3:00am; the hour of the devil. michael clifford, the devil himself. | Copyright © mgcthood, All rights reserved 2014

//the one where luke swears its for practice and michael swears he's lying.

"Luke. What's your story?" "M-My story? Well. There a lot to say actually." WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. DO NOT JUDGE MY CURRENT WRITING OFF OF THIS PLS

"Christmas isn't the same without you."

"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.