Pull Me In (Michael Clifford fanfic)

"Really now," Michael laughed quietly. He laid down next to me, one arm under his head, the other holding his cigarette. "Little miss America wants to be friends with me? A pierced, tattooed, smoking addict? Princess, I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into." I couldn't help but smirk before reaching out and plucking the cigarette from his finger tips. I took a drag, and noticed with satisfaction that this time i could hold it in with out feeling the urge to throw up. "Try me."