Who am I to refuse my body, my mind, my soul. Who am I to refuse myself of what I crave, and right now I am craving you.

"Michael, Michael Clifford. Tall, used to have blonde hair, plays the guitar." "Oh I know him. Apparently he has a really hard life Jay." "He seems okay to me? Just chills and plays fifa." "Maybe he does that to take his mind of things. You don't know." "I have no idea."

[ON GOING EDITING] This is where imagination with these four idiots begins.. (some of the preferences are taken from tumblr so credits to the owner.)