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8:00 P.m.
I walked side by side with Ashton. He kept going on about some girl he'd met at the mall, but I wasn't really listening. He should be here...
"She's SO cute, Caroline!" He continued, oblivious to the fact that I had stopped paying attention ages ago.
"Do you see Michael anywhere?" I ask, interrupting him. He rolled his eyes.
"He should be here... he said he would be here" I rambled.
"Relax... he's right there..." Ash replied, looking very annoyed.
I walked swiftly to where I saw a purple haired boy sitting. My mood was instantly like 95% improved. Ashton stopped to admire himself in a mirror he saw.
"Come along my egotistically challenged friend... we have a Michael Clifford to see!" I smiled brightly, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the mirror.
"But... my hair..." He fake cried.
"But... my future husband..." I joked, mocking his fake cry.
I pulled him through the crowd (With difficulty might I add since he is a muscly 17 year old drummer and I'm a weak little 16 year old girl) until I found the place where Michael was sitting. Ashton and I sat down next to him, but he didn't seem to notice. There was a blonde haired girl next to him that seemed to be yelling about something. As my eyes narrowed I saw that it was, indeed, Serrina Hazelwood. I gritted my teeth and pretended her presence didn't make me want to burst into a fiery abyss of anger and rip the floor up piece by piece until I have a hole big enough to die in and... well you get the idea. I decided I should just wait until they are done to say anything... but I couldn't help but listen in.
"What the heck is wrong with you?! Why are you not freaking out?!" She yelled.
"You're the one who flipping did it!" He yelled back, defensively.
"I know but you're the one who did it back" She returned.
"Whatever... if you didn't want me to kiss back then why did you in the first place... I'm leaving?!" He almost screamed at Serrina, getting up and walking past her, not once seeing me.
"No! You're not going to do this! We need to talk about things like this Michael!" She shouted, running after him.
My whole heart fell. At first I didn't really understand what just happened. Then I finally found out how truly little I meant to him. That was supposed to be me having that fight with him. It was supposed to be me who was running after him. But I also knew that it was supposed to be her. They're the ones who are best friends. Why is it that I care so much and all I get is a front row seat for the "Michael and Serrina show". I put him up in my mind as more than a friend and to him I'm barely anything. No matter how much I want to be more in his life, he's fine with barely being in mine.
"Caroline... I... I..." Ashton said, clearly as shocked as I was. I let a small tear run down my face, still trying to hold everything in.
"No that's not what's supposed to happen..." He stated, his eyes full of disappointment.
"Ashton... this is exactly what's supposed to happen... I'm just the stupid girl who's in love with a guy who can't love me back" I tried to sound snappish, but it came out more of a squeak.
More tears came streaming out and I wiped at them with the sleeve of my shirt, trying to make them stop. But if you're like me, you know that with one tear comes many. I stood up with what dignity I had left and walked out. Before Ashton could follow me, I hopped into my van and started driving.
At first, I didn't know exactly where I was going. I drove, just for the sake of driving. For the sake of being alone and collecting myself. I didn't want to talk to Ashton because he would just tell me how sorry he was about everything. I couldn't talk to Kerry because she would just say how everything would be alright... I must've just misheard what he said. Reagan... well Reagan would just tell me that boys are stupid and Michael was no good from the start. I was out of options.
I pulled into a gas-station at around 9:00 p.m.
I just wanted so badly to go back to when everything seemed good. When I didn't know about his annoying freaking friends or he was almost always sweet. Back when I was just his music partner. To him I think that's still how he see 's me. It hasn't been the way it used to for awhile. Even when I was kidding myself on that stupid trip to the theatre. Why do I have to get so attached to people? I can't just have a normal crush like a a normal girl. :|
I picked up my phone even though I knew I shouldn't.
Hey Mikey how are you? :)
I texted and then quickly turned off my phone. I knew again that I shouldn't look... but I did. When I glanced at my screen I saw that under my text it said read 9:03. Then there where moving dots... you know, the ones that mean someone's replying. I got my hopes up... until the dots disappeared and there was no response.
You weren't at the school fundraiser thing... I saved u a seat :(
Again... read with no reply.
hello?
No reply.
Then it dawned on me. I know who I need to go see.... and her name was Meg Catheren.
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A/NOkay so this chapter was a legit dream that I had... except it wasn't Michael Clifford... and Ashton Irwin wasn't my best friend. But I did have an epiphany about all this rubbish I just wrote. Made me very unhappy for a bit.
Anywayyyyyyyy I have a new obsession. I'll give you a clue... it involves two English boys who cook Delia Smith recipes with chicken fetuses and wear cat whiskers like a boss. Well if you don't live under a rock... you know that I have indeed joined the phandom. Phil and Dan are my life at the moment... no I don't need friends... or school... or sleep...
Okay so I love you all and thanks for being spectacular, amazing, wonderful, *a million more synonyms for awesome*, Shmumkins and supporters. I'm grateful for all the smiles you guys give me. Byes u beautiful person reading this ;)
-<3 Shel <3

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