Right Place, Right Time {Michael Clifford}

4. Family and Random Boyfriends

-Cylan-

The atmosphere is amazing as we finish our set. The entire building is buzzing with rounds of cheers. We haven't had this reaction ever since we've started performing here in Chilled Riot. I slide my drumsticks back in their little pocket and exit off the little stage. We all rush back into our dressing room. We've never played that good. Ever.

"Ahhh! We did it!" Lydia yells. As if on cue, we all stop in the middle of the room and scream at the top of our lungs, with our arms stretched out. We pile into a massive group hug but our weight being too much for Maddie, who was stuck in the middle, so we end up in a dog pile on the floor.

Too busy laughing our asses off at the amount of idiocy, none of us heard the dressing room door swing right open to reveal our owners and the guys once again. I attempt to stand up but seconds later, I'm back on the ground with Geordie's foot on my neck. "Geord?" I screech, trying to move her door off of me.

"Oh forget this." I finally get my arm from underneath Lainey, and bring it up behind Geordie and dead leg her. She is practically a deadweight as she falls straight back over top of us. I could hear their laughs joining in with ours as we lay entangled together.

A hand grabs ahold of my arm and pulls me out of the mess. I look down and quickly fix my risen shirt, fumbling with the buttons. "Thank you." I smile; as I look up I see Michael Clifford staring back down at me.

"It's no problem. Just didn't want you to be crushed." He lightly chuckles, his eyes following every move of mine. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't uncomfortable by his intense stare. Besides, I don't know him personally on that level and I have the social skills of a peanut. I've loved this band for two years now and it's insane to think that we are here, two feet away from one another.

"Cy!" We break away from the awkward staring contest, and look in the doorway to see Erin, carrying our little brother, with her boyfriend on the other side. It's like she never goes away. She is always "stopping" by and feels the need check on our progress. I've never been able to live my own life.

Cade comes toddling over to Michael and I, as I scoop him up in my arms. "Who's this little guy?" He smiles, lightly ruffling Cade's blonde hair. He lets out a happy gurgle, he absolutely loves when people notice him. Such an attention hog.

"This is my little brother Cade Jacob." I grin, bouncing him back up onto my hip. Cade has no clue what we are saying, he still has his electric blue kid mufflers on. Michael starts tickling Cade's stomach with one hand as he slowly places his other hand on my lower back. I don't like being touched, especially by someone I just met even though I know almost everything about him. Ah, pros and cons of being a fan.

In the nicest way possible, I back away from his lingering touch so I can speak without feeling jittery.

"Cade Jacob is a pretty cool name," Michael sweetly smiles. I'm glad he doesn't seem hurt by me declining his friendly touch. I carefully slide his kid mufflers off of his ears, so he can hear our conversation about him. "How old are you buddy?" Michael leans down so he could be eye level with my brother.

Cade shoots him his star-dazzling grin and held up four fingers, while yelling "Three!". I feel embarrassment creep up on my face, but thankfully I can pull it off as laughing being the cause. Our laughter combined, catches the attention of my sister.

"Here let me fix that." Michael gently reaches over and lightly pushes one of Cade's fingers down so he could make the actual number three. "There you go! You are going to be Einstein one day." A massive smile imprints my face as I continue watching Michael and Cade interact with one another. I'd be lying if I said this wasn't adorable. But there's no point in fawning over it, it's just a polite gesture.