Reason 50 // m.c

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Giovanna's POV

I stare at the boy in awe.

This proposition was unique if anything, but he was willing to stay with me to show me reasons to live.

But I bet it's all bullshit.

"5o reasons to stay? That's an awful lot of reasons for someone you've never met before." I say; my eyes focused on his.

"50 reasons. That's all it takes." He says whilst taking a swig of his beer.

I bite my lip as I grab a hold of his beer and drink the rest of the thick liquid.

"Reason 1: I'm your new friend and friends make everything better." He says; wrapping an arm around my small shoulders.

"True." I mumble whilst petting his vibrant red hair.

"I'm Michael Clifford!" He shouts into the empty bar.

"Giovanna Rose!" I shout afterwards, giggling along with him.

"This is a great reason to stay." I say quietly, hopping off the barstool.

"Can I crash at your place?" I ask him; my words becoming mixed together.

"A lightweight aren't ya?" He says; clearly amused.

I flip him off as my emotions come crashing down on me.

I was a sobbing, laughing, yelling, and somewhat neutral mess.

"It's not funny!" I yelled to the laughing Michael Clifford, but my mind knew that it definitely was funny.

"You're a little fucker aren't you?" I spit out; venom in my tone.

But my inner mind was smiling.

"You can crash with me if you want." He says whilst grabbing my small little clutch.

"But who's gonna drive?" I ask him; my words a sloppy slur.

"You just drank basically all of my beer, I'm good to drive." He says; supporting me with his arm.

Did I really drink that much?

It didn't seem like it when I was chugging it down.

In my confused state, Michael managed to drag me to his car and push me in the passenger seat.

"Just wait until the boys hear this." He says; his voice speaking his true emotions.

"SLOW DOWN WE'RE GONNA GET A TICKET." I yell; squirming around in my seat.

"Jesus Christ what are you on?" He says; looking over at me with curiosity.

I start giggling (and hiccuping according to Michael.)

My friends always told me I was an annoying drunk but Michael didn't seem too bothered.

"Your boyfriend really sounds like a dick." Michael says.

I frown upon the mention of Bryan, he's a little fucker.

"He basically openly said he was cheating on you but he still wants to bang you so you're still together?" Michael says; his eyes trailing over my lips for a split second.

"He's great in bed though." I mumble, turning towards the window.

"That's good. It's not something I needed to know but that's good." Michael says; pulling up to a small little house.

"Carry me." I say; trying to sound serious.

Next thing you know I'm getting carried to the front steps.

"Let me in Calum!" He yells, kicking the door.

But Calum doesn't open the door and to Michael's surprise, a teary eyed Luke opens it instead.

"Mate what happened?" Michael says; completely ignoring the fact that he's carrying a drunk girl in his arms.

"Aleisha left me for the thirteenth time. I thought we would finally go long term." Luke whimpers, cuddling into my chest.

"I'm not Michael." I say suddenly; making Luke avert his eyes to mine.

"That's awkward." He says, moving away from my chest area.

Michael nods his head towards the living room and Luke slowly heads over there.

"Sorry, I didn't know that his girlfriend would break up with him today. It's usually on Fridays." Michael says; pulling his jacket off.

"Hey do you have something I can change into?" I ask him; beginning to take off my own clothes.

"Just go and pick out one of my shirts, be quiet though." He says; pointing to a room down the hall.

I nod; making my way to his room.

Not even bothering to turn on the lights, I blindly pick out a shirt and change into it.

"That's my favourite shirt." Michael says from behind me; the light slowly flickering to life.

"I could've been changing." I say; whipping my short dress at him.

He smirks at me; grabbing my hands.

"Remember this reason. You have friends all around you now. We all care about you, we'll take care of you," Michael says.

"even Luke cares about you." He finishes; Luke's small sobs echoing off the walls of his room.

Michael sighs, "But he's really fragile right now so I have to go take care of him." He says; flicking off the lights again.

"Reason 1." He whispers in the dark.

I groan whilst chasing after him and into Luke's room.

"Whoa." I say in awe; taking in all the Penguins surrounding me.

Both Michael and Luke's heads snap towards me.

Luke being in his bed and Michael towering over him.

"Luke, this has happened too many times before. You have got to let her go." Michael says; patting Luke's head.

"It sounds like Aleisha is your drug." I say, crawling over to Luke's bed.

I send a look to Michael; signalling him that I got this.

"Luke, all drugs make you feel great. Don't they?" I ask him.

Luke stares at me for a moment before nodding hesitantly.

"YOU DO DRUGS?" Michael asks loudly.

He got a well deserved smack in the balls for that.

I roll my eyes at the groaning Michael, focusing on the sobbing mess beneath the penguin covers

"But drugs are bad for your health, drugs make you feel good for only a second. But once you start you can't stop." I say, pulling the sheets away from Luke's face.

"Aleisha is your drug. You don't even realize that she's harming your mental health because all you can think about is how good she makes you feel." I say; running my fingers through his hair.

"That girl doesn't deserve you; This penguin does though."

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A/N

So here is a new story!

Yeah, we know that we aren't quite done the two others but we have found this 30 day pledge where we have 30 days to write a 50 000 word story therefore we decided to start a new one considering we have so many different ideas swarming around in our heads :)

Our plan is to write at least 1000 a chapter and if we work hard enough, post more than one chapter a day.

Well anyways, we really hope you enjoy this MICHAEL CLIFFORD FANFICTION <3

-kitana and lily xx