❝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

"you know these are bad for you, right?" "you know i dont give a fuck, right?" or; where luke works at a gas station and michael goes there to buy cigarettes everyday [lower case intended]

"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.

Michael is a famous reality TV star, living the Hollywood dream while doing absolutely nothing besides causing drama. or where Luke is a average guy living in L.A. with his best friend wasting away his life watching 'Life as a Clifford' for a certain rainbow hair boy. © All Rights Reserved

So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along. WARNING: Smut Cover: _Jikko Other pairing(s): Cashton (minor) Dom!Luke © 2014 iCheeseYou