she sits with him on the school bus, yet they never talk to each other.

"Oh, c'mon. You don't even know him!" "Trust me, I know enough." michael clifford au. started: may 26, 2021 ended: july 04, 2022

They were living the dream, four boys travelling the world, preforming in front of thousands; not a care in the world, other than keeping their instruments in tune and their hair on point. She was alone, living on her own, basically, with a family who wanted nothing to do with her. She was trying to be strong, aways covering her pain and loneliness with a fake smile, always repeating the words, "I'm fine," which no one could see through, until they come unexpectedly come into her life. She is shown that it's okay to be broken, and that it's alright to cry once in a while. She is shown that she is worth something.

College life, famous boyfriend, tours coming up... whoever said Emizie's life is any easy to live? [cover credit to chemicalhood]

Girls like her aren't meant to be with boys like Michael Clifford. [cover credit to dipdyed_youtubers]

~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected

"Have you ever considered for like a second," I rolled my eyes at him immediately, "let me finish. Just a second, to try something your little uptight friends would disapprove of." I thought about it. "Obviously, I can't recall anything I have ever tried. Not a fair proposition." I sighed. This amnesia shit was beyond frustrating. "Even better. Think of anything. Something you've seen on a movie, read in a book, saw on MTV. Go wild." I smirked. I was going to do just that. "I don't remember ever getting high in the parking lot of a pizza place, then going inside to eat a shit ton of pizza." I smiled at the music video I still remember ogling at when I was ten, wanting desperately to be a teenager. "You got it." he started the car, and another unpredictable night began. In the midst of regaining her memory and getting her life back to where it was, everything gets twisted, to say the least- all thanks to one boy.

we're different kinds of artists. we both know the world can be a shitty place. we both have ways of making our own parts of it better. you use music. i use spray cans. or, the one where she's a little fucked, and he's a little curious about the mystery hidden behind her eyes. || Michael Clifford || COMPLETED 04.07.19

Sneaking glances in the hallway shouldn't have been difficult but every time she saw him, she felt as if her world was crumbling at her feet.

COMPLETED | "But it tears me up inside because she doesn't even know I exist."