The Gamer [Clifford]

1.8 Shut up and kiss me

SMUT AT THE END I REPEAT SMUT AT THE END!!!!!
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Everything was going well. Well I mean as good as settling into a new life style could go. It was kind of like we were back on vacation again. Michael would spend the day with the boys rehearsing or recording, Lauren and I would stay home or if we could, we would go and spend the day with them.

I don't think it has quite hit Lauren yet that she has to go back to school in a few days. She's actually going to be attending the school Michael, Calum and Luke all met at. They were all excited about that. I was worried. I mean she's my little sister, I just picked her up and moved her half way around the world, I didn't even think of if she would fit in or not.

The days here were long and boring; I'm going to be honest. I applied to the university of Sydney and a few other schools and have been waiting to here back. But the stress and anxiety of just sitting in the house all day was starting to get to me.

"Babe." I heard a voice calling from the other room.

"What?"

"Come sit with me!"

"I can't Michael, I'm busy." I yelled back scrolling through a list of jobs that I had made to apply to. I heard the paddle of footsteps behind me and then a hot breath on my shoulder. "What are those?" He asked pulling away and opening the fridge.

"Job applications." I replied scrolling down my list finding a suitable job to apply to, as the door to the fridge slammed and Michael exhaled a heavy breath.

"I told you, you didn't need to get a job. I can support us." His sudden anger pulled my eyes away from the laptop and I looked to him. His eyes were sad. They had been the last few days. Ever since he came home from meeting with management a few days ago he's been very angry and needy.

"I know, I just don't want to sit here all day." I said Turing in the chair to face him fully.

"Then what do you want!" he yelled stomping away and slamming the bed room door. His sudden outburst had me in shock. I couldn't move from my chair. I sat there for a minute debating on weather or not I should just leave or not. But I know I couldn't leave him like this, I know there's something wrong.

I walked down the hall to the room I shared with Michael and opened the door. He was sat on the bed head in hands facing away from the door. "I don't know what the fuck your problem is-" I began and shut the door. "But don't you ever fucking yell at me again or I swear to God Michael Clifford I will leave this house and you will not see me again." He lifted his head and turned to me.

I took him in. His bright red hair now dull and fading, his bright green eyes now grey. His under eyes red from crying and his face a crimson color from being so upset. He didn't look like himself. I walked over to him and kneeled down in front of him, he placed his hand on my cheek and ran his thumb back and forth.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" He just looked at me watching intently and I had no choice but to watch him back. He took a deep breath and began. "You know how I met with management the other day-" I nodded for him to go on. "They have a tour they want us to go on-"

"Wow babe that's great." I said smiling and holing on to his hand, he grabbed on to my hand tighter. "No, it's not. I'll be gone for 5 months." Now I understood. I understood completely. I knew why he was upset; he didn't want to leave us. Be strong for him. I needed to be the rock if he couldn't be. So I put on a smile and he gave me the most confused look in the world.

"You're not upset?"

"Of course not, you're a musician. We knew you were bound to go off on tour again, it was only a matter of time and sure it's for a while, but I bet you'll have days off and I'll come see you." I smiled at him standing up to be on the same level as him.