Foreign exchange a.i.

The boys

I woke up to someone lightly shaking me.

"Mom go away." I said not processing where I was before I realized I wasn't home.

"Briana," a deep voice said, Michael, "Its time for breakfast, you need to get used to the time difference."

"Fine but get out so I can shower." I said.

"Alright he said, I'll tell my mom your taking a shower." He told me, and with that he was gone.

I hope he would forget I called him mom, God that's embarrassing. I slowly pryed myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom attached to my bed room and pulled out a towel from under the cabinet. Then I turned on the warm water, shed off my clothes, and stepped in.

The warm water felt nice on my cold skin. It also felt nice to be out of my skinny jeans. I quickly rinsed my hair, shaved my legs, and got out.

The contrast of warm and cold felt soothing after I stepped out of the shower. I went to my room and picked out a pair of denim shorts, remembering the heat of yesterday, and a white flowy shirt, tucked into the front of shorts. then I went to the bathroom and brushed my hair out, dried it, and did my makeup. Eyeliner and mascara.

When I walked down the stairs I was greeted with laughter and the smell of waffles.

"Morning daughter dear." Michael spoke. Shit.

"Shut up and get me some waffles I'm starving." I commanded and his parents laughed along with him.

"How'd you sleep dear?" Mrs clifford asked.

"Do you like it here?" Mr. clifford asked while I took a seat next to Michael.

"I slept great, I hope I'll like it here, I do so far." I said and looked to Michael who's face had flushed and I laughed. He now knows that I was awake.

"You bastard." he said and when I looked to his parents they didn't seem to care about his choice of words. Well that's fun.

"Oh i try." I say and look back to my waffle that Michael had so kindly gotten me.

"Ha. Ha." He said "Oh yeah mom the boys are coming over today is that alright?"

"The real quesion is are you okay with it." Mr. Clifford said and suddenly, all eyes were on me.

"Um.." I said, "I mean I dont care." then an idea popped in my head, "but I get to have Sophia over."

"Oh you've met Sophia!" Mrs. Clifford exclaimed.

"Yeah and she and her wouldn't shut up when they did." Michael said.

"I'm sorry you were the one playing on your phone the whole time." I said

"Anyways," Michael changed the subject, "is that a deal?"

"Sure thing" Mr. and Mrs. Clifford said at the same time, and with that we were off to see the city, and ask Sophia if she wanted to hang out, until it was time for our guests.

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It was around four o'cklock and Michaels friends were already here. Sophia had work until five so Michael said that I could stay with them until Sophia got here, so I wouldn't be alone.

Currently we were all in the garage (it was separate from the house wow.) messing around with our instruments of choice. Michael, Luke, and I all picked up a guitar, Calum picked up a bass guitar, and ashton was sat on a drum box.

I was strumming random chords hoping i had remembered them, it had been a while sense I've played, and Michael and the others were trying to peice together a song that they had been working on, or so they claim.