Out Of My Limit | Michael Clifford

Chapter 7

Emily's POV
I was all dressed and ready to go out. I was debating whether or not I would stay another night this evening so I could pack up my stuff or not. My parents don't mind at all though. They're always so busy at work so they are usually only in from 10pm until 5 in the morning.
My mom and dad approved of Michael completely since she basically knew him since the day he was born. Michael and his mum and step-dad were actually there in the hospital when I was born, since Michael was 2years old. Although, Michael's mom died in a car crash a couple of years ago and after that his step-dad kicked him out. Michael doesn't keep in touch with him now, so he basically doesn't really have any family, besides his friends and me who he considers are his only family. He has a few aunts and uncles and cousins and people, but they all live in Australia and decided not to move to America with Michael and his mom and friends when they did at the age of 6months.
Michael's best friend is obviously me but besides that his friends called Luke, Cal (Calum) and Ash (Ashton) have also been there through almost everything with Michael and me also I guess. Us five usually go out and fool around now and again at Michael's, mine or one of theirs. But it's usually just me and Michael which was nice. They were all so supportive of me and they know me since I was born too I guess. But Michael was my rock and he knew me probably better than myself. Luke and Cal are 17, Ash is 19, Mike is 18 and I'm 16 going on 17 in March. It's the Christmas holidays at the moment. And it's only been 5days since the end of school (for me). So I have the next few weeks with just us five and my family. We decided that on Christmas Day all of the boys family and themselves would come over to my place and we would all have a Christmas party. I begged my parents for me to invite Zack and his family as well and they agreed. Even though it took a lot of pleading for some reason. My thoughts were interrupted with the sound of the car door slam. I looked out the window to see Michael with some bags of shopping, fiddling through his pockets to find the keys. To save him the struggle, I ran down stairs and opened it for him, to prevent the shopping going everywhere like the previous incident with the pancakes in the kitchen.