My first- A Michael Clifford Fan Fiction

Chapter 9

The next morning I looked out of my window and saw Michael's car pull up to my house. Here was here five minutes early, but he seemed like the type to be five minutes late. I took on last glance in the mirror before sliding my phone in my back pocket and walked out to his car.

His eyes were full of concern, which worried me.

"Uhh hey" I said trying to figure out what was wrong.

"I can't believe I'm about it say this but I think I need your help." He said turning towards me "Its Ash."

"Oh my god what's wrong?" I questioned.

"Chill he's not dead. It's just...you know how Everett came to get her keys instead of letting Ashton take her home? Well I think he pissed her off or something and he's really upset about all of it. I don't know what to say and he didn't want a beer so I figured I wasn't the one to help him." He explained.

"I get the feeling we aren't going to school." I sad leaning my head back in the seat.

"Nope." He responded. I noticed that there wasn't music flowing through his speakers and I found his concern adorable , even though I didn't want to.

When we pulled up to his house I was the first to get out of the car. I found Ashton inside on the couch with sad eyes and a blank expression, in the same clothes he had on yesterday. He looked even more disappointed in himself when he saw me.

"I think I really messed up." He whispered while messing with the bottom of his shirt.

"What happened?" I asked. I should've been mad at him for hurting my best friend, but he seemed to be the one hurting and I couldn't help but sympathize with him.

"After you left, I got up from the couch to go to the bathroom and when I got back Everett was sitting on the couch with tear stained cheeks and my phone in her right hand." He tried to explain.

"What did she find?" I asked is a soft tone.

"Texts." He said running his finger through his hair. "They were from Amanda."

"That skank." I said gripping the couch. She was pretty, but not like Everett. Plus, she's a complete whore.

"Remember that party a week or so ago? When I took Everett home Amanda texted me and told me if I don't come back to the party to be with her she would tell people that I used to cut myself." He sighed, trying to hold back tears. "I went back to the party and Amanda was drunk. She kept throwing herself at me, but I swear to god I didn't do anything with her. I tired to tell Everett that but she didn't believe me." He quickly became frustrated as he continued to talk.

"You don't understand, Heather. I really like Everett. I don't think I've liked someone like this in my whole life and I can't loose her." He stood up and excused himself to the bathroom.

When I looked up, Michael was standing behind the couch. He looked shocked and unsure of what to say.

"We have to get Everett over here." I said looking down at my feet. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted Everett to come over to Michael's, but I wasn't sure that she actually would.

Ashton came back out of the bathroom and threw himself down on the couch. Moments later Everett opened the door and froze in the doorway when she saw Ashton.

Ashton looked at me before taking long strides towards Everett and he picked her up and held her in his arms. She didn't resist, but she looked down, avoiding his gaze. He set her back down on her feet and tilted her chin upward so that he could see her brown eyes. He cupped her cheeks before kissing her lightly on the forehead. I grabbed Michael's wrist and pulled him out of the room so they could have a moment.

"That was kind of intense. I've never seen Ashton like that over a girl before." Michael said while hopping onto the kitchen counter.

"Not gonna lie, it was really freaking cute." I smiled as I tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Like you." Michael whispered. His face turned a bright shade of red when he realized that he had just said that out loud. My chest tightened and I chocked on my spit as the words left his mouth. I blushed uncontrollably while he grabbed a glass and filled it with water, handing it to me.

"Thanks." I said before taking a sip. Before he could say anything else, Ashton walked in with his hand intertwined with Everett's, saving me from the most embarrassing yet amazing moment.