luke loves michael, and ashton, and calum, and sometimes jack.

"Who are you?" "Michael Clifford. Who are you?" "What does it matter to you?" WARNING: Mature Content (self-harm, sexual relations, language, violence, drug/alcohol use) wildfl0wermc | Muke Clemmings

In which a rather average boy who likes to make new friends gravitates towards the one who never speaks. // all rights reserved © ashtonsos twenty-fourteen

its been 124 days. where are you. [c] -cliffordgasm

Michael loves Luke. Luke loves Ashton. Ashton loves a dead boy. Michael is Luke's best friend, the one Luke goes to for anything. However anything does not include help. Why does Luke need help when he deserves everything Ashton is giving him? Exactly, he doesn't.

Michael is looking for a new start and a way to manage his anger issues when he moves back to Sydney, leaving his mum behind, and moves in with his former best friend, Ashton. Unfortunately, Michael finds that starting over is much more difficult than he expects; Michael doesn't expect that there'd be a boy so timid Michael can't even raise his voice around him, and Michael certainly doesn't expect to care. But he does care, and if Michael doesn't learn to control his anger soon, Luke Hemmings might slip away--and Michael can't let that happen. Highest rank: Fanfiction #19

"So you, the serial killer, expects me, the totally innocent, but unbelievably unhappy high school student, to walk into the sunset with you and be happy?" "That doesn't sound too bad." "You're lucky you're cute." × Prequel to I Never Wanted To || Cashton × Ranked #199 #169 #145 #133 #114 & #84 in fanfiction. All Rights Reserved.© WriteDrunk 2014. Completed.

❝i'm blind,❞ luke muttered. ❝nice to meet you, blind. im michael.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans {#1 fanfiction - 9/28/14} {#8 teen fiction - 9/18/14} cover by @michaelclifford

"Next!" The fortune teller calls. Michael smiled sheepishly at Ashton as he pulled back the curtain, walking in and taking his seat. They didn't believe in this crap; it was a dare. The fortune teller didn't look at her ball, or even Michael for that matter. She looked past his shoulder, her hands slightly shaking as they rested on the table. "You have a dark spirit following you." Who knew from that day, Michael's world would get turned upside down, all by a dark spirit named Luke Hemmings.

❝our story isn't over, it's just forever unfinished.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans