If I stay - Michael Clifford Fan Fic -

Noisey neighbours

I sighed and pulled my earphones out my ears, placed my book down and stormed over to my bedroom window which overlooked my next door neighbours garden and to my surprise they were throwing a party, again. I looked out and noticed the 4 boys surrounded by people next to there pool.

There must've been over a hundred people there with drinks and music blasting from speakers surrounding their garden. Sadly I was the only house next to there's and Ive been here for 5 years and this used to be Michael's house. I sighed still looking out my window, knowing that this party would continue into the morning and I won't get any rest.

I walked over to my bed and plugged my own speakers in, listening to arctic monkeys then I lay back and closed my eyes, wishing this would be over soon.

I was suddenly awoken by a loud knock on my door.
"Hope?" My mum peaked around my door, "Michael is here" she smiled. Memories came flooding back into my head.
When I first moved here it was just Michael and me, best friends and doing everything together but then he made new friends in school and eventually we just never spoke, even when I lived next door, hah.

"Let him up" I sighed and my mum smiled back trying to be nice, "it's okay." she left and I sighed trying to pull myself together, I could hear him coming up the stairs and then to my room, he knocked and I was silent.

"Come in." the words choked out of my mouth.
"Hi Hope" he smiled charmingly, he looked so different, he was definitely taller, he had his eyebrow pierced and he had lost some weight, his skin was still the pale complexion it had always been, even when we lived in Australia,, he had pink/red hair which suited him.

"Hey, Michael." the words spat out but I instantly regretted it.

"How have you been?" Wow is this all he has to say? After about a year of not speaking to me but always throwing party's and shit he asks me how I've been,, great, just great.

"I've been fine, just catching up with work you?" I tried sounding as convincing as ever to make him get to the point.

"Yeah well I'm touring the world soon." he smiled back,, like I could forget your in a band.

"That's cool" I smiled back "so what's up?" I asked trying not to sound harsh.

"I-I want to know if you wanted to come to the party?" I sat up, "I saw your Instagram photo, and I rememberd you lived next door." He forgot about me after a year?

"Oh yeah and you forgot" I laughed a nervous one.

I sighed again, how could he forget me? I was his bestfriend, I never left him.

"So do you want to come?" He smiled.

"No." I simply replied and laid back on my bed.

"Oh, why?" He looked down at his feet, haha how does it feel!?

"I have work" I lied looking over at my books that were stacked up on my desk.

"Okay, well. I'll call you, I still have you number." he smiled, not looking convinced by my excuse. "bye" he was gone, like that.

I lay back and a tear slid down my cheek, my best friend Michael Clifford forgot about me and then expected me to go to a party?!

So it's a short chapter, oh well, please tell me what you think I should do to improve my story, maybe not rush into things? Please tell me. thanks //nadia