micheal lane

Body Shots Part 2 (Michael Clifford AU)

Part 1

“y/n, can you get me food.” y/b/f whined.

“You have working legs get it yourself.” I replied. It’s Saturday morning and y/b/f is hungover. After the party I went to my dorm y/b/f came in shortly after so I didn’t have to worry about her. Right now we are sitting in the living room watching criminal minds.

“But, I’m hungover. Aren’t friends suppose to help each other when they’re sick?”

“You avoid me like the plague when I’m sick.”

“Please get me food?” she whined more. She is my best friend but sometimes I want to killer her, and right now is one of those times. I got up, put on my jacket and was about to leave when y/b/f spoke.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going down the street to get coffee, I’ll get your regular.” I said and walked out.

I walked across the street  to the local coffee shop. It’s owned by an old married couple, Mr. and Mrs. Harris; they both retired but later decided to open up this coffee shop because they wanted something to do. Mrs. Harris makes baked goods there and they are delicious.  I always loved it there because it always had such a calming atmosphere and the food and drinks are so good. Mr. Harris loves music, he once told me he was a singer in a band back in the day but never perused a career in it. Because of his love for music he has acoustic performances of local bands and artists every weekend.

When I walked in I was engulfed with the smell of coffee and the sounds of a guitar. I walked up to the counter and saw Mrs. Harris.

“Hello sweetie. How are you today?” she smiled at me.

“Tired but I’ll feel better after I have your famous orange cranberry muffin.” She laughed.

“I wouldn’t call them famous. So are you picking up y/b/f usual coffee as well as yours?”

“Yes, ma'am. Also, could I get a chocolate muffin for her.”

“Of course. Go sit down, I’ll have someone bring you your stuff to your spot.”

“Thank you.” I handed her the amount I owed and walked over to my usual spot next to the window. I messed with my phone until a familiar voice spoke.  

“Fancy meeting you here, babe.” It was the blue haired boy. He black skinny jeans and a different band shirt with an apron. He placed my order on the table and them sat across from me.

“I didn’t know you worked here.” I’ve never seen him before last night and now here he is, a worker at my favorite coffee shop.

“I just started working here a week ago. You never did tell me your name.” he smirked.

“Well, Michael, I’m not sure I should tell you.”

“How do you know my name?”

“Your name tag.” He looked down and then back at me. He chuckled.

“Let me formally introduce myself. I’m Michael Clifford, what’s your name?”

“You’re really determined to know my name.” I pointed out.

“Well, I like to know the names of the girls that give me hickies.” I laughed.

“Fine, I’m y/f/n y/l/n.”

“Took you long enough to tell me.”

“Hm.” I hummed in response while I drank my coffee.

“What are your plans for today?” he asked.

“To nurse my hungover friend.”

“Then what are you doing here talking to me?”

“Letting her suffer.”

“You are the worse nurse ever.” we laughed.

“That’s what she gets for ditching me last night.”

After our laughter died out Michael spoke again.

“Do you want to go to another party tonight?”

“Not really, why?”

“Uh, I was hoping you’d say yes so I could have an excuse to see you again.” he was blushing.

“Oh really,”

“Really.” he replied. “So since you don’t want to go to a party how about diner and a movie?”

I smiled, “I’d like that.”

“Michael!” Mr. Harris yelled across the room.

“That’s my cue to get back to work.” He got up and was about to leave.

“Wait!” I grabbed his arm and he looked at me surprised. I took the pen from his hand and wrote my number on his arm.

“You should probably have my number so you can let me know when diner is tonight.” I handed him his pen back, grabbed my bag of muffins and the two coffees and walked out of the coffee shop back to my dorm.


Get To Know Me Meme 

Favorite TV Shows [7/10]: Gilmore Girls

There are many paths in life. There’s the “Hey, you’re cute, sure, I’ll MARRY  you after graduation and med school” and the “Can you drive Susie to soccer today, ‘cause I’ve got a pediure?” path. And then there’s my path, where I found myself 16 and pregnant and I realized “I have to get a job, I have to raise a kid and being me, I have to do it all by myself.” Not easy. But the thing with my path was, when I reached the end, I turned around and realized I’d ended up someplace really good.