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in which michael hides his demons with fake smiles, and tumblr sweaters. | lowercase intended | | girly!michael | | started 12-29-15 | copyright @ hoodisfire

this story may or may not go along with the lyrics of breathe me by sia, you might just have to read to find out All rights reserved © dam ((kaIinwhite)) 2015

He doesn't want to be seen; he wants to be known.

For Calum actions speak louder than words. But Michael has a habit of talking without listening. With every action there's a reaction

Michael Clifford is shy and he doesn't talk to very many people and has only one friend - Ashton Irwin. Michael isn't bullied, people mind their own business because he doesn't bother anybody. He is self-conscious but he isn't self-loathing. Calum Hood is well-liked, but not really popular. He is in advanced classes and is in band class. He's talented at many things and people liked him because he's never rude. But underneath the happy facade lies all the demons he's hidden.

"isn't this a girls store?" "y-yeah..I'm just getting something for my sister."

"He doesn't have anyone, no friends, no family." The nurse snapped. "You might as well get out of here too, he doesn't even know you." "That's the best part," Michael replied with a small smile. "Talking to someone you don't know. Besides, I'm already on my way out." He entered room 213 two minutes after he usually comes around. "Sorry I'm late." he mumbles, sitting down beside the bed. "I've been telling you a lot of secrets lately." Michael chuckles sadly, biting his lip to keep the tears at bay. "You probably can't hear me and I'm a complete stranger but there's one secret I'm not ready to tell anyone." Michael continues, looking down at the coma patient. "I'm not ready to tell you either."

In which the star football player dates the cross dressing nerd. 2015 all rights reserved © -ymas-

"There was a boy I knew once who always walked on his tiptoes and wrote in broken cursive. Something beautiful about him, like the way he hummed to himself when he was bored or created fantasies about the randomest of things and laughed about it later on. I loved that and I loved him."