Wrecked • Michael Clifford

Chapter 5

I woke up at 11:30 that morning after falling asleep thinking about Michael and the other band members. I sat up to check my phone and noticed 500 people added me on twitter. I also had 117 dm's most of them asking "Are you Michaels girlfriend?" or "How do you know 5sos?". That instantly put a smile on my face. These four dorks were gonna make me known.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen to see a note from my mom & dad. I read it out loud "We both went into work. Be back around 3. -Love Mom". "Great! I have a few hours to my self!" I said out loud not that anyone was going to hear me. I walked over to the couch and turned it to Netflix to catch up on my favorite show. The Walking Dead.

I watched one show before I heard the doorbell ring. I tightened the hair bow around my ponytail trying to look the least bit pleasing. I opened the door to see a pizza lying on the welcome mat. I looked around trying to find a delivery man, but all I saw was a Pizza Hut van driving away. I grabbed the box and sat it on the marbled kitchen counter. I opened it to grab a slice just thinking they brought it to the wrong address when I saw there was writing on the inside of the box. It said "Pizza is always the answer. 02 5551 5678 Call Me - Mikey". I smiled and ran to the couch to grab my I phone and dialed Michael's number. "Hello. Is this the dork that sent me a pizza?" I said smiling. "That would be me. Would you want to do something today? Just the two of us?" Michael asks laughing. "It would be an honor to go on a date with the Michael Clifford. Come over! I have pizza and a movie!" I said happily. "I'll be over in 15 minutes." Michael said hanging up. I ran up the stairs putting my hair up in a messy ponytail and redoing my makeup. I throw on my Aztec leggings and turquoise pink sweatshirt. "I look like I just woke up. Oh well." I said laughing.

I heard the door bell ring and ran downstairs almost falling but gaining my balance on the last step. "Hello Clifford." I say opening the big, white door. "Hello gorgeous." He says wrapping me in a hug.

We sat down on the black, leather couch in my huge living room with the pizza box sitting on the glass coffee table. "What movie do you want to watch?" I asked. "What movies do you have?" Michael asked looking at me with a smile on his face.

I got up from the couch and slowly walked to the tv stand opening the door of movies. "Um I have a lot but The Fault In Our Stars is my absolute favorite. Is that okay with you?" I turned around to see Michael's facial expression before putting the movie in the DVD player. "Yeah. Sounds good." He said smiling. He always seems to have a smile on his face. I put the movie in before pulling the fleece blanket off of the recliner. I sat down next to Michael and stretched the blanket over the two of us as Michael slipped his black converse off.

It was about the end of the movie and I was crying as I did every time, but I was trying my best to hide it. Michael glanced over at me seeing a tear trickle down my tan skin. "Aw Lyric." He said scooting towards me just like yesterday at the beach. He put his arm around my shoulders and wiped the tears from under my eyes. I smiled looking up at him. I leaned my head on his shoulder as we watched the rest of the movie. By the end my feet were laying across Michael's lap with our fingers intertwined. "That movie is so sad." I said sniffling and sitting up with my legs crossed, but still leaning into Michael. "Let's go out and do something." Michael said laying his head in my lap hanging his feet off the couch. "Not with me looking like this!" I said laughing, but Michael didn't laugh. "Why not? You look gorgeous." He said. "If you give me enough time to change you can come in my room while I do my makeup. Deal?" I asked. "Deal."

I ran up the stairs running into my closet. I grabbed my maroon shorts, white and gray Fall Out Boy band tee, and walked down the stairs to get my gray vans.

"Okay Michael you can come now!" I yelled downstairs while slipping my tee over my white cami. He walked in my room sliding on the hardwood floor since he had socks on. "Oh my god. Your room is bigger than my whole house." He said looking around. "Thanks I guess." I said chuckling. I walked into my white bathroom and took my hair down from the ponytail it had previously been in. "What's these doors too?" Michael asked pointing to my two white closet doors. "My closet. You can check it out if you want." I said.

Michael swung the two doors open reveling my huge closet. It was a crisp white color with racks and racks of clothes on the first floor. Looking down off the railing were cabinets for my shoes with a white island in the middle containing my jewelry. Michael walked in speechless. "Your closet has stairs in it. That's not normal." He said dragging his hand across the white railing. He walked back in and plopped himself down on my bed.

I kept my hair exactly as it looked when I let it down from the ponytail. It was my natural blonde, wavy, frizzing hair, but it actually looked super cute and messy. "You looked adorable when you were little!" Michael said glaring at my black and white pictures on my wall. Before I could answer I heard the front door open and close. "Lyric we're home! Who's car is outside?" I heard my mom shout from downstairs.

"Did you not tell your parents I was coming over?" Michael asked sitting down on bathroom counter as I did my makeup. "No! I'm not allowed to have boys over when I'm home alone." I said with a panicked look on my face. "Who's converse are these? Lyric Paige is there a boy in this house?" My mom yelled as I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. I dropped my eyeliner and froze. What was I suppose to do? "Lyric who is-" my mom stopped dead in her tracks and looked at Michael up and down. "Hi Mrs. Johnson. I'm Michael it's a pleasure to meet you."