"Kiss me, you loser," "No problem my red headed punk rocker," A series of letters between Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford; two Australian idiots brought together via English project. Trigger warning: Self harm Cover by undertoness

So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along. WARNING: Smut Cover: _Jikko Other pairing(s): Cashton (minor) Dom!Luke © 2014 iCheeseYou

"Look in the mirror Calum, you're beautiful, and everything that's beautiful is mine." "I don't belong to you." ~ In which Michael Clifford never has trouble getting anything he wants, except for the insecure shy boy who hates looking in the mirror. Side of Lashton. • Started December 20th, 2015 • • Completed June 22nd, 2016 •

"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."

In the year 2008, a blond eighteen year old by the name Luke Hemmings died a brutal death in an old, cheap apartment. His body was found nearly a week later by his landlord when he came to collect rent. His throat had been ripped out and his chest had been stabbed multiple times. Few mourned for the teenager, as he only had one true friend and his parents had kicked him out of the house as soon as he turned of age, not caring for him one bit. But there was one person who cared. His name is Ashton Irwin... And he likes to write to the ghost living in his apartment. (I just miss writting letter type stuff) #149 in Paranormal

Luke Hemmings had been neighbors with Michael Clifford for as long as he could remember. Playing outside in the warm California air, having late night conversations through their windows that were right across from one another. It was everything a child could want at the age of 11. Michael had been traveling the country with his family for the past five years for his fathers business. The Clifford's still owned the house right next door to the Hemmings. Now both boys being 16. Michael's parents wanting him to finish up high school in the city he grew up in. You could say when Luke found out he was ecstatic. Finally getting see that his best friend Michael Clifford was moving back. Little did he know he was in for a big surprise. [vaguely based off the book Lola and the boy next door by Stephanie Perkins. ]

❝Want anything else, cupcake? A blowy, a handjöb, you can even touch the butt.❞ ↠ Or where Luke goes to a bakery every Friday and Michael has an obsession for calling him cupcake. UNDER CONSTRUCTION © All Rights Reserved

"What are you still doing awake?" Luke asks, nose still scrunched up, but eyes finally open halfway. He looks soft and rumpled, like a kitten or something. "You're not smoking, are you?" "'Course not," Michael drops the cigarette from the window subtly and smiles.

Where Luke likes to text Michael things he wouldn't say out loud.