Michael Clifford, the schools bad boy. Then there's me... Bella Marshall, I may be a good girl in some people's eyes, but, I just haven't been caught. Obviously I think Michael is attractive, who wouldn't? The problem is, he's very secluded and only speaks to people like his best mates,Luke, Calum, and Ashton. They were pretty popular but i don't know what to think of them since I just moved here. I don't know why he is so secluded... Nobody does. But, even though I may never date Michael, I want to be friends with him. That's my goal for this year; to be friends with the schools bad boy/ hottie, Michael Clifford. ⚠️PLEASE don't read if easily triggered. I don't want any of my precious readers to be hurt, ily all⚠️

❝You don't actually wanna be here, do you?❞ ❝No. No, not really. Why?❞ ❝Perfect! How about the two of us, you and I, ditch this entire field trip thing and walk around New York together instead?❞ - the story of how michael and sienna decide to escape the school field trip and explore new york city together, instead.

"Don't sit next to me." "Why not?" "I'm ugly." "Nice to meet you ugly, I'm blind."

He used to be in a band.

"I couldn't save anybody! I couldn't even save myself!" "You saved me."

"We are all secretly broken in some way darling." - "I wish he was gone." "I wish she was here."

"You're like one of hell's angels." "If that is so, you must be the devil himself."

being ashton irwin's little sister means being off limits, especially to his fellow band mates. [not edited] sequel: limited - m.c

"Kelsey?" He took my hands in his. I couldn't look at him, it was too much. He shouldn't be here. I took in his physical state, his eyes were bloodshot and glassy, and the bags under his eyes were deep purple. His nose was red and he sniffled frequently. He'd been crying, I couldn't see him like this. "I'm sorry." I pulled my hands away from his, and walked away from everything that had mattered to me for the past few years. For all her life, Kelsey Irwin, has just been known as Ashton Irwin's little sister. She's always hung around with the band, but everyone looks as her as their little sister, but she wanted more. Copyright © 2014 trashton_

[COMPLETED] "What frustrates you the most?" Mr. Brown asked. No one replied as he looked at the board. "Emmy." He spoke my name harshly. "My playstation doesn't work." I answered. It was the first thing popping up in my mind. Then the black-red haired guy locked eyes with me and gave a light nod. - I had no idea how much that short nod would change my sophomore year. And maybe that was good. My name is Emmy and I fell for Michael Clifford. Really hard. ~ all rights to pizzaboyluke ~