Unexpected (Michael Clifford)
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  • Reads 247
  • Votes 17
  • Parts 2
  • Time 5m
Ongoing, First published Jul 31, 2014
I dont really know what it was that drew me to Michael; it could of been the fact that he mostly kept to himself, oblivious to what was happening around him during third period where he would constantly scribble in his worn out notebook that he seemed to carry everywhere he went. Or it could of been the fact that he was everything my parents would dissaprove of. He was what they called "A lost hope", someone who had such big dreams for themself, dreams that wernt realistic. I think thats what I loved most about him, the fact that he didnt seem to care about what others thought, or most importantly about what others thought he couldnt do. But I think it was the fact that he was everything I wanted to be; spontanious, free willed, happy. That was sometning I struggled with. Having to keep up this good girl image that my parents wanted me to be, that they raised me to be. When all I wanted to do was just me- the real me.
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the story of a boy and a girl who rely on each other to keep one another alive emotionally and physically. // "It wasn't just a kiss, Lila," I say, cutting her off, not wanting her to think that I view it that way at all. I've known that from the second I walked away from her and how angry I was that I was feeling something so drastic as a result. My heart was racing immensely and it infuriated me. I was so fucking pissed that I acted on impulse and kissed the girl. Lila doesn't say anything, handing over the floor to me in order for me to give my side of the story. After all, I've hardly given her an explanation regarding it and she deserves that at the very least. "I've been wanting to do it again ever since that night," I admit to her, a breath leaving my lips. "I've held back every urge every time you've challenged me, every time you've looked at me a certain way, every time you smiled a bit wider whenever you saw me, every time you-" She cuts me off immediately, as if in fear of where this conversation is heading, "You're my lieutenant." I don't hesitate in response, "What if I want to be more than that?"