Be Mine Tonight - Michael Clifford

Chapter 24 - Don't Worry

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Riley.

My head was on Michael's chest, I was tracing circles on his stomach. His heart beat was steady, same with his breathing. The boy with the faded green hair was fast asleep. I studied his face. I envied his beautifully long eyelashes. His mouth was open slightly, a small snore escaped his lips.

It had been an eventful morning. The minute I heard I raced out of my house. I never really stopped to think about what was happening. Assuming Michael had already known I pounded on the front door. Luke tried to keep me from coming in. Said Michael wasn't feeling well. Which only worried me more.

In reality I should have been worrying about myself. Worrying what was going to happen when I went back to school. My name wasn't released with the story but it was only a matter of time before someone figured it out and told the world. Adam knew I was going with the guys to L.A., meaning it would take him seconds to realize. Leaving a massive hole for me to dig myself out of. Not that I cared at this point.

Eventually I pushed past Luke, Calum warning him to let me go. I found Michael curled in a ball on the floor with Ashton at his side. He blamed himself, I couldn't let him.

Michael stirred a little, his eyes fluttering open as he did so. "Good morning sleeping beauty" I mocked "Or should I say good afternoon since it's like 4pm."

He pressed his palms to his eyes. "Why did you let me sleep so long?"

"You had a rough morning" I shrugged

"So did you" his voice was raspy, it made me think unholy things. "I was really hoping what happened this morning was a dream"

If only. No one wanted that more than me. "Nope. The internet is still blowing up with the same two photos. Honestly, I don't understand how your fans can look at the same picture over and over"

Carly had always spent hours on her phone, blogging and tweeting. "How can you do that all day? The same pictures show up on your tumblr dash like ten times" I would say.

Leading her to respond with "And every time is just as hot as the first."

"They never cease to amaze me" he said. He ran a hand through his messy hair. "Do you think people know it is you?"

Ah. So it begins. The moment when reality finally sets in and we need to speak about damage control. "Not yet. But as soon as Adam comes across the pictures it's bye bye mysterious girl from Ohio, hello Riley Parks armature nerd gamer from no one caresville, Ohio"

I tried to find the humor in the situation, but Mikey wasn't budging. I silently played with the split ends of my brown hair. Realizing how badly I needed a trim. "What are you going to do then?" he asked. "How are you going to go to school?"

I really didn't think that far ahead. Honestly, all I have thought about was making sure he was okay. "I'm going to pack up my backpack like I do every morning, walk into that smelly building filled with moody adolescents, sleep through my history class, eat nasty cafeteria food, and come home. Like always."

Michael remained unamused. "I'm serious, Riley"

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want me to say Michael? Do you want me to say I'm scared? That I don't know what I'm going to do when I walk into school tomorrow and everyone is going to look at me like I'm the biggest slut on the planet? Or maybe that I'm terrified of what Adam might do to me when he finds out?"

He stared at the ceiling. "I can't say those things, Michael. You want to know why?" I didn't give him time to answer, I went on. "I can't say those things let alone think them, because if I do I wont be able to live my life. I'll just sit in my room having panic attacks and I've done that before. I don't want to live like that. I have two more weeks left of high school. I'll figure out how to manage."

"Okay" was all he said and the conversation was ended. Just like that.

I lightly kissed his cheek. "Don't worry, Mikey."

He turned his head and pecked my lips. "I just want everything to be okay. This is all my fault and-"

I kissed him, mid sentence. Our lips opened slightly and it soon grew into a full on makeout session. I pulled away slightly, our lips still touching lightly. I stared into his green eyes. "Don't worry, I whispered"