I know I didn't have the courage to talk to him.

I got up, telling Lucy I was headed to the bathroom. once I was in there I let out a few tears, turning on the bathtub,

I needed to think.

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Lucy's p.o.v.

Gwen went to the bathroom and I took that as my cue to call Michael.

I dialed his number and waited for him to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Pick your balls up off the floor, buy some roses, and get your ass over here because Gwen is ready to talk. You need to talk to her Michael. don't make me drag you over here. she's in the bathtub right now but I advise you hurry up over here. and bring flowers like I said. roses because those would look nice over here." with that I hung up, knowing I had convinced him to get his ass over here.

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Gwens p.o.v.

my bath was long, relaxing my muscles. I needed to be calm anyways. this past, month and a half has been so hectic for me.

I wrapped a towel around me, sighing as I cleaned the make up residue out from under my eyes.

natural Gwen. ha.

I picked up my clothes and stuck them in the hamper, walking out of the bathroom and into my room. I closed the door, turning around, before turning off the light. I dropped my towel, heading over to my dresser.

"Uh Gwen." a male voice came from my bed.

I screamed, picking my towel up and covering my body. I faced the male, realizing it was Michael.

he had roses? in his hands and his cheeks were literally just as red as them and mine.

"goddamn it Michael." I huffed and tightened my grip on my towel.

"I'm sorry, i didn't know you would be... naked. uhm," he tried to find his words, "can you get dressed and then come back out here? I really need to talk to you."

"okay. I'll be out in a second." I rushed to grab some clothes, hurrying back to the bathroom to change.

only my mind could wonder about what on earth he had to tell me.

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#mien manip on side I cRY

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