AN: I’ve been wanting to write something about this song for so many years. I find it so fucking beautiful and underrated. Maybe listen to it when you read it? I feel like it could be the perfect soundtrack in a film, oh my god.
You and Michael had been best friends for the longest of time. Your personalities were so alike that it was like you shared one. There was nobody else who understood each of you like the other did. In fairytales, that’d make you destined for each other.
You’d spent yet another weekend with your bestie, doing the goofy stuff you’d always done - played video games, watched movies, walked the dog, pigged out on takeouts, the usual. Now it was Sunday afternoon and you were on the sofa which turned into a bed which was supposed to be guests, but being lazy assholes who loved your comforts, you guys always opened it up. You were binge watching some show on Netflix as you snuggled next to him. Your legs were tangled as he held your torso close to him. This was totally normal, you both always got up in each other’s personal space because you were both clingy as fuck and totally tolerated the other person.
Your mind was set on the show you were watching, but Michael’s was someplace else. He was concentrating on the beautiful soul he held in his arms, taking in your scent of your signature shampoo that lingered in your hair, noticing all the little details on your face and focusing on your expressions you bared as your attention sat with the TV. Everything about you was perfect, so perfect that it was as if a world famous artist had created the beauty that sat before Michael.
You’re the best of friends. You share your secrets. You know everything that was on his mind; all except one thing, that is… your best friend was truly and utterly besotted with you. He was scared to admit it, but heck, maybe… just maybe… he loved you. But what he was certain on is that he really did have feelings for you. Whenever you were near, he had strong and prominent desire to never let you go.
It had been going on for long enough; too long maybe. That’s when Michael began to internally converse with himself to decide what the fuck to do.
Why don’t you kiss her? Why don’t you tell her? Why don’t you let her see the feelings that you hide?
Don’t be so stupid, he thought. He was so afraid to make the first move. Terrified, even. Because one touch could immediately cross the line. But would that even be such a bad thing?
Would she just turn away? Or would she promise me that she’s here to stay?
Come on, Clifford, you dumbass, he mentally scolded. You can’t keep living like this. It’s been too long. You’re obviously not going to get over her that easily. If you don’t find out how she feels, you’ll never get over this. 'Cause she’ll never know if you never show the way you feel inside.
You looked up to pay the blonde beauty attention. Something about you looking so natural on a Sunday made you so beautiful. Of course, you were always beautiful in his eyes, but seeing the real you, the rawness of reality, it made his heart swell.
His tongue felt as if it had twisted, his stomach feeling knotted and a lump grew in his throat.
Say something, you fuckhead. Something, ANYTHING.
Instead of finding the words, Michael stared in your eyes, which were waiting with curiosity with what he had to say. That’s when he went into autopilot. He leaned towards you and captured your bubblegum lips with his slightly roughened ones. Taken back by what had just happened, you froze in a daze. Unsure of what was going on, but a feeling you had never felt before - especially towards your best friend - overtook your body, signalling for you to comply with the actions. You began to kiss back, which somewhat shocked Michael. He was beginning to think he had ruined it. Destroyed the friendship of a lifetime. But you had proven him wrong.
He pulled away but was too scared to look at you. He looked down to his lap. You weren’t sure why he was being so shy; it wasn’t normally his kind of behaviour around him. You lifted his chin to bring his minty green eyes to look at yours.
“Hey, where did that come from?” you asked, half giggling.
He let out an exasperated sigh.
“I like you, Y/N… I like you a lot. I have for the longest of time…. Being your friend is without a doubt the best thing that’s ever happened to me…. I’ve been blessed with some incredible opportunities in my life, but the single most incredible thing to have happened is you walk into my life…. I’ve harboured these feelings for some time, always too scared to tell you… but being your best friend has caused those feelings to strengthen to the point where I can’t hide it anymore….”
He looked down at your bewildered face.
You brought his face closer to yours, just an inch away from your lips.
“The only thing you should be sorry for is not telling me sooner.”
“I had no idea until you just kissed me, but every atom in my body danced around with passion and excitement. I guess I’ve had feelings, too, without even knowing. Had you told me sooner, we’d probably be steps ahead of where we are now,” you giggled.
A smile grew across his face with utter happiness. You closed the inch gap between your faces and pressed your lips against this, softly kissing him. There was a wave of euphoria that sparked around both of your bodies. He placed his hands on your face to control the kiss with more passion. Your fingers tangled in the silk of his hair, really letting your lips tell the story of the emotions that ran through your bloodstream.
As you finally pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours. His lips stretched upwards almost to his eyes with the ecstatic feelings he was feeling.
“Nice job tonight.” She chided, smacking his bare ass before grabbing his tee shirt across the floor.
He laughed while pulling on sweat pants and following her out into the kitchen.
It was fifteen till midnight and both were still basking in the afterglow. Michael took a seat at the counter watching as his fiancée pulling out bowls and ingredients in his old shirt and a pair of black underwear. He rested his chin in his hand admiring her.
“Pancakes or waffles?” She asked without turning around.
He was lost in his own thoughts, recounting the moment he realized he loved her. She was strutting around the dressing room, dancing with Calum and his girlfriend The three were jamming to All Star by Smashmouth. She turned to him and before he could resist, she pulled him out from his seat and was forced to dance. The smile on her face was enough to get him dancing. He knew then, he was in love. Flash forward to now, two years later, they’re engaged and living in his house.
“Babe?” She was snapping her fingers in front of his face.
He caught her hand and fiddled with her engagement ring. “I love you so much.” He sighed.
She giggled and pecked his lips. “I love you too.”
He pulled her back when she tried to leave. “No, like, I really love you.”
“And I really love you. Are you okay?” She looked a little concerned, holding his face between her hands.
“I just can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.” He smiled at her, pulling her into his lap.
“You know, in the beginning, I never thought it would be you.” She wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
“Yeah. You drove me crazy. I wanted to rip my hair out. It wasn’t until we slept together that I realized I just really wanted to see you naked.” She smiled teasingly at him.
“Yeah well it wasn’t hard for me to realized I wanted to see you naked.” He responded with his cheeky smirk. “It took Ashton a month to convince me to ask you out the first time.”
“And it took Luke another week to get me to accept.” She giggled again, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“And now look where we are.” He said holding up her left hand, staring at her ring.
“I think you love this ring more than I do.”
“I just like seeing it on you. It screams ‘I am not available.’” He beamed at her.
“Yeah, but I’ve been yours for years Clifford.” She kissed his cheek.
“And I’ve been yours for so much longer, Future Mrs. Clifford.”
GIF: Not mine PLOT:You faint when you are out with him. WORDS: 917
“Please, Y/N. Just for today.”
Luke bargained. I was feeling very under the weather today but Luke insisted I
go with him to the studio. “I don’t feel good, Luke.” I whined, taking a sip of
water. My head was pounding and all I wanted to do was sleep. “Please.” Luke
whispered. His blue eyes burned into my eyes, making me cave. “Fine.” I said.
He gave me a kiss and we headed to the car to drive to the studio. During the
drive I tried sleeping but my body was aching too much.
“Y/N!” The boys yelled, making me
flinch. I smiled anyway, I missed them. “Hey guys.” I said, giving them all
hugs. “What brings you here?” Ashton asked. “Luke asked me to come with.” I
said, following them to the sofa. We all plopped down. “He missed you a lot
when we were on tour.” Calum said. “I missed him too.” I said, Luke had only
gotten back from tour a week ago so it makes sense that he wants to take me
everywhere. “Do you guys want a soda?” Michael asked, walking to the mini
fridge. “Uh, can I have water?” I asked. My body was aching and I felt
lightheaded. “Sure.” Michael took it out and handed me the bottle of water.
His broad stature was almost overwhelming as it stood over your own. He was intimidating in general although it was now as if your anxiety skyrocketed.
It was odd to be intimidated by him though as you’d known him for years, just never had you witnessed him like this.
He’d always been Ashton, little old Ashton Irwin with the gleaming hazel eyes and the floppy curls; the boy who you spent years with, the one who became your best friend.
Yet as he stood over you he was no longer just that boy who was two years ahead. He was no longer the neighbor boy that you met because mom had invited him over for dinner; he was a man, a respectable, all too changed one.
He’d turned out to be what no one had ever expected, leaving the second he’d graduated for basic training, returning home six months later for a mere two weeks. But after a year away since that short visit, he’d finally returned home to Australia, being greatly missed by everyone in town.
“I- , um- I can’t believe you’re here,” you muttered, throwing the napkin from your lap onto the floor, jumping to your feet, “You weren’t supposed to be here until the end of the month-”
It still hadn’t processed; Ashton was in the flesh, standing in front of you, blue fatigues and all.
“I couldn’t miss this moment, I made you a promise that’d I’d be here to dance with you, and I am.”
You couldn’t help but to tear up at his words. He was truly unbelievable.
“Ashton, I don’t know what to say,” you managed to muffle through the tears, his eyes trained on my own.
“Don’t say anything, just accept my apology that I couldn’t be here sooner, and that I couldn’t really coordinate with your dress,” he shrugged, grasping onto my hand only to pull me away from the small circular table, “You look beautiful by the way, I didn’t expect you to clean up so well.”
“Irwin, shut up and hug me, you haven’t even been home for five minutes and you’re already harassing me,” you sighed, looking down to the tan boots on his feet.
“Are those steel toed?”
“Yes- but wh-”
“Good,” you smiled, slipping off my heels, placing the balls of your feet on the rather grimy fabric. Arms extended toward his waist, you rested your head on his chest, “I never realized how much I’d miss you until you were gone.”
“Aww, did you just admit to me that you missed my presence, my best friend missed me while I was overseas?” His tone reeked of mockery prompting my quick yet weak rebuttal.
“Of course I did you loser, how could I not? I just can’t believe you were gone for so long, and I can’t believe you’re here with me now Ash.”
“That’s Leading Aircraftman to you,” he smirked. He was beaming with pride, well deserved gratification.
Everyone was proud of Ashton, some more so than others and you were at the top of that list.
“Did you miss me Leading Aircraftman?” you questioned, lightly running my finger over the insignia on his sleeve.
“Why else would I be here at your prom, straight off my plane back to the base?”
“Because you promised to take me to prom if I didn’t have a date, a promise you made when I was still naive, in Year 10,” you shrugged, moving my arms up around his neck.
“And I don’t break my promises, do I?”
“You never have and you hopefully never will Irwin.”
“That’s what best friends are for, I’ve always been here,” he paused, lightly pressing his lips to my forehead, “And some things never change.”
“But some do,” you chuckled, a hand tracing over the stubble on his face, “I like this, this should stay. But I must say, I miss the long hair.”
It wasn’t as bad as you’d anticipated, Ashton didn’t come back with the standard military buzz cut. He had what was a sort of undercut, few of his smaller curls still resting at the top. He didn’t look bad it was just peculiar for him.
“They didn’t quite appreciate the man bun,” he smiled, the one thing you’d missed seeing the most, “And I’m over that straightening phase.”
“That’s a shame,” you joked, “But sometimes change is needed.”
“Don’t you dare act like I’m the only one that changed in that time. You actually have a figure now,” he prodded, his hands squeezing at yourwaist, “Like you have a butt now, I’m surprised I’m not beating the guys off from you at this point.”
“Always a charmer, Irwin,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at his choice of words though still refusing to let him go.
You never wanted to let him go, and if it had been your choice, he never would’ve left in the first place.
It was selfish, you were selfish but he’d missed so much. It’d been almost two years without him, two years without a shoulder to cry on, almost two years without any sort of hope other than the occasional call and the many letters you’d received.
But now he was here and you were in his arms, having the dance you’d waited for since his senior prom.
“Why don’t you put your shoes back on, then I can whisk you away to the dance floor,” he suggested, looking down at your feet that still stood on his own.
“Or we could just dance like this,” you shrugged, steeping off from his toes onto the surprisingly cold tile.
“Do you want me to help you,” he groaned, looking down at me as you struggled to slip your swollen feet into the nude pumps.
“I would have you help but it will be pretty embarrassing since the shoe won’t fit right now,” you sighed, leaning onto Ashton for support.
“You know everyone can’t have that perfect Cinderella story (Y/N), and I may not be your night in shining armor but-”
“But you’re my best friend and your here, my knight in blue fatigues,” you gushed in response.
His hands steadied your frame as you stood up straight once again, “Can you walk in those Hun?”
“Shut up Irwin and let’s dance, they’re only going to play a few more slow songs,” you began only to hear the soft lyrics flooding through the speakers.
Ashton hummed along, his hand making its way to the small of your back.
“Thank you so much for being here,” you muttered. Your hands made way to their former place at the back of his neck, as you glanced directly into his hazel eyes that glimmered under the soft lights of the venue.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he finally admitted, as you made your way across the floor.
It was like time stopped as you reached the center, not a single soul seemed to be focused anything. It was just the two of you, in your dysfunctional friendship that had lasted longer than you’d ever imagined.
“Is it okay if I don’t let go of you Ash?”
“(Y/N), what do you mean,” he challenged.
“I just don’t want you to leave me again, it was too hard without you here, way too hard.”
His hand moved up to the side of your face, tucking the loose hair that’d fallen back behind your ear, “Do you realize that what happened the night before I left made my departure so much more difficult? It was like I left a piece of me here and I couldn’t wait to return.”
“But you’re here now, so that’s what we should focus on,” you blushed, “And you made my coming to prom worth it.”
It had been like pulling teeth for your mom to get you to purchase that ticket and more so the dress. You thought it was pointless, but now you understood why she’d made such a big deal out of it, she knew Ash was coming home and just neglected to share that information.
“That was all the plan, I didn’t want you to have to waste the night,” he finally replied, “And it gave me an excuse to take leave,” he shrugged, “But I’ll have to go back in three weeks so I don’t use all of my time.”
“For how long, Ash, please don’t say another two years -”
“That’s what I wanted to discuss, it’ll only be for a month and our campaign will be over. Then I’ll just have to go to our base.”
Only one month, 31 long days, although it couldn’t even hold comparison to the previous 18 months.
“Will you still write to me?”
“Of course I will,” he smiled, pulling your body even closer to his.
He began to hum once again, his soft tone was beyond comforting as it always had been.
“I missed your singing,” you laughed lightly, thinking of the countless times you'dwent to visit him after school only to find him belting his little heart out as he busied himself around his house.
“You love it, don’t deny it,” he continued, stopping rather abruptly to finish the song.
“Whatever you say, Ash, don’t get too cocky,” you groaned.
“I won’t, but I say we ditch this place after the next slow song and have one of our infamous sleepovers.”
“Just because you came home from overseas, you think you can already make your way into my bed?” You challenged, struggling to suppress the smirk on my lips.
Placing another soft kiss on my forehead, he pulled away insisting, “Chivalry isn’t dead (Y/N), I’d take you for ice cream first.”
“You’re the best Ash, we can leave right this instant because I’d like to change before you fufill that chivalrous act.”
“One more dance, just one more,” he smiled as the bass overwhelmed the room, “Maybe even this one,” he smirked as he recognized the lyrics of The Weeknd.
“Really Ashton, you’re still that pervy teenage boy that I managed to befriend?”
“Oh you love it and you’re the same way,” he smirked, “And give me some credit, I haven’t had physical contact with a girl since that first time home. I could be all over every girl in this place but I wouldn’t want to come off as a pig.”
You groaned as Ashton pulled you back onto the floor of handsy teenagers, the two of us quickly becoming additional ones.
As his hands made their way to your hips, you couldn’t help but to smile, “You definitely owe me that ice cream, especially after putting me through this.”