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.

Mau Loa : Forever "I love you. For always, forever." ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ Michael and Luke left their troubles behind after leaving Vegas. Now, as their plane touches down in Hawaii, things are changing. The culture is new and exciting, a true adventure for the pair. There is a phrase that once said: the past has a habit of repeating itself. ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ Sequel to Vegas. You should read Vegas before reading this. It will make sense after. It can be found on my page. This story is Rated R. No one under the age of eighteen should be reading this content. But, I have no way of knowing your age... So be mature.

this ain't a movie that i wanna see. a tragic story, starring you & me ⓒ deathcabformuke

THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO CHRISTMAS ORPHAN. Michael and Luke now lived beside each other, and talked through the widows after Luke's curfew. Sometimes living next door can get a little suffocating though, especially when Luke can't find the words to tell Michael the secret he's been hiding for months. WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. DO NOT JUDGE MY CURRENT WRITING OFF OF THIS PLS

Hell, we're all a little psychotic, we're all fucked up. I just happen to hear voices. ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ Michael and Luke meet in a mental institution. Luke is suicidal and Michael hears voices. A coming of age tale about finding your true self, no matter the circumstances. Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Michael Clifford nor do I own Luke Hemmings. The events portrayed in this story did not occur in their natural lives, although some events are based off of true stories. Warning: This story is rated PG-13 at the LOWEST rating. Currently, it is UNRATED for I do not know how graphic the content may become. I suggest that only mature readers view this story and if at any time during the reading process you find it to be too much, please exit the story.

Note: This is the sequel to my first book, Cope, so I would suggest reading that before reading this or you will be, for the most part, very confused. Michael woke up from his coma and Luke fills him in on all he's missed.

Patience isn't something Luke Hemmings has very much of so when Michael ends up in a coma after a terrible car accident, he doesn't quite know what to do with himself. He decides that, as a way to cope, he would write Michael letters for each day that he went without waking up but he's not so sure that be enough to distract him from the way his world was wasting away in a hospital bed. Cover by BestDirectionerEverx

"You know, when lights die in Vegas, they throw them into a great, big graveyard. Filled with all the other lights. They never get a second chance. Isn't that sad?" "We could light them up again." ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ - lightly based on songs by The 1975 - Muke fanfiction Rated R for obvious reasons COMPLETED WARNING: This story will feature things such as drugs, sex, violence, language, ect. It is strongly cautioned that if you are under the age of seventeen, you assess whether or not you are mature enough to read graphic material. I do not believe in sheltering children, so it is entirely up to you on whether or not you view this. Stealing this story, rewriting it, or translating it without permission is ILLEGAL!

Luke is infatuated with the boy with locker number 2537.

His existence had been mediocre—he could see that now. But spotting a problem and fixing a problem are two completely different things. And sometimes—when life gets too hard and every breath for survival feels more like a stab in the chest—we need help. Somebody has to come and fix things for us. And that was exactly what Michael tried to do. [muke au]