groupie - michael clifford u.s.

• thirty - three •

3 days left. (leaving off from last chapter)

"Oh. My parents." I opened the car door and stepped out, waiting for Michael to get out of the car also.

The story behind my parents isn't really that bad. I just don't really talk to them anymore. As soon as high school ended me and Lucy left San Francisco to L.A. and I don't think I've ever been back. Except once when Lucy wanted to see her parents. But they usually come over here see her.

The last time I even texted my mom was 2 months ago. I feel terrible about it but I've never had a good relationship with them. They're really judgmental and they would surely judge Michael. And not just because of his colored hair and clothes, but for him. He's like me in a way and I'm pretty sure my parents didn't even like me. they've always liked my sister more. Always.

"Yeah. Since things just got really serious, want to meet your parents before I leave." He smiled and closed the door behind him.

"I don't really talk to my parents." I shuffled and began walking towards the front door of the house.

"Why not?" He asked, sticking the house key into the key slot. He opened it, we immediately were greeted by Luke and a girl making out on the couch. We stopped, seeing they weren't stopping anytime soon. Me and Michael quickly walked up the stairs and into his room.

"Let's forget we saw that. Now why?" He asked, not dropping the subject.

"I've never had a good relationship with them. They're really judge mental." I kicked off my shoes and wrapped my hair in a bun.

"I don't care what they think of me." He said, wrapping his arms around me from behind. I let my arms go and placed my hands on his.

"I don't know Michael." I said, sighing. I didn't really want Michael to meet them and then my dad have something nasty to say. or my mom.

"We're getting serious Gwen. I need to meet them. You'll meet mine maybe in a few months." he kissed my neck and turned me so I was facing him.

"I know. I just don't want them to say anything mean to you. because they serious don't care. they'll say what they want." I ran a hand down his arm. m

"It'll be okay." he shrugged, "where do they live?" he asked, sitting on the bed and patting the spot next to him. I say next to him and grabbed his hand.

"San Francisco." I said laying back. he laid back also and continued staring at the ceiling.

"that's only 5 hours away." he said, "we could go tomorrow?" he faced me, hoping I would say yes.

I groaned and rubbed my face, "fine. but don't be upset if they say anything rude. if they do we're leaving that night." I said, not really asking. He nodded and pulled me into his side.

"Okay. call your parents and let them know." He traced my arm slowly. I groaned and got up, grabbing my phone out of my back pocket. I scrolled through my contacts and slowly clicked on my mothers name. I placed the phone to my ear and listened to the ringing in my ear.

"Hello?" the familiar voice of my mother echoed through out my ear. I cleared my throat before speaking.

"Hey mom it's Gwen." I started off, "I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Hi honey. Haven't heard from you in a long while. What is it?" She answered back.

"Yeah I know... well I have a boyfriend named Michael. we're getting really serious and he wants to meet you guys." I bit the inside of my cheek.

"Oh that's lovely. Sounds great. when are you coming?" She said excitedly.

"Well I was thinking tomorrow. He has 2 days left in L.A so yeah. I'll tell you why when I get there but does that sound good?"

"Yes that's perfect. Okay well I'll see you tomorrow then? And are you staying the night? I need to know so I can set the guest room back up. Or clean up your old room." She chuckled to herself.

"My old bedroom is okay. well I have to go. Bye mom." we said our goodbyes and I hung up. I faced Michael who was scrolling through Twitter.

"So?" He asked placing his hands on my hips, staring up at me.

"So, you're meeting my parents tomorrow." I smiled at him, even though it was kind of fake.

"Awesome." he smiled up at me pulling closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and bent down to kiss his lips swiftly. He pulled me on top of him making it more of a meaningful kiss. I straddled his lap, my fingers running through his hair.

"I love you so damn much." He said breathlessly. He flipped us over, trailing kisses down my neck.

"I love you so much more."

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hi guys. it's been awhile since I updated and I apologize for that. I've just been trying to get my grades up, and I've also been sick... and I've been trying to get this guy that I really like to like me back xD but yeah. here's this update which totally sucks but ohwell. ily