UNDER CONSTRUCTION

michael, thats kind of the point of a secret admirer. its a secret for a reason. [ lowercase intended ] ©2014 PunkRockCal (lionsandcoffee) / L. Cecilia

"This has got to end" "Tell me about it" "I'm glad you agree, Mr. Hemmings, because to help the two of you get along, you & Mr. Clifford will play lead roles in the school play this year" "Excuse me? Hell no!"

Michael Clifford was always known as being loud, funny, not so punk rock, creative, and just all around Michael. His life was at a great point as he was surrounded with screaming fans, music, and the best bandmates anyone could ask for. But all too soon, it starts going downhill. The fans become more like tormentors and his best friends seem to forget all about him. What happens when they push Michael too far? Michael changes. He loses the loudness, his sense of humor, his motivation, even his personality. Michael changes so much that there is only one word that anyone uses to describe him anymore. Quiet. And who could be the one to change that? Luke Hemmings.

❝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

in which luke doesn't smile and michael wants to change that. © All Rights Reserved.

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

Michael didn't say much. Luke said nothing at all. Luke and Michael were perfect for each other. Silent. But still perfect. WINNER OF THE 'MUKE' BROMANCE AWARD ALSO AWARDED THE STORY WITH THE MOST VOTES OUT OF ALL OTHER CATAGORIES

"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.