Michael Clifford is addict to the Internet. Calum Hood is addict to sex . Two best friends. So similar, yet so unlike

"welcome to goodwill, how may i help you?" calum sighs. "im good, thank you." michael smiles and walks off. © volcainhoe. all rights reserved.

"You're just a rich bitch, and I hate you." But in fact, he really, really didn't. (I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 13, PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND)

"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."

"hola mi nombre es calum" "are you taking the piss?"