groupie - michael clifford u.s.

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double updating today 💘

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4 days left

"Dude." Lucy tapped me on the shoulder, breaking the day dream I was having. I faced her and hummed, "Hmm?"

"So basically yesterday me and the guys, besides michael, were sitting in the livingroom, you know the one really far away from michale room. and you guys like... have really loud sex." she tried to cover her mouth from laughing.

"You're lying." I said, blushing like crazy.

"Nope. I didn't even hear you guys last time." she nodded her head, picking at the French fries that she bought.

"Like last time?" I questioned. This is the first time me and Michael have ever done anything.

"You know, whenever you guys hooked up the day you met." she tried to jog my memory. oh my god. she still thinks that me and Michael did something.

"Oh... I have to tell you something." I tugged at my bottom lip, I had never lied to Lucy because she always told me she hated people who lied to her. but if I didn't lie, where would we be now?

She had questionable eyes.

"I never did anything with Michael... the day we met." I looked down before looking back up.

"oh." she coughed, "why'd you lie?"

"I mean. I didn't want to have sex with him. I couldn't bring myself to do so. if I do anything with anyone I want it to mean something. not just do it because he's famous or something." I bit the inside of my cheek.

"What are you saying?" she squinted her eyes, "are you saying I was a slut?"

"What? no. Not at all. I was just saying that I'm just not like th-"

"not like what?" she stood up, pushing her chair in.

"I don't know how to explain it! I just didn't want to have sex with him!"

"Okay. I get it. but are you implying that I'm a slut?" she asked again.

"No Lucy what the fuck. I was just saying I didn't want to do the things that you did." I tried to rephrase what I was trying to say which I honestly had no idea what that was but I wanted to make it better. and it obviously wasn't working.

"Just because I slept with band members doesn't make me a whore!" she yelled at me. I ran my hand through my hair.

"good grief Lucy that not what I'm saying!" I yelled back standing up.

"Well say whatever you want. leave." she pointed towards the door.

"Are you telling me to leave my own apartment?" I flowered my voice.

"My parents are paying for it. not yours. so get the fuck out." she went across the room and opening the door. I didn't even argue. I just quickly went in my room, got my suitcase, and threw articles of clothing into. I grabbed my shampoo and toothbrush, throwing that in there too. along with a few hair appliances and other things. I zipped it up and rushed out of my room. I passed by her and scoffed.

"have fun." she said, slamming the door.

I hope she isn't serious about this.