“So get the fuck back, I said I’m
stealing rock back, so take off with your snapback before you get knocked
flat!!!” -Little Violence, Waterparks
(In case you couldn’t tell I LOVE the band
waterparks so go check them out!)
Sorry this took so long Anon!! I hope you
like it! Also this is basically the last of my list for requests, so send me
some things!! PLEASE!!
“Excuse me?!” You screamed.
“You’re just a pathetic bitch Y/n and
everyone knows it!” Your archnemesis Christina said, a smug smirk on her
face. Funny how just a few years ago she used to be your best friend. And
now…well know you were punching that grin right off her face.
Christina screamed, grabbing her jaw, and
lunging after you. You both were a mess of punches, kicks, hair pulling, and
screaming. Right in the middle of the school hallway. Soon the crowd around you
both doubled, everyone cheering on the girl fight. You had the advantage,
finally knocking her down to the floor. You climbed on top of her and started
punching, and punching, and punching. By now all you could see was red. Your
anger turning everything you saw a deep red.
The bitch thing was the last straw. On an
ordinary basis you could care less, and often embraced the nickname of bitch.
But you and Christina had deep history. You both were childhood best friends,
attached at the hip and doing literally everything together. Then things
changed. She got into a different crowd, and so did you. She got into lip gloss
and terrorizing people, you found music and met Michael, who you were convinced
was the love of your life. It helped that he played music too, even was part of
a band, still in their youtube cover days of course.
You both tried to maintain a relationship,
but eventually it became clear you both were too different. Eventually you both
quit speaking to each other, ignoring and avoiding the other. Then somehow you
both began to hate the other. You hated the way she would treat people, and
often told her off for it, practically all the time. She hated how you stood up
to her, believing in her twisted head she was above everything. She did
everything in her power to make your life a living hell, constant pranks,
public embarrassments, at one point getting you detention for a whole month.
You finally snapped when she made it seem
like everything that went down between you both was completely your fault. Then
she called you a bitch, and well that’s how you ended up here…
Even when you heard the sound of some
teacher’s whistle and felt arms around your waist, pulling you off of
Christina, you didn’t stop swinging.
“Y/n!! Y/n!! Hey!! HEY!!” Michael
said, putting your arms at your side. “It’s me! Don’t hit me!”
“Michael?” You asked, the red haze
beginning to fade, your boyfriend’s face coming clear in front of you.
“Ya….I….ugh….Christina-” You said
turning towards her, reading to lunge at her again
“Ya I know. Hey it’s ok. Calm down. But
are you sure you’re okay? You’re bruised like crazy and your cheek is
bleeding…” Michael said, pulling you back.
“Really?” You said, pulling your
hand to your face. Sure enough there was blood. Funny, since you didn’t feel
anything, at least not yet. You weren’t looking forward to when the adrenaline
“Although I guess I should be lucky I
have you as my girlfriend, because Christina over there is far worse…”
You turned to follow his gaze, seeing your
former best friend with a busted lip and a black eye already forming. The
school nurse was helping her up, since she was clearly in a lot of pain. You
almost felt bad, then she saw you staring and flipped you off. That bitch
deserved everything she got.
“That bitch. Ugh! I could hit her
“Hey…Y/n…look at me…” Michael said,
pulling you towards him so you looked at him. “Calm down ok?”
“How do you expect me to calm down?! Did
you see what she did?!”
“Yes I saw it all, but the principle is
already coming over here and you need to be calm enough to explain yourself,
not get so much time suspended ya?”
“Ya, but my heart is pounding so hard
its gonna fly right out of my chest, and I’m so angry I could-”
Whatever you were going to say was lost from
your mind as he kissed you. One of those kisses that made your head blank,
solely focused on nothing but his lips against yours, the love he had for you
shown in every motion. When you both finally pulled apart, the principle had
just reached you.
“My office, NOW!” Principle Myers
yelled, face full of rage as they glared at you.
“Wait for me?” You asked Michael.
“Of course. Meet me by my car.” He
said, giving you a thumbs up.
You rolled your eyes as you follwed Principle
Myers down the hall, wondering just how you were going to expalin yourself.
The meeting wasn’t too bad, it could have
been far worse. The principle was pissed, and had little sympathy for you, but
you walked out with only a week of detention so you guessed you should be
greatful. Guess it helps you were never in much trouble before.
You walked out of the building scanning the
parkinglot for Michael. Luckily for you, he pulled up right in front of you.
You jumped in the passenger seat.
“So? How did it go?”
“Well, only got a week of detention so
there’s that. However my parent’s are going to be pissed…I wonder if they’ve
been called yet…”
“They proably won’t until they get
Christina’s side of the story…so for now you’re off the hook”
“Ya until I get home”
“Well then let’s not take you home”
“Just for a couple hours more. Come on
it’ll just be me and you…and the beach…how does that sound?”
“The nice warm sand, you and me….not
having a care and my parents can’t reach me…..that sounds like paradise…”
“Well then, let’s go!” He laughed
as he drove away from all your problems.
“I’m not perfect, but I swear I’ll be perfect for you.”
I take Vivian’s hand in my own, swinging them as we head towards the others. We both pay for a game of skee-ball, and start to play. At first i’m distracted by what just happened; Vivian confronting me about talking to her parents, actually talking to her parents, and then her getting drunk. It truly made me feel like shit when she turned to alcohol instead of turning to me, or even her family.
I felt like it was necessary to talk to her mum about it, seeing as she’d gone through the same thing, but worse. Talking to her mother made me realize that Vivian doesn’t know how much people do love her, and that just irks me. She deserves to know just how much she is loved by everyone around her.
I fix my gaze on her, watching as she sticks her tongue out in concentration, trying to aim her ball strategically. I can’t help but smile at her, not realizing that I’m staring. She glances over at me, then turns fully.
“What?” She questions, her eyebrows furrowed, insecurity filling her eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” I reply, grinning.
Her face contorts to shock, “Thank you?” She says, as more of a question.
“Of course,” I whisper, leaning down, and kissing the top of her head. Her eyes flutter closed, so I allow mine to close too. Taking in a breathe, my smile grows, and all I feel is pure happiness at the moment.
“Hey, lovebirds! We’re going to play laser tag, are you coming or what?” Julian calls to us, from across the arcade.
I look down at Vivian, raising an eyebrow.
“Lets go,” she says smiling shyly up at me.
I take her hand again, and pull her towards the huge sign, where the others stand in a group.
“So, there’s seven of us, if we want even teams we need one more person,” Ashton announces, standing next to Alex, who stands next to me.
I spot a girl with short, raven black hair with glasses walking around looking bored, I nudge Vivian, and point to her. She nods, and lets go of my hand, walking up to her.
They talk for a moment before the two of them walk towards us, Vivian grinning, and the girl looking slightly nervous.
“Everyone, this is Andy, she’s gonna join us for laser tag!” Vivian announces.
Everyone greets her, and I say, “Thanks for making our teams even.”
“Anything to get away from my horrible step-siblings,” she replies, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Okay, everyone get into two groups of four!” Ashton says, instantly grabbing onto Alex.
I take Vivian’s hand again, and she invites Andy to join our group. Calum and Julian stand next to Ashton and Alex, so Michael saunters over to our group, making it even.
The worker explains the rules to us, and takes us into the room where the vests and guns are.
“We get red!” Michael announces, winking at Vivian, and I roll my eyes.
“Because we both have red hair,” Michael explains to me, picking up a strand of Vivian’s hair.
“I know that, dumbass,” I smack his hand away from Vivian, “Hands off, she’s mine.”
“I know that, dumbass,” Michael replies, walking over to Andy, who’s having troubles doing up the straps on her vest. He easily does it up for her, and I notice her cheeks turning pink, even under the UV lighting.
I look over at Vivian who’s also blushing, “What?”I question, smiling at how cute she looks.
“You just called me yours,” she mumbles, looking down so I can’t tell what expression she has.
“Oh, um,” I think back on when I asked her to be my girlfriend, and she said no, “I’m sorry, I-i didn’t think about wha–” I start to ramble, but she looks up, shaking her head.
“No! I liked it,” she stares at me intently, “I think I’m ready for that step.” She says it so quiet that I almost don’t hear it.
“Really?” I ask quickly, my eyes widening.
She nods, and leans up on her toes to kiss my cheek, “I like the idea of being yours.”
I look down into her gorgeous emerald eyes, “So you’ll be my girlfriend?”
She nods again, biting on her bottom lip. A huge grin forms on my lips, and I lean down, cupping her jaw with my empty hand. I place my lips on her, and kiss her with the most passion I’ve ever kissed anyone with. We pull apart from each other moments later, completely breathless.
I almost whisper the three words I’ve been dying to say to her, but decide that now isn’t the perfect moment to. Ashton calls out our name, and I realize that we’re the only people not wearing our vests. I grab Vivian’s hand after adjusting the straps on my vest, and lead her to the course.
“You’ll have 20 minutes, whoever gets the most hits wins, the clock starts now!” The worker announces, and everyone immediately starts to run for cover. Still holding Vivian’s hand, I run towards the ramp that leads to the upper portion of the course. I see Calum’s back, and try to shoot at him, but the speakers on my vest say “both hands on gun” I sigh, and reluctantly let go of Vivian, instantly missing her touch. I quickly shoot at Calum, then run behind a wall, pulling Vivian with me, so he can’t see that it was me who shot him.
Footsteps approach us, so I hold my gun up pointing in the direction they’re coming from. Michael and Andy appear, and their eyes widen. I immediately lower my gun, which was a bad idea. Out of no where, my vest lights up, making a noise I assume is for when you’re hit and deactivated. I look over and see Vivian’s vest do the same thing.
“Fuck,” I curse, and Vivian elbows me with wide eyes.
From the corner of my eye I see Calum, and try to shoot at him, forgetting that I’m deactivated.
“NOOOOOO!” Michael screams when he see’s Calum aiming at Andy. Michael jumps in front of her, getting hit instead of her. As he’s jumping, he aims his gun for Calum hitting him in the chest. Both boys are deactivated at the same time, groans emitting from both of their mouths.
I start to chuckle at how ridiculous Michael looks, lying on the ground in front of Andy, holding his arm that he landed on. Vivian holds her hand up to mouth, trying to muffle her own laughter. I notice Calum’s vest lighting up, and aim at him, deactivating him once again.
“Oh man!” He exclaims, along with a colorful stream of curses, as he runs away, disappearing out of sight.
“You good?” I ask Michael, reaching out my hand to help him up.
He nods, and brushes off the nonexistent lint on his shoulders. I see Andy looking at him with red cheeks, and grin down at Vivian.
“Let’s spit up, that way we won’t all be hit at the same time. And no more superman moves, okay?” I say to Michael, and he rolls his eyes.
“Good, now lets go,” I peek out of the side of the wall, and make sure that no one is coming, before I take Vivian’s hand and lead her away from Michael and Andy.
“Luke!” Vivian whisper shouts, tugging on my arm, and pointing down the the lower portion of the course, where I see two silhouettes closer to each other than normal people should be.
“Is that…..?” I ask, not believing my eyes.
“Alex and Ashton!” She whispers, still tugging on my arm.
I look down at the happiness in her face, and immediately feel a grin forming on my lips. I lean down, and surprise her by placing my lips onto hers. She reacts almost instantly, leaning towards me, placing a hand on my neck, and pulling me down closer to her.
I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her in closer to me, kissing her harder and harder by the second. I don’t even register the sound of my vest being deactivated as someone hits me from behind. Vivian doesn’t notice either, and continues to kiss me too. I feel her teeth tugging on my bottom lip, and feel a moan vibrate deep in my throat. I turn the two of us around, and push Vivian against a wall, roaming her mouth with my tongue, an intense feeling forming in my stomach. She starts to toy with my lip ring, and that feeling starts to spread.
“Dude, really? Come on, that’s my sister!” Julian’s voice yells from a few feet away.
Vivian and I immediately spring apart, and I feel my cheeks turn deep red.
Thank god this vest is extra long.
“Err…” Is all I can say, holding my gun below my stomach for extra coverage.
“Put it away man, this is a family place!” He says with a disgusted look on his face, then shoots both of us, deactivating us, before running towards where Andy and Michael were.
I look away from Vivian, feeling completely and utterly embarrassed that this happened.
“Come on, I think I saw Calum running around below,” Vivian whispers, staring up at me sheepishly. She grabs onto my hand, leading me away from the most embarrassing moment of my life.
After spending over five hours at the Arcade, we all decide that it’s about time to head back home. As we head towards our cars, I lead Vivian away from everyone, and lean against a light pole, trying to look relaxed when I’m extremely nervous.
She looks up at me with a hint of curiosity in her eyes, “What?”
“I was um, wondering if you’d want to come over tonight, to watch a movie or something?” I ask, scratching the back of my neck.
She smiles and nods, “Sure, I’ll head over after saying hi to my aunt and mom, alright?”
“Perfect,” I whisper, and smile down at her.
She leans up and places a quick kiss on my cheek, “See you then.” Just as she turns to walk away I grab her arm and pull her back towards me, planting my lips on hers quickly. The kiss is short and sweet, leaving a smile on my lips, and a hint of pink on Vivian’s cheeks.
We both get into our separate cars, me leaning on the window, staring at her gorgeous strawberry blonde hair as she turns around to talk to Alex, no doubt talking about what we saw her and Ashton doing.
“So, you and Alex?” I ask, Ashton him noticeably jumping in shock.
“W-what do you mean?” he says, trying to be nonchalant.
“Oh come on, there was no doubt that you were snogging the whole time,” Calum scoffs.
“Well, I heard Julian saying something about Luke getting a hard-on while Vivian was up against a wall. I mean come on man, were you seriously gonna do it with her in an arcade?!” Ashton starts ranting.
“I-I wasn’t, h-he was, I wouldn’t!” I sputter, my cheeks feeling as if they’re on fire.
They all start cracking up, and I hide my face in my hands.
“And Mike, what was with you and Andy? I hit you each like ten times because you were just talking,” Calum says, turning around in the front seat to look at Michael.
“I don’t know man, talking to her just made me forget everything, it was crazy,” He shrugs.
I silently thank Calum for changing the topic away from me. We arrive at my house after a few more minutes torturous of Ashton changing the topic from him and Alex, to me and Vivian. I get out of the car, flipping them off as I walk to the front door.
“Mum?” I call out, wondering if she’s still grading homework. I find my answer in the kitchen, with papers spread out across the entire table. She’s leaning on her hand, her eyes closed, a pen still in her hand.
“Hey,” I whisper, taking the pen from her hand, “Mum.”
Her eyes flutter open slightly, and she truly looks exhausted, “Oh, hi Luke. How was the arcade?”
“It was fine. You need to go to bed, I’ll help you finish this tomorrow before our show, okay?” I whisper, helping up from her chair.
“Okay,” she nods, her eyes closing again momentarily. I lead her up to her room, and help her get into her bed, still in her clothes from work.
I pull the blanket to her chin, “Goodnight, mum,” I whisper, turning off her lamp, and starting to head for the door.
I’m halfway out the door before I remember, “Oh mum? Is it alright if Vivian comes over and watches a movie tonight?”
I see her nod slightly, “Sure, Luke.”
“Thanks, love you.”
“Love you too, Luke.”
Laughing to myself, I hurry downstairs and tidy everything up, before grabbing a blanket from the closet and putting it on the couch, just in case Vivian gets cold. I put some popcorn in the microwave, then head over to my selection of movies, picking out a few I know Vivian loves. Just as I lay them out on the coffee table, I hear a soft tapping on the front door. Molly starts to bark, but I pick her up to silence her, making sure that she doesn’t wake mum up.
I open the door and Molly instantly starts barking again. I roll my eyes and hand her over to Vivian, who takes her willingly. Molly licks her face a little, before Vivian puts her down, and she trots away happily.
“Hey,” I say, smiling down at her.
“Hey,” she replies, staring up at me intently.
“Come in, there’s popcorn in the microwave, and I picked out some of your favorite movies to watch,” I take her hand, and lead her into the living room, and show her the collection of movies. Automatically she reaches for Big Hero 6, one of the movies I took her to on our first few dates.
“I knew you’d pick that one,” I comment, a lazy smile forming on my lips.
“It’s my favorite,” she shrugs, grinning up at me.
“I know,” I whisper, and lean down to kiss her, but the microwave timer goes off before I can. I sigh, and peck her lips quickly, before heading into the kitchen and emptying the popcorn into a bowl, and put another bag in the microwave to cook.
“You’re making two bags?” Vivain asks when I return to the living room, where she sits on the couch, reaching up to take the bowl from me.
I raise my eyebrows at her, as she starts to eat the popcorn, even before the movie is even in the dvd player.
“Oh,” she says, her cheeks turning pink, and she sets the bowl down. I kiss her on the cheek before walking over to put the movie in, and get it started. Just as I finish the microwave timer goes off again. I take the bowl from Vivian–who had it in her lap again–and take it into the kitchen, to put the rest of the popcorn in it. Once that’s finished, I grab the bag of chocolate that I was hiding in the cupboard, and take both of them back out to the living room, where Vivian lights up when she see’s the chocolate in my hands.
“You always bring me my favorite things,” she comments, taking the M&M’s, opening them easily, and popping a small handful into her mouth.
“Your favorite things being food?” I question, sitting down next to her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.
“Not just food,” she shakes her head, and I smirk down at her, “you brought me Molly just barely.”
My mouth drops open, and I retract my hand from her shoulders, pulling the popcorn from off her lap onto mine.
“Luke, I’m just kidding!” She rolls her eyes, tugging on my arm.
“No, you just like me for my food and pets,” I say, faking being mad at her.
“Well, I like your mom and the guys too,” she says, a small smirk on her lips. I narrow my eyes at her, and set the popcorn down on the coffee table. I take the M&M’s from Vivian’s hands and set them next to the popcorn, noticing Vivian’s eyes widen slightly.
“Do you like the guys better than me?” I question while moving slowly towards her.
“N-no!” She sputters, and I know that my plan is working.
“Are you sure? Are you sure they can’t make you blush like I can? Are you sure they can’t make you nervous like I can?” I ask, only inches away from her.
She shakes her head, but doesn’t say anything. I look straight into her eyes, “Are you sure they can’t take control like I can? Kiss you like I can?” I whisper now, leaning towards her, causing her to lean away. I trail soft kisses from her jaw to her ear, earning a quiet noise to emit from her lips.
“Are you sure they can’t make you moan like I can?” I whisper into her ear, and tug on her earlobe, before pulling away from her completely, just to take in the look of her. Her eyes are closed, and her cheeks are completely flushed. She’s still leaning her head away to show me her neck, and her chest is rising and falling quicker than usual.
Oh, god, I love that I have this affect on her.
Her eyes open slowly, and she stares at me with more lust, want, and desire than I’ve ever seen her look at me with, “Yes.”
I must look somewhat confused, because she leans towards me, “I’m positive that they can’t make me moan like you can.”
My eyes widen, and I feel that same intense feeling spreading in my stomach as I felt earlier. Vivian’s biting on her lip, and the look in her eyes cause me to go insane.
“Oh, fuck it,” I mutter, then lean forward and crash my lips onto hers.
She immediately kisses back, skipping biting on my lip, by shoving her tongue into my mouth. I moan into her mouth, not feeling the slightest bit embarrassed. Without knowing that I’m doing it, I pull Vivian onto my lap, moaning even more when she brushes against my crotch. I shove my hand into her hair, leaning her even closer to me, so I can kiss her harder. She moves slightly, causing her to rub against me again, and I moan again, even louder than before.
I immediately pull away from her, trying to cover my bulge, “I’m sorry.”
“No, Luke, it’s fine,” she starts to say, and I see her cheeks are even redder than before.
“No, I took it too far, I’m sorry,” I shake my head, looking away quickly, feeling utterly embarrassed.
She grabs my face and leans it so I’m facing her, “It’s okay, you don’t need to be embarrassed, it’s a natural thing.”
I nod, nibbling on my lip nervously. Vivian slides off my lap, and I stand up immediately, “I’m going to er… take care of this,” I mumbled, not daring to look at her.
I hurry to the bathroom, and take care of it, before changing into some more comfortable pants, and return to the living room, still feeling embarrassed.
Vivian notices me and smiles, as if nothing happened. She pats the spot next to her, holding the popcorn and chocolate in her lap. I sit down, leaving a few inches between us.
Vivian sighs and rolls her eyes, “Get over it, you got turned on while we were making out, I did too, it’s completely normal. Now come and cuddle with me.” She looks at me expectantly.
My cheeks heat up, but a small smile forms on my lips, and I scoot closer to her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. She sighs, and lays her head on my chest, shoving more popcorn and chocolate in her mouth. I press a kiss on her temple before taking some popcorn for myself.
We watch two more movies after Big Hero 6, sometimes talking about random things, and sometimes dozing off slightly. Halfway through Up I hear soft snoring, and look down at Vivian, to see her adorably sleeping on my chest, her mouth slightly open. I pull the blanket over her more, and kiss her forehead, my own eyes closing.
“I love you,” I whisper a softly, before falling asleep as well.
We wake up the next morning by the sound of pounding on the front door. I sit up, feeling disoriented. I look down to see Vivian soundly sleeping, leaning her head on the arm of the couch. I take the blanket off me, carefully get off the couch, and open the door, yawning as I do. Ashton rushes through the door, yelling as he does.
“Seriously man? I tried calling you a thousand fucking times and you wouldn’t ficking pick up at all! Did you two fuck so hard that you both went into a coma?” He looks livid, so I take a step back.
“No! Jesus Christ, Ashton, really? What time even is it?” I ask, trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes.
“Nearly two o’clock! We’re supposed to be to sound check at three, and it’s a two hour drive there, hurry the fuck up and get ready!” Ashton shouts, walking into the kitchen, most likely to get something to eat–he gets super ornery when he hasn’t eaten breakfast.
“What’s going on?” Vivian asks, sitting up, her hair all over the place. Her eyes are still halfway closed, so she looks extremely adorable.
“We slept it, and Ashton’s hungry,” I explain.
She nods, “That explains the shouting.”
I walk over to her, and give her a quick hug, “We gotta head now, I’ll see you backstage later, okay? We’re planning something special for this show.”
She looks shocked, and curious, but nods, and leans up to kiss me. We’ve barely just got our lips on each others before Ashton emerges from the kitchen with two sandwiches in his hands, “You have all the time in the world for that, but we’re already running out of time, so get going!” He shouts, and claps his hands together, looking ridiculous, yet terrifying.
I run upstairs grabbing all the things I’ll need, and shoving them into a backpack I’ve been using for shows. I look around my room to make sure that I have everything, before running downstairs, to see the guys eating the rest of the popcorn and M&M’s while waiting for me.
“Where’d Viv go?” I question, slipping on my shoes.
“Got a call from Julian and went back to her aunt’s, I don’t know what it was about, but it sounded important,” Calum answers.
“Is she okay? Did she look stressed or nervous or scared?” I question quickly, hoping that she’s okay.
“Yeah she’s fine, she just looked a little confused and shocked, I’m sure it’s nothing bad,” Calum claps me on the back, and we all head out to the van. Once we’re in our seats, we all plug in our headphones and start to listen to music. One of my favorite songs of all time plays first.
“There’s a shop down the street,
where they sell plastic rings,
for a quarter a piece, I swear it.
Yeah, I know that it’s cheap,
not like gold in your dreams,
but I hope that you’ll still wear it.”
Nervousness spreads throughout me when I start to think of the thing we have planned for the show. We haven’t ever done anything like this before, so I don’t know how it’ll turn out.
I spend the whole two hours worrying about how I could mess everything. Somehow we get through our soundcheck. I’m standing in our dressing room, freaking out. Michael comes up to me holding a camera, “How do you feel, Lucas Hemmings?”
I look into the camera then run my hands through my hair and look away. I roll my eyes at him calling me the wrong name, “What are you doing Michael?”
“Documenting history. Vivian’s gonna want to see how nerve wracked you were before your special performance.” Michael smirks, shoving the camera into my face, most likely so it can get a clear shot of how sweaty I am.
“Oh fuck off Michael, I’m nervous enough for this as it is,” I shove the camera away, walking out of the room, towards the bathroom. I lean over a sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. There are dark bags under my eyes, and my cheeks are flushed. I run some water, and splash it onto my face, right as I hear the bathroom door opening.
I dry my face and look over to see who it is. Julian stands a few feet away from me, leaning against a wall. I swallow and try to stand up straighter, but he still looms over me.
“Ashton told me that you were nervous about tonight,” he states.
I scoff, “Nervous is an understatement.”
Julian smiles slightly, then gets serious, “Why are you nervous?”
“There’s tons of reasons! I could mess up, forget the words, forget the chords, just completely go blank, I could be making a mistake by even doing this! What if she doesn’t feel the same?” I ramble on feeling even more nervous than before.
“Have you ever messed, forgotten a lyric, or a chord, or have gone blank, and the whole show stopped because of it?” He asks, staring at me seriously.
“Has Vivian ever showed you any signs that she didn’t feel the same way?”
I shake my head, “No.”
“Then you’re going to be fine. Even if you do mess up, there’s so much going on at that moment, that I doubt very many people will notice, and if they do, they won’t boo you, they’ll get over it, just like you will. It’s only human to make mistakes, Luke. It’s gonna be fine.”
I relax from his words, feeling like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders, but some of that weight is still there.
“What about Vivian?”
Julian smiles at this, and wraps an arm around my shoulders, “She’ll probably be utterly embarrassed about it at first,” my eyes go wide, “but once she gets over the shock, she’ll be ecstatic that you’re actually doing that for her, especially now that you guys are getting a lot more people coming to your shows.”
I smile, now feeling completely better, “You don’t think it’s too cheesy?”
“Oh, god, of course it is!” He laughs, “But she’ll love it, I promise.”
“I hope so,” I sigh.
“She will,” he says earnestly, then turns an almost scary kind of serious, “And Luke, if you hurt her, I will hurt you ten times worse.”
I nod at him with a small grin, “You won’t need to.”
His intimidating look diminishes, “I know.”
The guys suddenly surround me, shouting that it’s almost time to go on. Julian disappears, and the four of us huddle up.
“Let’s go out there and kick some ass!” Michael shouts, and I laugh, but go along with it.
“Be ready Luke, right after Everything I Want,” Ashton says, looking serious.
“I will be,” I answer, knowing that it’s the truth.
Last chapter in Luke’s POV! What do you guys think?
Personally I loved it, for so many reasons. Mostly bc of the cliffhanger/foreshadowing/whatever you call it of what Luke’s going to do in the show, but also bc of Alex/Ashton finally kissing (waiting for it was killing me) I love the two of them together!
Did you guys catch on to the character I introduced/reintroduced you to? I have big plans for that character ;)
It took me forever to decide if I should use Endlessly by The Cab, or Stolen by Dashboard Confessional for this chapter, but I ended up chosing Endlessly bc it’s so cute, and because Hailee Steinfeld is in it, and I adore her. Don’t get me wrong, Stolen is an amazing song and I love DC, it was so hard trying to decide what song to pick, so go listen to Stolen please bc it totally goes with this one too!
Please, give it some notes if you enjoyed this chapter!
I know it took forever to post, but I wanted to make it extra special, and extra long (it’s almost 3x as long as what I usually do), and I’m super busy with school and family and all that crap, so I have an excuse!
Until next time, which will be the last chapter of this fic! *crying emoji*
Got this request awhile back, now finally
have a Michael imagine!!! To the anon who requested this: hope you like it! This picture is so amazing btw…….mohawk and a lion tattoo hahaha
“An’ I don’t give a damn ‘bout my bad reputation.
Oh no….not me…” -Bad Reputation, Joan Jett
“Does the bitch EVER shut up??” Y/n
whispered to her friend sitting beside her. After which her friend laughed, as
did the people around them that heard her as well.
“Now do tell me, what is so funny?”
The bitch asked, looking directly at Y/n. No matter what was going on, if there
was some type of trouble Y/n was usually blamed. Can’t really blame them
Y/n wasn’t known as the teacher pet, rather
the opposite. Always clad in band tees and combat boots, she didn’t exactly
give off a “friendly” vibe. Y/n wasn’t exactly picking a fight with
everyone either, but it wasn’t uncommon for most people to be afraid of her.
Even teachers. Well that excludes “the bitch” of course, aka Mrs.
Johnson, one of the most hated teachers at the school who happened to loathe
“Well Ms. Y/n? Do share” The bitch
said, giving her pathetic fake smile.
“I don’t know” Y/n shrugged, giving
her a blank stare.
“Well then…seeing as our time is
wasted…” the bitch gave Y/n a stare, “I will expect a full report
tomorrow on today’s chapter. Four pages, single spaced.”
“Seriously? We have other classes you
know” Y/n yelled, others murmuring in agreement.
“Is there a problem Y/n?”
“Uh ya. That’s a completely ridiculous
assignment! And to give us only one night?”
“I think it’s perfectly fair. But if you
think it’s not enough, perhaps a quiz tomorrow?” Giving Y/n that smile,
then turning to walk to her desk.
“Bitch…” Y/n scoffed.
“Excuse me?” Mrs. Johnson yelled,
face full of rage.
Y/n just laughed and held up both middle
fingers and stuck out her tongue out.
“Detention!” Mrs. Johnson
“Gladly” Y/n gave her a big grin
then walked towards the room where detention is held, not far from where she
was at actually.
She stopped by the soda machine on the way,
and paid for two Gatorades. She walked into the room, where only two other
students were present.
“Hey William” Y/n said to the
teacher responsible for monitoring the detentions today. He was here most days,
and since Y/n was frequently in detention she knew him pretty well.
“It’s Mr. Hudson Y/n. Thanks for the
drink though” William said, smiling.
“Oh come on Will, that’s so…formal”
Y/n said laughing and taking her usual seat. That’s when she noticed someone
was occupying the seat next to her.
It was Michael Clifford, someone she knew of,
quite well, but never got the opportunity to meet. Like her, he was seen a sort
of rebel, constantly pissing off teachers by playing the guitar in class, or
even one time bringing his laptop to play Minecraft during math. Ironically
they both were constantly in detention but never at the same time. And damn…was
he good looking.
“You know Will here on a first name
basis?” Michael said, grinning at her.
“Perhaps. Seems you do as well.”
“Perhaps…so Y/n right?” She nodded.
“Well Y/n…what is it you did this time?”
“Hmmm….well quite the story. You first
though. Let me guess, killer guitar solo in biology?”
He laughed, shaking his head. “No, I’m
not allowed to bring my guitar to my classes now. And I love that thing to much
to have taken from me.”
“So what did you do?”
“I spray painted lyrics on the side of
“And little did he know that he would
find his voice in verse and chorus, making wishes on his broken stereo…”
“All Time Low? So long soldier right?
Nice…” Y/n laughed.
“Yes it is, and thank you, I’m quite
proud. Your turn”
“Hmmm….well the bitch assigned another
ridiculous assignment, I called her out, called her a bitch, then flipped her
off…and that’s how I ended up here”
“Wow. You are talking about Mrs. Johnson
“Yup. What other bitch is there?”
They both laughed.
“How is it we never met before?”
Michael asked her, giving her a curious look.
“I don’t know…” Y/n said looking
“I don’t think I’ve met anyone like you
“No? Should I take that as a
“I like you…how about we go out some
“On?” Michael laughed a bit
nervously, moving a hand through his blonde hair.
“Promise to play me a song?”
“If it means dinner and movie, sure why
not. So pick you up tomorrow? 6 work for you?”
“That sounds great”
Just then the bell rang, signaling the period
was over, as was detention.
Y/n stood up out of her chair.
“See you later then” She said,
giving Michael a wink.
“Bye William, I’m sure I’ll be
back” Y/n said as she walked out of the room, leaving Michael in utter
disbelief, but incredibly excited for tomorrow.
Author’s note: Trying to get all the requests up. Been a
little busy lately but expect quite a few imagines up this week and the next.
Luckily for me uni doesn’t pick up again until the 16th! So I have a
bit of time on my hands lol. Hope you guys liked it. As always, like, reblog,
comment, request, or just bug me. Whatever you want. I love to hear from you
guys. Thanks for reading!! -Lydia
AU: You play Lydia Martin, a banshee on the MTV show Teen Wolf. When asked who his celebrity crush is, Michael doesnt hesitate by saying your name- seeing he is a big fan of the show; mainly just so he can look at you.
((cred to gif owners and onnie for helpin me out!!!))
"Brighter Than the Sun" - Michael Clifford Family Blurb
"Okay….it’s on, my love,” you whispered warmly to your husband, Michael. Only making a small chirp of recognition, he peeked up at the camcorder in your hands with a smile brighter than the sun. Your 2 week old daughter was wrapped safely in his arms as he cradled her on this rainy night.
“Hiya, baby. I’m uh…” He paused to help move your baby’s head to rest on his chest when she began to wriggle a bit too much. “I’m here with little Lydia Clifford, our little pup,” he giggled nervously and only lifted his gaze to the camera for a few seconds before glueing it back to Lydia. So protective and watchful.
"Babe, she’s human.” You teased with a furious blush. “Not canine.”
“But she’s warm and soft and fuzzy like a puppy, aren’t you?” Michael cooed as he stroked her peach fuzz head. Lydia had soft, thin hair like Michael and your lips. Her big green eyes went wide as he nuzzled her chest and attacked it with feather light kisses, making her look just like her father. Your heart thumped hard.
She squealed at a decibel high enough to only be heard by dogs (hey, maybe she was part canine after all), hands jerking to Michael’s hair and grasping tightly. “I love you my sunshine. My ray of sunshine…” Michael said to your girl, lifting her to give her Eskimo kisses.
“Her giggle is identical to yours, sweetheart,” Michael beamed at you with the strongest love you’ve ever seen.
“We’re your girls, honey.” You told him with a tilt of your head, zooming in on your family. Your perfect little family.
Michael stared at you with the stars in his eyes for a long moment as he rubbed Lydia’s feet, her gurgles filling the comfortable silence. The rain fell against the nursery window and you had everything you’d ever need. Michael and Lydia. Your future so bright.