A/N: The is the second part to this. I highly suggest you read that first, otherwise it won’t make any sense. I used the song “Everything I didn’t say” by 5SOS, because that song fit the vibe.
Pairing: OC Stevie Joan Lee & Calum Hood
Words: 800
Warning(s): swearing, mentions of drug use, angst (I guess)?
The performance in Amsterdam was the worst Calum had ever place. His fingers started hurting during the soundcheck and during the actual concert they had started to bleed. While the other guys went out after, Calum dragged himself to his hotel room and flopped himself on the bed. He just started sobbing but it soon turned into crying, and that’s what he did, he cried himself to sleep. After that night, its what he did most nights. Fans had started to notice that he’d changed. He had bags under his eyes, they were always bloodshot, he looked skinnier and most of all he didn’t look like himself.
Neither did you. You stayed in most days, only leaving when you had to buy groceries. Your friends started to worry about you. After two weeks your new routine hadn’t changed that is when your friends decided to hold an intervention. It was clear that you either needed to get back together or that you needed to get over him. A night out, dancing, was what they had decided on. They dragged you out of your bed, helping you in the shower, making you feel human again. They put you in a dress and heels, put make-up on you face and did your hair. You did a couple of shots at home before taking to the clubs.
That night you really enjoyed yourself. You drank, danced and flirted with some people. They always say that in order to get over someone you need to get under someone else. It is such a cliché, but it is also very true. You took home a girl and a boy that night, however the next morning you felt more like shit than before the night out. You decided to get a make-over, so you called your friends again. You changed your hair and got you nails done, you even got a spray tan. Slowly you started to feel like yourself again, the strong independent woman you made yourself to be. However, it seems that when the universe feels like a woman is becoming strong, it feels the need to break her. And so it did… not even a week later. You got a call from one of your friends saying that you needed to come to her house. You called your driver and got there as fast as you could.
“SJ, you need to see this”, one of your friend said before pushing her phone in your face. There he was, looking like … utter shit. Good, you thought to yourself, at least he isn’t feeling any better than me. “This isn’t their original setlist. This song they only added today.”
“I wish I could rewind all the times that I didn’t show you what you’re really worth”, Calum’s voice sounded through the speakers. “I wish I could’ve made you stay, and I’m the only one to blame. I know that it’s a little too late, but this is everything I didn’t say.” You felt tears running across your cheeks. He was singing this to you, even though you weren’t there, you knew he wrote that song for you. It held so much emotion, you felt it through his voice.
“I hope you know, for you I’d sacrifice to make this right.” The song ended. Not much later your phone rang, you checked the caller-ID, it was Calum. Had he run off stage and called you right away? You decided not to give it another thought and you answered.
“Hello?”
“Stevie, is it really you. Thank fuck, you answered. I hope you saw the video, I wrote the song for you. I know I messed up but like I said I’d sacrifice anything to make this right. Just say the word and I’ll come home.”
“Oh Cal. I loved the song, thank you…” you stopped for a moment, “I think you should stay on tour. It is what you love.”
“I love you more, Stevie.”
“How about I come visit you and join you on tour?” You suggest, already imagining kissing his lips and feeling his arms around you.
“Are you sure. I mean, you hate touring. I thought you hated it because of your father.”
“I know and I do, but for this to work we both have to sacrifice. I’m sure yours will come soon, but this will be mine.” You decide that nothing should be keeping you apart, especially not your father’s image from back in the day.
A/N: I tried my best to research everything, but I am almost sure that I got some details wrong. I really tried and I hope you like it! I also remembered that I watched “The Dirt” and I totally forgot about that.
Pairing: OC Stevie Joan Lee & Calum Hood
Words: 1k
Warning(s): swearing, mentions of drug use, angst (I guess)?
Even before you were born, the world already knew who you were. You are named after rock stars just like your younger brothers, Stevie Joan Lee, daughter of the famous Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson. Growing up you stayed away from the spotlights, people knew of you, but they didn’t know who the real Stevie Joan was. You tried to stay out of your father’s crazy lifestyle and for a while it worked. That was until you took a liking to a famous Australian based band called 5 Seconds of Summer… and to be even more specific a bass player called Calum Hood.
You swore on your life that you would never fall for an artist or even someone famous, seeing how your dad was. You loved that he got to do what he loved, but you hated how he was rarely home or how hard the rock star life was on his health. On the other hand, you went to school and tried to live as normal of a life as possible. You fangirled at concerts and fantasized about meeting 5sos. However, you could easily let your dad’s team call someone and have it arranged but seeing that you wanted to live a normal life, it stayed a fantasy. You know the guys from 5sos are big Mötley Crüe fans and a meeting could easily be arranged, but you didn’t want your dad interfering with your life and interests. You weren’t much of a spoiled brat, you paid for a lot of things yourself because you are a strong independent woman for fuck’s sake.
In 2019, you went to yet another 5 Seconds of Summer concert, your friend got the tickets for the two of you, and you couldn’t be happier. The tickets were general admission, meaning you were waiting in line way before the concert even started, so you could get to the front and admire Calum from up close. You had done this before by multiple of their concerts and every time you were more in awe of how gorgeous he was. It may sound absolutely weird as can be, but you were in love with him. Not the fangirl in love with him where you faint. No, I’m talking the whole butterflies in the stomach, can’t think straight when you see him, type of love.
That night you and your friend had made it to the front near the spot where Calum would be later on. What happened next felt like a fairytale or a fan fiction. Calum saw you and danced with you all night (him still on stage obviously) and invited you backstage after the concert. It wasn’t until you introduced yourself as ‘Stevie Joan’ that he realised you were Tommy Lee’s daughter. You exchanged numbers, three days later he asked you on a date, and you have been dating each other ever since. You never really got used to his lifestyle, it was far less crazy than your father’s, but it was crazy nonetheless. You joined him on tour whilst he was in America, during his visit to other countries you kept close contact.
You received a text from him saying that he was in Amsterdam with a photo attached of him smoking with the guys. You texted him back that he should be careful and that you missed him. After that you received a photo of them with a lot of girls, you weren’t blind you knew they had groupies and Calum had promised you that he would never do anything with them. However, this night you felt like something was different, he still hadn’t replied to your text saying that you missed him and the girl in the photo was a little too close to Calum to just be friendly. Instagram was the best for your own FBI investigation to whom this girl was. As soon as you typed in 5 Seconds of Summer more photos popped up from this night and from the nights before according to the timestamp underneath the photos. You know you shouldn’t have, but you began to read the comments.
“Good to see Calum finally enjoying himself”
“He should dump his girlfriend, she’s holding him back”
“He is only with her because of her father”
“I bet they aren’t even really dating”
Could that be true? Was he really dating you because of your father? What would he get out of it, more fame? You went insane that night. You tried calling him multiple times, but he never answered any of them. You tried to call Ashton as he was the only one you were close too besides Calum. He didn’t answer either, but you did get a text from him saying that he was sorry.
That night you went to bed and cried yourself to sleep. The next morning you did something you never thought you would do, you called your father. After speaking with him, you packed all your stuff from the flat you and Calum shared in LA and left to go to your father’s house. You welcomed you with open arms as you fell into them, sobbing. You really thought Calum was the one, but it turns out he wasn’t.
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Calum went crazy in Amsterdam. He had seen the pictures that were taken last night, and he feared the most. He tried calling you so many times, he had even called your brothers, but they wouldn’t tell him anything. He couldn’t sleep in his own bed on his own, so he went to Ashton’s room. Ashton tried to console him but just like you had, he cried himself to sleep, but not before he saw Ashton send you a text. Was it really over?
A/N: Loosely based on the film “To all the boys I’ve loved before” as requested by @teehxk
This is part eight of a series and the final part
Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader
Word Count: 727
Warning(s): swearing
After the talk with my big brother, I felt more comfortable but I still couldn’t really think. My mind was as cluttered as my room. So I picked a playlist from Spotify and decided to clean my room. And I don’t mean the ‘oh, look what I found. This is from 5 years ago’ cleaning, I mean the taking everything out of the closet and drawers and Marie Kondo the shit out of it. During this massive cleaning spree, I thought it would be a great idea to take a walk. I drove myself to the beach and spend almost an hour there, the sand felt so great between my toes and the sound of the waves crashing really calmed me down. I hadn’t been to the beach for so long, I forgot how much I loved it. Then I drove myself home and organised the rest of my room.
It took me two whole days to clean and organise my room how I wanted it. During the second day, Kyan stopped by to apologize. “So you didn’t really love me?” he asks. “Well, I always thought you were attractive, if that makes it any better, but I believe I was more in love with the idea of dating my brother’s best friend”, I explain to him. “Do you love Ashton?” Of all the things he could’ve asked me, he had to ask this and truth be told, I didn’t really have an answer. “I don’t know. I thought I was, I mean we were so good at acting. Sometimes I pretended that it was real, that he actually loved me. It’s so strange really, I send all of those letters and I never got a love letter back”, I chuckle and look at Kyan. “Maybe you just never noticed.” After this commend, he just leaves and I am flabbergasted. What the hell is that supposed to mean?
I walk back to my room to finish the cleaning when I notice the old shoebox sitting on my desk. I open the box and inside I find all the notes Ashton has ever send me. It dawned on me what Kyan meant by “maybe you just never noticed” because all of Ashton’s notes where in fact small love letters. I didn’t think anything of them at first, some I had never actually read, simply because we were pretending and there it was, a note written with a different colour pen and the date written above it from a few days before the ski trip. I looked over to the clock on my wall, five thirty-five Ashton was still at basketball practice. I quickly freshen up and change my tracksuit for something a little more attractive. Then I run down the stairs and yell at my dad that I might be home for dinner around seven. As I step into the car, my nerves start to kick in.
I make my way to school as quickly as I can, while still following the rules, of course, we wouldn’t want a speeding ticket when I have to declare my love. As soon as I arrive at school, I don’t even bother parking the car, I just stop the car and run as fast as I can to the basketball court.
“Luke! I yell across the field, “have you seen Ashton?!” “I think he went to the dressing rooms, because we’re already finished for the day”, Luke replies and I make a B-line towards the changing rooms. As I walk in calling for his name, I feel like Hilary Duff in that Cinderella film with Austin Ames, where she delivered that bad-ass speech. Suddenly, I see him, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still wet, surrounded by a few of his mates. I don’t think about it twice, walk right up to him and kiss him on the lips. “I love you too. I am so sorry that I didn’t realize it sooner, it’s just that Cam was fucking with my mind and I didn’t know if I co-” and right there and then he stops me and kisses me on the lips. (honestly to be honest the biggest cliché ever but eh it’s not so bad when it’s you getting kissed) “So what now?” Ashton asks. “No more contract, no more weird ass situations, just honesty and us.”
So this was the final part, I want to thank you guys for being so patient with me, school and internship have been killing me slowly… but yeah anyways I hope you enjoyed the series. And request for blurbs and one short are always open.
A/N: Loosely based on the film “To all the boys I’ve loved before” as requested by @teehxk
This is part seven of a series.
Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader
Word Count: 781
Warning(s): cursing
After sleeping on Ashton’s shoulder for most of the bus ride and eating the candy he had gotten me, I actually felt a lot better than I had this morning. But oh boy that was about to change quick.
“I think it’s so cool that you came on the ski trip this year. And so brave of you to let your boyfriend sleep in someone else’s room. You’re so trusting, I remembered that about you.” I look at her confusingly. “Oh shit, I dropped it”, she says and grabs something from the parking lot. As she comes back up, I see a dangling silver charm in her hands. More accurately it was my silver charm that I had given to Ashton for save keeping a few nights before.
“Where did you get that?” I try to act cool, but I can feel my throat closing.
“Oh, Ashton gave this to me. Isn’t it the cutest?! Well.. say hi to your dad for me.” And she walks off with a smile. Right when she leaves, Ashton walks towards me.
“Are you ready to go?” He asks with a smile on his face. I almost forgot that he promised my dad he would take me home.
“Did you go to Camreigh’s room last night?”
“Uh yeah.. but it was nothing.”
“And you gave her my charm?” I can feel the tears starting to form in my eyes.
“Woah where is this all coming from? You just don’t understand the situation. Let me just drive you home and explain.”
“No. We’re done, in every way possible. And I would rather walk home”, and I start to walk away from him. To be honest, I kind of expected him to come after me and try to change my mind, but he just let me walk.
When I got home, I realized something had changed around the house. There were actual Christmas lights in the living room and there was a decorated Christmas tree in the dining room. Then I turned around and saw Ryver with his arms stretched out. I busted into tears and ran into his arms, I didn’t even realise how much I had actually missed him until now.
Right in the middle of watching the Perfect Date, there is a knock on the door. I tell Ryver to keep the movie going and make my way to the door.
“We need to talk.” Are the first words that I hear before I have even seen who it is. I look up and see that it is actually Ashton. I point to the front lawn and step out of the door before closing it. As Ashton tries to explain the situation, I am getting more and more angry and tired of everything. When I ask him to leave and he doesn’t I hear a voice behind me.
“She asked you to leave.” It’s Kyan.
“Oh my god, this isn’t about me or Cam at all this is all about you still being in love with Kyan.” And there it was. That stupid sentence that would have been shot to the ground by me seconds later, but no … Ryver had to be outside and heard Ashton.
“You’re in love with Kyan?” I had never heard my big brother sounds so sad and vulnerable at the same time and it broke my heart right there and then.
“LEAVE, BOTH OF YOU. NOW!” I yelled and ran after Ryver. “Ryverrr, please let me inside!” I yell as I knock on his door repeatedly. “Please, you have to let me explain. There is nothing going on!” Suddenly the door swings open and I almost hit Ryver on the head with my fist.
“I am so sorry Ryver. Honestly, I …”
“Don’t apologize. I don’t hate you, I could never. I just thought that you were trying to date Kyan now or something and I just got upset”, he says and opens his arms. In all honestly, Ryver and I were never really the ones to fight with each other. I think it’s got to do with the fact that we’re only 2 years apart which makes us a lot closer to each other than with Weston.
“How could you think I could ever do that to you?”
“I don’t know. It’s just that I have been so far away from home, and we don’t talk as much as we used to. What was I supposed to think.”
“The reason why we don’t talk much is that I was lying to every single person in my life. And I just couldn’t lie to you.”
“I love you, baby sister. Now let’s clean up this mess you made.”
A/N: Loosely based on the film “To all the boys I’ve loved before” as requested by @teehxk
This is part six of a series.
Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader
Word Count: 663
Warning(s): idk they kiss, if you are grossed out by the description I am sorry not sorry.
After Clive told me that Ashton might be waiting in the hot tub for me, I couldn’t not check it out. So I put my coat over my slip dress and went outside. I was freezing but it would probably be worth it.
“All by yourself out here?” I asked him, already knowing the answer because unless there was someone holding their breath underwater which is highly unlikely. Ashton looks up and then looks down at the water, finding it more interesting than talking to me. “So are you ignoring me now?”
“Oh right, I am the one ignoring you. You’re the one who didn’t want to sit next to me on the bus while we’re supposed to be a couple. You’re the one who didn’t want to go skiing with me. You’re the one ignoring me. And now you’re saying that I am ignoring you? Funny.”
“Woah there, cowboy. What’s with all the hating on me? It was good that you sat next to Cam because you wanted to make her jealous and get her attention and that’s exactly what you got.”
“Yeah right.” Is all I got from him, so I decided to get a little closer. I walked to the other side of the hot tub and sat on it, with my feet dangling in the water. “For someone who has such good grades, you can be so dense sometimes.”
“What?” Honestly, to be honest, I am very lost at this point.
“I wanted to sit next to you, Y/N. I even got that candy that you like so much.” “But the store that sells that is all the way across town.”
“Yeah, so if I went all the way to buy them. That must mean…” He trailed off, looking at me to help him finish that sentence.
“That you really like that candy too?” I knew I was wrong and I was only partly joking, hoping that he would actually say what I wanted him to say.
“Gosh, you are impossible.” At this point, I took off my coat and got into the pool in my dress. “Oh, you’re coming in… in your dress?”
“Yeah, I didn’t really expect this and I didn’t bring a bathing suit… so yeah.” I slowly moved through the water towards him and stopped right before him. He lifted me up and put me on his lap with my legs on either side of him. I was a little hesitant at first but then I look him in the eye. His look gave me permission to hold his face and my mouth slowly attached to his. Our lips moving ever so slowly and it was the best kiss I had ever had. I opened my mouth a little and let his tongue slip into my mouth. We stayed in the hot tub for a very long time, kissing, cuddling, more kissing. Until we felt that it was getting too late. We got out and both walking back to our floor, right before we parted I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him on the lips yet again.
“Good night”, I whispered.
“Good night, baby girl.”
The next morning it was time to leave again and everyone was getting ready for the bus ride back. When I stepped onto the bus people started clapping and cheering. I looked behind me to see if anyone was there, but when I didn’t see anyone I realized they were clapping and cheering for me. I couldn’t remember that I did anything to deserve it so I just let it slide and walked to Ashton. Still feeling a little uneasy about the whole situation happening a minute ago I decided to ask him if he told anyone about last night, but he told me that he hadn’t told anyone and that this is just the way people react to couples. And because I never went before I decided he probably knew it better and let it go.
A/N: Loosely based on the film “To all the boys I’ve loved before” as requested by @teehxk
This is part five of a series.
Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader
Word Count: 739
Warning(s): swearing
On Thursday I was talking to Kyan. He was the only one I had to talk to, not that he knew the relationship with Ashton was fake but still. “I am so angry at myself that I didn’t see it coming.” “I really don’t know what to say, other than… it fucking sucks. I am sorry.” The school bell rings and I see an angry Ashton making his way towards us. “I gotta go.” “Shall I wait?” “No, you better not.” I tell him goodbye and grab my bag before walking towards Ashton. “Why were you talking to him. What people will say when they see my girlfriend talking to Kyan,” he says bitterly. “Oh, what about when they hear how Cam is basically begging you to take her back.” I tell him and laugh at how typical this is. “You are spying on me now, huh. Is that what this is?” “Yeah, sure make this shit about me.” I angrily storm into an empty hallway and keep walking. “I honestly didn’t think this would go on for so long. I mean me and Kyan are fine. Cam is jealous, we should call it quits.” Ashton looks at me, shock written all over his face. “You want to break up with me before the ski trip? It’s in the contract.” “Only if we were still together.” “We are still together. You’re just pulling out because you are scared.” “Why would I be scared?” Ashton shrugs, “you tell me.” And he was actually right. I am scared because I started liking him a long time ago, heck I love him even and it’s just a matter of time before he dumps me and runs back to Camreigh. But there is no way that I am going to tell him that, so I negotiate. “I will only go if Clive goes.” Clive, my childhood best friend who I had the biggest crush on, the one that actually turned out to swing for the other team. We turned out to be even better friends after we cleared the air.
On Friday Clive and I sat on the couch in my living room, in a deep discussion about the ski trip. Clive was very much against it and wanted nothing to do with it, but on the other hand, he also wanted me to go for the sake of bringing Ashton and me closer together. I tried to convince him not to go so I didn’t have to go and it wouldn’t turn into some sticky situation that no one could get out of. But sadly on Monday, we were sat on the bus. Ashton tried to convince me to sit next to him, but being the scared little chicken that I was, I ended up sitting next to Clive who fell asleep on me in the first 10 minutes. Ashton kept looking back at me, while he sat next to Camreigh who tried to get his attention every second of the trip.
Once we got there we all gather around in the ski lodge. “I’ll see you on the Black Top, Ashton,” Camreigh says before suggestively adding, “last one down, is buying.” Ashton looked at her before looking and me and then quickly started talking to his friends. “Go to your man,” Clive says and starts pushing me towards Ashton. “What no, I don’t even know how to put on the boots. I brought books so I can read in my room and enjoy the snow from the comfort of my room.” Clive rolls his eyes before grabbing his bag and walks towards our room. Instead of reading I actually told Clive the truth about me and Ashton. That we have been pretending and he was totally shocked. “Are you sure that you are just pretending? ‘Cause I can tell by the way that he looks at you that he likes you.” “How does he look at me?” “Like you a sexy little Rubics cube. He can’t really figure you out, but he has a lot of fun trying.” “It doesn’t matter anyway. He is still so obsessed with her and it makes me sick.” “Uhu, look at the facts here. He came up with the fake dating idea. You came up with the no kiss rule and you constantly try to break it off. Say all you want but he is probably waiting for you in the hot tub right now.”
A/N: Loosely based on the film “To all the boys I’ve loved before” as requested by @teehxk
This is part four of a series.
Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader
Word Count: 957
Warning(s): none? I guess
When we left the diner I felt like I had really upset Ashton, so I invited him over for movie night the next day. While I was waiting for Ashton to come, Kyan suddenly showed up at my house. “Can we talk please?” I give him a nod and step outside. I notice that Kyan was angry, also the phrase “I can’t believe your dating Ashton Irwin!” helped with that realisation. When he said that, I became angry to. How dare he say something like that. Was it so hard to believe that Ashton and I were dating? That someone like me could date someone like him? “Look if you just came here to be angry and to be rude, then I am gonna go back inside”, I say and walk past him. “No, I – Wait… please?” I stop and face him. “Did you mean what you wrote in the letter?” “I – I don’t know, okay. That was a really long time ago. It was a mistake, you should have never seen it. And please whatever you do, do not tell Ryver.” “He is not even talking to me! So you don’t have to worry about that.” I let my head fall down, not wanting to look him in the eyes and see that he’s hurt. “Look, I am sorry. Maybe you should leave”, I say and turn back to the front door. “So this is it then. Ryver breaks up with me, you are dating Ashton and suddenly we can’t be friends anymore?!” I just gave him a sorry look and went inside. What a great person I am, I heard two guys in two days.
3 pm rolled around and Ashton showed up. We sat on the couch with my little brother and some popcorn we had popped. “Why are we watching this movie again?” Weston whines. “Because Ashton has never seen it before.” I have never seen Weston turn around so quickly, with shock written all over his face. “Are you for real?! How can you have never watched the Hobbit?!” Ashton just shrugs. “I don’t know, I just never went to the cinema when it came out.” Weston looks at him like he grew three heads, sighs and turns back to the TV. “Oof, Kili is so hot. If he was taller…” I say and Ashton looks offended. “I am way better looking than that guy.” “Uhuh, sure,” Weston says and not long after they have a pillow fight/wrestling match. I watched them as I started thinking. I really hope Weston is not getting too attached to Ashton, we should have never involved family in our fake dating phenomenon.
And yet here I was, two days later, at the dining table of his mother. His little brother and sister were whispering to each other and his mom went on and on about how nice it was that I could be here and how she already liked me better than his last girlfriend. We talked about my brothers, how only my dad was in the picture and how my mother passed away. She went on telling me why Ashton’s father was not in the picture and I could tell that it bothered him, not only him but also his siblings. Dinner went by quick and before we knew it, Ashton and I were cleaning up. I sat up on the kitchen counter as I watched him sweeping the countertop. “Is it weird? Not having your father around?” I straight up asked him. He walked over to me and leaned against the counter beside me. “I mean, not as weird as it used to be. It’s just that sometimes I walk around the house and there are no pictures of him anymore and I just miss him. But then I start to think about his new family and I just get so angry that I am happy that he’s gone.” “You don’t mean that. You can be angry at him and still miss him.” He just nods. “You must miss your mom a lot.” “Every day.” I sigh, “but it happened so long ago. And sometimes when I do my homework or doing whatever and I think about our family. I just forget that it wasn’t always just us and our dad and I feel so guilty.” I stop and look at him for a second. “I actually never told anyone that.” “I mean I get it. I mean it’s not the same but you know.” “Yeah. It’s nice to talk to someone about this, who understands you know.” He just nods again and moves closer. My heartbeat quickens and it seems like he is about to kiss me, but then he moves away from me. And I think about our rules… the no kissing rule was rule number 1. I can’t believe that I was the one who came up with that rule and wanted to kiss him so badly. Everything between is felt so natural and good that I let myself believe that what we had was real.
A few weeks later I sat underneath the bleachers eating the best fried chicken in the whole world when suddenly I heard Ashton and Camreigh. “You never have time for me anymore, Ashton. You are always with her.” “What you expect me to wait around, while you are dating that college guy.” For a second I wanted to leave, but then again I also wanted to hear their conversation so I decided to stay put. “You can’t keep doing this to me,” Ashton said. “Fine, but she is not coming on the ski trip is she? Because that is our thing.” “Who cares?! You’ve got a boyfriend now.” “Yeah, I know… but maybe then I won’t.”
A/N: Loosely based on the film “To all the boys I’ve loved before” as requested by @teehxk
This is part three of a series.
Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader
Word Count: 816
Warning(s): none? I guess
After I ran away from home, I ended up in my favourite café, drinking some pink unicorn latte that they just added to the menu. Suddenly I felt a familiar presence. “Hey Y/N, watcha doin’ here?” Ashton asked me as he sat down on the barstool next to mine. I didn’t answer him and just raised my cup before putting my mouth on the straw again, not looking at him once. Before he could open his mouth, I started talking… surprising us both. “Look I am sorry I kissed you and it will never happen again. I just didn’t want someone else thinking I was in love with them because they also got a letter and yeah sorry.” “Wow wait what, I am not the only one who got a letter? Damn and I felt so special”, he said placing his right hand over his heart. “Yes, well anyways I got to go.” “How did you get here? I don’t see your car.” “I uhm.. I ran, basically so yeah.” Before I knew it I was in the passenger’s seat of Ashton’s car. He started talking about us fake dating, so he could maybe make his ex jealous. I tried to talk him out of it but somehow he pursued me into playing along.
The next day we made a contract for our fake love/ fake relationship. Once we were both happy we went out separate ways, only to ‘be together’ during lunch. It was interesting though, but I knew that I had to tell Ryver about my relationship.. but I couldn’t lie to Ryver. So that night I sat on my bed with my laptop, waiting for Ryver to skype me. You could say I was a nervous wreck. How in the world could I tell Ryver that I am dating Ashton so Kyan won’t think I am in love with him anymore because somehow the letter that I wrote him from a long time ago, got out?
During my skype conversation I kept ignoring half of the questions Ryver asked me and I made our talk come to a quick end when I almost blurted everything out. That is also when the doorbell rang and Ashton was actually at my house. He came to pick me up for a party he didn’t even tell me about, for which I wasn’t ready and never would be ready for. But Ashton being Ashton he persuaded me into going with him. We actually weren’t at the party for long though, once Ashton was convinced his ex had seen us, we left to go to the diner for some food. “You know I am actually surprised that you’re not afraid of Camreigh.” “Oh, I am terrified of her.” “Might be, but you don’t let it show. Like on that first day when she was being a bitch towards you, you handled that so well.” This actually made me look up. I can’t believe he still remembers the first day. “I mean I couldn’t say anything because we were together but I thought they looked amazing. You have a really great style you know, I think you look better than Cam all the time.” “Why, thank you.” At that point I got up, ready to go home. When he got a text. From his face, I could read it was Cam. “You, uh, you guys still talk on the phone?” “Yeah sometimes, why?” “I guess that I just think that it’s a little weird that you guys still talk to each other. That’s not healthy.” “Oh so now you are a relationship expert. You never even had a boyfriend before and you are attacking me?” “Well you only had one girlfriend and you are obsessed with her. That’s weird.” “I am not obsessed with her.” “Prove it, don’t talk to her tonight”, I say and step forward, probably not looking as intimidating as I want it to look. “Only if you tell me why you never had a boyfriend before.” Why would he possibly want to know that. “I have never been asked.” “Bullshit, I know Grayson asked you to the spring formal.” “Okay well I love to write about it and read about it, but when it’s real.. it’s scary. ‘Cause the more people you let into your life, the more that can just walk right out.” “I think it’s funny, you say you are scared but you don’t seem to be afraid to be with me.” “That’s because we are just pretending.” If you listened really closely, you could actually hear Ashton’s heart break. His face fell and he left pretty quickly after that. I kind of felt bad, but I was telling him the truth. The more time I was spending with him, the more I realised that I needed to repeat to myself that we were pretending that this was not real. And it hurt.
A/N: Loosely based on the film “To all the boys I’ve loved before” as requested by @teehxk . A special dedication to @lukehemmings-ownsmyass
This is part two of a series.
Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader
Word Count: 804
Warning(s): none? I guess
I wish falling in love had traffic lights too, so I’d know if I should go for it, slow down or just stop. Because I could not get Kyan out of my head. I haven’t skyped my brother for two weeks now because I am afraid. I don’t want to hurt him, and I feel so damn bad for being in love with his ex-boyfriend.
Saturday night rolled around and like any other 16-year-old, I had no plans. So here I was on the couch, hanging out with my little brother Weston and watching Lord of the Rings.
“Okay, don’t take this the wrong way, but isn’t it kind of sad that a 16-year-old girl is hanging out with her little brother on a Saturday night. Isn’t it time that you.. oh I don’t know.. found a boyfriend? Because believe it or not I actually cancelled plans to hang out with you and I don’t think that you had any other things going on”, Weston says before filling his mouth with popcorn and chocolates.
“That was way harsh, Wes”, I look at him and pout.
“Yeah, well life is hard Y/N”, and with that, he puts in the next Lord of the Rings film. It didn’t take long before I fell asleep.
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The last class of today was PE, oh lucky me. I was running alongside my best friend Nova, who is also Cam’s cousin when I saw Ashton walk on the tracks. We ran past him when he suddenly yelled out my name. Nova and I came to a quick halt and turned around.
“Hi, uhm can I talk to Y/N alone?” he asks looking from me to Nova and back.
“Yeah sure, if you need me I’ll be in the nurse’s office with period cramps, googling Noah Centineo shirtless”, and with that, she leaves us. I look at Ashton in confusion, because the last time he spoke to me was.. well before he and Cam got together.
“Okay, look I just wanted to say that I am sorry but nothing is ever going to happen between us.”
“Uhm, what?” That sentence made me even more confused than I already was.
“Yeah, I think it’s cute that you find my dimples adorable and that you-” By then I zoned out what he had to say and noticed that he was holding something in his hand. A letter. My letter to be more specific. I started hyperventilating and before I knew it I passed out on the tracks, only to be woken again by Ashton. As soon as I got up I noticed Kyan walking towards us also with a letter in his hand. I turned around and kissed Ashton… on the lips. After my teacher yelled at us to stop making out on the tracks, I got up and ran straight to the bathroom like lightning. It didn’t take long before I heard a familiar voice asking me if I was doing okay. It was my childhood best friend Ace.
“Look I want to give this back to you, it seemed kind of personal”, he said as soon as I came out of the bathroom stall. “Also I want you to know, that I am flattered but you do know that I am gay right?” Nope, I did not. “Yes, of course! I wrote that letter a long time ago”, and I just laughed it off. We talked for a bit and then I went home.
As soon as I got there I ran up to my room to find my shoebox. Because if someone had indeed taken these letters then I wanted to know how many had gotten out.. or well I know 3 have.
“Has anyone seen an old shoebox. It was in my room, the one in which mum gave me my first pair of pumps. It’s really important to me!” I yelled while running into different rooms and downstairs again.
“I don’t know, sweetheart. I haven’t seen anything”, my father says while dancing to Bruce Springsteen. “Oh, by the way, you have some mail.” I grab the letter to which he had pointed and seen that it was the fourth letter, returned to sender. Good, so I don’t have to worry about that one any more or Ace’s. The one that had been sent to Kyan worried me most. I couldn’t look at him anymore, he dated my brother. We were finally fine again and now someone sends these stupid letters.
As I was pacing up and down my room when my little brother suddenly entered.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing”, I quickly answered.
“Y/N, Kyan is here!” I heard my father yell from downstairs.
“You never saw me”, I whisper-yelled to Weston as I climbed down through my window and then I just ran.
I have retired from writing 5sos imagines. I still love 5sos with my whole heart and I still suport and fangirl over them 24/7 however, I no longer write for real life people. Only fictitional ones, sorry xx
Song for this chapter: She (for Liz) - Parachute “And I've had no trouble with speaking, or trusting my instincts, that maybe this is one that I should know.” ***Please read the authors note at the end of this chapter***
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Luke’s POV
We sit eating our pizza as we finish The Little Mermaid. I can’t keep my eyes off of Vivian. We almost kissed before mum got home, then Annie stopped by, everything is just crazy at the moment. I’d rather have it be like this, with Vivian at my side, knowing her secrets, instead of it being awkward with us at school. I’d rather be with her right now, instead of being with anyone else.
“What movie do you want to watch next?” I whisper, as the end titles of The Little Mermaid roll down the screen.
Vivian lets out a breath, “I don’t feel like watching another movie, if that’s alright with you.”
She looks up at me, and her green eyes are the brightest I’ve ever seen them.
“That’s fine. What do you want to do?” I smile down at her.
Vivian sits up, and stretches. A yawn escapes her mouth, and she shrugs, “I don’t know.”
The shirt I lent her lifts up as she stretches, showing her white stomach and back. She’s not thin like a twig, and I don’t care at all that she doesn’t have a flat stomach. I reach over and jab her side once. She squeals and grabs my hand to stop me from doing it again.
“You look exhausted. How about you catch up on some sleep that I know you haven’t been getting enough of?” I say, and her cheeks turn pink.
Now that she’s not wearing any makeup, the bags under her eyes make her look like she has two black eyes. I can see it in her eyes that she wants to sleep.
“I’m fine.” She lies, and another yawn leaves her lips.
I roll my eyes at her. “Yeah, and I’m superman.”
She narrows her eyes at me, causing me to roll my eyes at her.
“Come on, some sleep will do you well.” I stand up, and reach my hands out to her.
“Lets clean up first.” She starts to pick up our candy wrappers and pizza.
I grab her wrists to stop her from cleaning. “We can clean tomorrow. You need sleep, now.”
She frowns, but makes now actions to defy me. I grin at her, and pull her wrists towards me, so I can hug her. She wraps her arms around my waist, and I wrap mine around her shoulders. I’ve still got the blanket on my shoulders, so now it’s draped over both of us.
After a few seconds of just hugging, I start to step backwards, towards the guest room, and she follows me without arguing. Once we’re in it, I move my hands down to her waist and throw her on the bed. A shriek leaves her lips, soon followed by laughter.
“You gave me a heart attack!” She throws a pillow at me, but I quickly catch it.
I walk over and set the pillow down. “I’m sorry.”
“No you aren’t.” She grins up at me, when she should be glaring.
“I know.” I smile back at her.
We stand there staring at each other for who knows how long. Vivian yawns, causing me to yawn, and decide that it really is time for bed.
“Alright, I better leave. The bathroom is the first door on the right, and my room is at the end of the hallway if you need me.” My voice gets quieter and quieter as I speak.
I think I see Vivian frown, but it’s dark and I could have imagined it. “Okay.” she whispers.
I start to walk out of the room, but I don’t even reach the door before Vivian speaks again.
“Wait.” I barely hear her say it.
I turn around, “Yeah?”
There’s a few seconds of silence, but Vivian eventually speaks again, “Will you stay? Just for a little while.” She adds the last part in quickly.
“Of course.” I reply without a second thought.
I make long strides until I get to the bed. Vivian scoots to one side, and I climb over to the other. It’s awkward for a few seconds, but Vivian moves closer to me, resting her head on my chest.
“Thank you, for everything.” She whispers.
I run my hand down her shoulder and her arm, to tangle my fingers with hers. “You don’t have to thank me Vivian.”
“Yes I do. Without you, I don’t know where I would be right now.” Her voice cracks, and I can tell that she’s about to cry.
I turn her around, so she’s looking at me. There are a few tears running down her cheeks, that I wipe away quickly.
“It’s okay, I promise.” I whisper, staring into her eyes.
“But Luke, it isn’t! My father is cheating on my mother, who doesn’t care, my father actually hit me, and all of these secrets are suffocating me.” her words are rushed, like she’s running out of breath as she speaks. She starts to hiccup, and gasp for air in between sobs.
“Hey, hey, breathe, you need to breathe. In and out, deep breaths.” I take a deep breath in, then let one out. Vivian tries to copy me, and after a few minutes she is breathing normally again.
“Why haven’t you said anything about my father, or mother, or anything. Every time I mention it, you change the subject.” She asks after a few minutes of silence. Her eyes are filled with shame, and insecurity.
I brush some stray hairs behind her ear, “I haven’t said anything, because I don’t know what to say. I don’t know your parents like you do, but I am truly sorry for what’s going on. It’s not right, and there should definitely be some changes, but life doesn’t always go how you want it to, you know?”
Vivian nods, but I continue to talk before she can say anything. “What I do know to say, is that you, are amazing.”
Her eye brows furrow and she starts to object, but I stop her. “You are, and it’s true. You have kept this secret, not even telling your closest friend, for such a long time. You’ve put on a smile, even if it 100% fake. You’ve stood up for yourself, and haven’t taken any shit from anyone. You are so incredibly strong, it amazes me. If this had happened to me, I would have been crying to the guys all the time. You’ve kept yourself standing and smiling for this whole time, and that is amazing.
"But not everyone can always be strong. You were so strong for so long, until you couldn’t take it. You broke, into a million tiny pieces, and that’s okay. You can’t always be whole, you’re human for gods sake. I’ll help you find every single piece, and put them in their place. It will be a long puzzle, but it’ll be worth it. It’ll be so worth it Vivian. And you know what? I figured something out, that scared me. I hadn’t felt this way in a long time, and last time I felt like this, it didn’t end well. Vivian, I figured out, that I’m hopelessly in love with you. I know I have no shot, but I had to tell you. I’m in love with every single bit of you Vivian.”
A grin is spread across my face, now that I finally got that off my chest. I take a moment before I look down at Vivian, preparing myself for her reaction. My eyes reach her face, and I see her eyes closed, and her lips parted. Quiet snores leave her lips.
I can’t tell if I’m relieved, or disappointed that she didn’t hear my confession.
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Authors Note:
It’s been a month, alright longer than a month, but still.
To make a long story short, shit’s been going on, and I had to take a break to deal with my life, and fix some things about myself.
It’s very important that you all know that I am still in that process of fixing myself, so updates won’t be nearly as frequent as they used to be.
I am still on semi-hiatus (a mini break)
I am not giving up on this story though. It’s the most I’ve every written for a single story, and I intend to write a lot more.
However, I am discontinuing Forgotten Memoriesfor now. If I feel like picking it up again, and reposting the chapters I’ve already done, I will, if I don’t, I won’t.
I’m writing a teen fiction story, but I don’t know if/when I will post it on here. I’ll give you guys more information on that later.
Thank you all for your patients, and understanding, it really kept me from stressing about this story.
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P.s. I made new covers for this, and my completed calum fic #7, comment what you think of them!
“Andy, dinner!” Mom’s irritated voice shouts from upstairs.
My eyes go wide, “Oh shit.”
“I’ll be up in a minute!” I shout.
I look back at Michael, and hand my laptop over to him. We’d been looking up his band trying to jog some of his memory, but it hasn’t helped at all.
“I’ll be right back, stay here and be quiet. I’ll bring food.” He perks up at the word food, and sits up straighter, nodding obediently.
Shutting my door behind me, I trudge up the stairs. The smell of lemon chicken, and potatoes hits my nose, making me grin.
Oh, how do I love food.
I grab a larger plate from the pile of them, and start stacking it up with food. Three pieces of chicken, two potatoes, a small mountain of green beans, and a puddle of gravy on the side. I look up to see everyone staring at me in shock.
“I’m, hungry?”
Tiffany scoffs, “Obviously.”
When everyone’s looking at Brandon, I slip an extra fork into my pocket. I fill up a tall glass with water, all the way to the rim of it.
“I’m eating in my room.” I call, as I head downstairs.
“Bring your dishes up when you’re done.” Mom reminds me.
I nod at her, doubting that she actually saw me. I hurry downstairs, into my room, and see Michael staring at my art work again.
“I’m back.” I announce.
He turns around, and looks at my plate of food, his eyes going wide. We both sit down on my bed, with the plate in between us. It’s silent as we both eat for a while. Michael breaks the silent when he clears his throat.
“Did you draw those yourself?” He asks, his mouth still half full of food, and points to the drawings and paintings on my walls.
I nod, “Yeah.”
“They’re amazing.”
My eyes go wide.
Michael Clifford just complimented me on my artwork.
I start to choke on my green bean, after I take a sip of water, and can breath properly, I reply, “Thank you.”
His look of worry goes away as he smiled and nods his head, “You’re welcome. This food is amazing, what is it?”
He takes another bite of the chicken, moaning at the taste.
“Chicken and potatoes?” I reply, but it comes out as more of a question.
He really doesn’t remember anything, does he?
“Well it’s delicious.” He grins at me, and immediately goes back to shoving food in his mouth.
Apparently he forgot what manners were too.
In less than ten minutes, Michael’s eaten the two largest pieces of chicken, more than half of the potatoes, and only a few green beans. I ate the rest, which wasn’t very much.
“I have to take this up. Be-”
“Quiet, I’ve caught on my now.” he nods.
I blush, but smile lightly at him. When I close my door, I let out a breath, suddenly feeling exhausted. Everything that’s happened today, the stupid flashback to that horrid night, Adam calling me, Michael showing up, having to hide him and try and figure out what is wrong with him, that discussion with the family, the new rules, It’s all making my head hurt.
“Wow, you ate all of that?!” Brandon’s surprised voice only makes my head hurt even more.
“Yeah.” I deadpan, not in the mood to deal with him.
“I bet she’s eating for two.” Tiffany whispers, so the parents can’t hear.
“Coming from you.” I scoff, and load my dishes into the dishwasher.
Tiffany gasps, as if she’s shocked. No one thinks it, but she’s a huge slut. She comes off as this perfect girl, who could do no wrong, when in reality she’s hooking up with the whole football team. If she wants to be that way, then by all means I’ll let her. But if she comes crying to me with an STD, I’ll only laugh. I start to head for the stairs, but get stopped.
“Andy, help clean everything up.” Phillip instructs.
I roll my eyes, but do as I’m told. Tiffany and Brandon are told to help me, but they don’t of course. After all of the leftovers are in containers, and in the fridge, I finally escape and tiredly walk to my room.
Michael’s looking at my laptop again, with his eyebrows furrowed, and it looks like he is thinking really hard.
“Remember anything?” My voice sounds just as tired as I do.
He shakes his head, still staring at the screen, “No, nothing.” He looks up at me, and his eyes go wide, “You look dead.”
I laugh lightly, “No, I’m fine, lets-” I’m interrupted by a yawn, “keep looking to try and jog your memory.”
“I can do that, but you need to sleep.” he decides, and moves to sit on the floor.
“What? No, I’m fine, come back up here.” I yawn again, right after I say that.
He shakes his head, “No, get some sleep, I’ll be fine down here.” He reaches over and turns off the light.
“There’s extra pillows and blankets in my closet.” I comment, then drift off into sleep.
…
The sound of pound wakes me up. I had just had this crazy dream too. I was home alone, and Michael Clifford showed up at my house. I never had this crazy of dreams anymore, and it was entertaining.
Like that could ever happen.
“Andy! Wake up!” The pounding on my door continues, with my mothers irritating voice.
I groan and roll over, squinting my eyes open. A light snoring makes my head snap towards the ground. A bright red head full of hair pops into my vision.
“Oh shit.” That wasn’t a crazy dream, Michael Clifford is curled up on my floor, drooling on my pillow.
“Andy!”
“I’m up!” I shout, momentarily forgetting that there’s a sleeping Australian curled up in a My Little Pony duvet.
“Phillip and I are going out, I need you to watch after Ruth.” She says through my door. Thank god I locked it as I came in last night, or something horrible could have happened.
I glance at my alarm clock to see that it’s nearly noon.
“What about Brandon, or Tiffany?” I question, and Michael doesn’t even stir from the noise.
“Tiff’s at Brittany’s, and Brandon’s leaving for Sean’s soon.”
I groan, it’s not that I didn’t want to watch Ruth, it’s that I didn’t want to do it now. I’m still exhausted.
“Fine.” I huff.
“She should be awake soon, get up and get ready for the day.” With that I hear her footsteps disappear upstairs. I roll my eyes.
As if I’m getting ready on a Saturday.
My groans are muffled by my pillow as I shove my face into it, just wanting to go back to sleep. After a few minutes, I hear the garage door open and close, signalling that the parents are gone. I look down, to see that Michael is still snoring into my pillow.
I scribble out a quick note to him,
‘If I’m not there when you wake up, don’t look for me.
Stay quiet.
-Andy’
I make my way upstairs, and immediately turn on the coffee maker. The sound of explosions makes me jump.
“What the hell was that?!” I screech, and turn around to see Brandon playing on his Xbox.
“As if you’ve never heard someone getting blown up.” He scoffs.
“I thought you were supposed to be gone?” I yawn, pulling out some waffles and throwing them into the microwave.
“Sean’ll be here in like 5 minutes.” He murmurs, his attention fully on the TV screen.
I roll my eyes, and make my coffee, then butter and drown them in syrup. I’m halfway through my third waffle, when Brandon announces that he’s leaving. Right as he slams the door, Ruth starts crying. I finish my coffee quickly, and scurry to her nursery.
“Hey doll, what’s wrong?” I grin at her, as she continues to cry.
“You need a diaper change? I think so.” I change her diaper, then lift her out of her crib.
“Is that better?” She’s stopped crying, so I’ll take that as a yes.
“Lets get you some breakfast.” I take her into the kitchen, and whip up a bottle for her.
I suddenly remember that Michael is downstairs. Once her bottle is finished, I give it to her, and carry her downstairs with me. I hear commotion in my bedroom, so Michael must be awake. I open my door, and see him rubbing his eyes while sitting on my bed.
“Good morning.” His head snaps towards me when I speak.
“Good morning.” His raspy morning voice, combined with his accent, makes my heart race.
“This is Ruth, my half sister.” I grin at her, as she stares at Michaels hair as if she’s in a trance. Michael stands up, and walks towards us, grabbing one of Ruth’s hands.
“Nice to meet you Ruth, I’m Michael.” She reaches for his hair, and I giggle at both of them.
“Everyone’s gone. You hungry?” The moment I say the word hungry, his stomach rumbles.
“Yes, but I need to use the bathroom first.” His cheeks turn a shade of pink.
My eyes widen and I nod, “Go right ahead, I’ll be upstairs when you’re done.”
He nods and scurries off to the bathroom. Ruth makes a noise when he leaves, and is frowning. I laugh and start to attack her with kisses. She squeals, and tries to get away, but she can’t. Her little laughter is so adorable.
After I’ve gotten tired of drowning her in kisses, and she looks like she’s on the verge of crying, I stop. I take her upstairs, and play around with her, waiting for Michael to hurry up.
Finally, I hear footsteps, so I turn around and see Michael with his red hair all over. He looks so attractive in my brothers sweatpants, I have to force myself to look away from him.
“You’re probably starving, we have cereal, waffles, eggs, toast, pancake mixture, this local nutritious crap that Tiffany eats.” I stick a tongue out just thinking of her thick drink that looks like throw up.
“I’m not sure what any of those are.” Michael says embarrased, scratching the back of his neck.
I think for a moment, “I think you’d be a pancake kind of person.”
“Okay….” He replies unsurely.
“But it requires two hands for me to make them, and setting up her high chair is a pain in the ass. Could you hold her?” I ask and bite on my lip while I wait for him to reply.
“Sure!” He reaches out his hands eagerly.
Who knew that Michael Clifford would be such a softie around children.
I grin, and hand her over to him, then give him her bottle. Ruth immediately reaches for his hair, and actually gets a grip on it. She starts to tug and pull it, making him wince.
“I’m sorry, she is a hair puller. Just give her her bottle and hopefully she’ll stop.” I have to be careful not to laugh at him, as Ruth keeps on playing with his hair.
I get out the pancake mixture, and start to mix it all together. I hear Ruth making little noises, and smile at myself.
Once the batter is ready, I take out a pan and put it on the stove, and wait for it to warm up.
“How’s she doing?” I turn around to see him staring at her fondly.
“Great.” His voice is soft, and there’s a smile on his face that I doubt anything could ruin.
I take a step towards the both of them, and reach out to smooth Ruth’s hair out. Michael and I lock eyes, and my heart flutters.
“She really likes you.” my voice is just above a whisper.
His gorgeous light blue-green eyes stay locked in mine, “And I really like her.”
Something hard smacks me through the face. A thud hits the ground, and I look down to see Ruth’s empty bottle.
“Ireally like her.” Michael laughs.
“The little brat always throws it at me when she wants more.” I grumble, and pick it up.
The pan is hot enough, so I pour the perfect amount of batter into the pan, and let it cook. I quickly make Ruth a new bottle, and hand it to Michael, then go back to the pancakes and flip it.
Ten minutes later I’ve made five pancakes, three for Michael and two for me. I’ve buttered them and drown mine in syrup, but let Michael chose how much me wants.
He skillfully eats and holds Ruth on his lap at the same time. He’s even careful to not get syrup all over.
The second he has his first bite of pancake in his mouth, I can tell that he loves it.
“I’ll make more.” I grin as he’s halfway finished his plateful.
He doesn’t argue, but continues to eat. I make another five pancakes, three more for him and two more for me. We finish our breakfast, and I get an idea to job his memory.
I connect my phone to our stereo, an start to play 5sos’s album. He listens closely, but in the end shakes his head. I play other bands I know he enjoys, but get the same answer.
I give up on music, “Let’s try movies.”
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Authors note:
So this chapter is terrible and I’m sorry. I’m in that place where I know what the beginning and ending of the story are gonna be, I just don’t know the middle.
I could really use some ideas! What do you guys think is going to happen?
Comment what you think’ll happen!
Also vote if you enjoyed it!
Ps, the picture on the side is of Jennifer Connelly, who I chose to be Andy’s mom! I think the picture perfectly depicts her.
Here I sit, on the floor of my bedroom, trying not to freak out, while Michael Clifford lays snoring lightly in between my sheets. Never in my whole life, would I have thought that anything like this would ever happen. I keep having to pinch myself, so I know it’s not a dream.
I’m sitting on my floor, with my legs crossed, and my Mac on my lap. I keep searching things about Amnesia, and on every website it says to go to a doctor immediately.
I completely understand why Michael doesn’t want to go, hospitals are creepy and stuff, but if he can’t rememberanything, he really needs to go to the hospital.
I look up at him again, still amazed at how quickly he fell asleep. Basically the second that his head hit the pillow he was out. He must have been exhausted.
All to come and see me.
I pinch myself again, and see that Michael is still there, in my bed.
Michael Clifford is is my bed OH SWEET BABY JESUS WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS???
Calm down Andy, or you might start actuallyyelling.
“I’m calm, I’m calm.” I whisper to myself, even though it’s a complete lie.
I log onto Twitter, and see if the boys know that Michael’s missing, I mean of course they have to, he’s their bandmate!
They’ve been tweeting the regular stuff about writing with other celebrities, or being excited for the next show. I guess that they’re hiding it, so that the fans don’t freak out.
I hurry and type out a DM to Ashton, him being the only member that follows me. When he did first follow me, I was freaking out, and having the worst ‘seizure’ Brandon’s ever experienced.
I quickly type it up,
'Hey, Ashton, if you didn’t know this, Micheal’s not with you. He showed up at my doorstep today, and can’t remember, please reply.’
I send it, hoping that he might see it, even though I know deep down that he won’t.
Glancing at the time, I start to freak out, because Brandon will be home in less than an hour. Tiffany won’t be long after him, then the parent’s and Ruth will get home a little while after them. If they see him, or even know that he was here, they’ll definitely freak out, and I don’t even want to think of what they’ll do to me.
I jump to my feet, and put my Mac on my dresser. And scribble a note out to Michael.
'My famliy is going to be home soon, if I’m not in my room, don’t look for me,
***DO NOT MAKE ANY NOISE
-Andy’
I place it on my dresser, so he will definitely see it if he does wake up and I’m not in my room. The only think I know about this whole situation, is that no one can know that he’s here.
Taking two stairs at a time, I make my way upstairs to our kitchen. Food is out everywhere, along with dirty dishes, and my school work. I quickly shove the food into their containers and back into the fridge. Placing the dishes into the dishwasher without even rinsing them, one of my moms biggest pet peeves, but I don’t care at the moment.
I shove all of my schoolwork into my bag, not caring if stuff gets crumpled. The kitchen is spotless, so I make my way downstairs. I put my backpack in my room, before heading into my bathroom to see how dirty it is.
There’s a few towels out of place, and the shower curtain is wide open. My tooth brush and tooth paste are strewn across the counter. Letting out a breath, I clean everything up, making sure that mom wouldn’t bug me about it. Calling her a neat freak would be an insult to neat freaks. She’s a cleaning Nazzi, and if it’s not perfect, she’ll go off lecturing me about being lazy and sloppy, for an hour. It’s happened before, and believe me, it’s not a pleasant experience.
I check on the washer, to see if Michaels clothes are nearly clean. They are clean, so I throw them in the drier, along with some of my clean clothes, so it doesn’t look like I’m just cleaning guys clothes, because that wouldn’t go down well.
I hear the back door open, and my eyes go wide, how can be home already?
“Why are you home so early?” I question as I make my way upstairs.
“Your mom wants us to have a family talk or some shit.” He rolls his eyes, and walks into his room.
A groan escapes my lips, “And she didn’t bother to tell me?”
He comes back into the kitchen, and shrugs. Brandon opens the fridge, grabbing the box of left over pizza. My eyes go wide as he opens it.
“Holy shit Andy, were you hungry much?” He scoffs, taking a huge bite of a piece of pizza.
“Schools lunch is shit you know that.” I quickly make up a lie.
“Yeah, but there were four more pieces in there last night, you cow.” He contradicts himself, because a huge piece of food comes flying out of his mouth as he insults me.
“Whatever you say.” I pat his back, pulling out a glass to get a drink. Who knew that hiding a famous guitar player in your bedroom would be so much work? Not me, that’s for sure.
“Water’s not the only thing you’re thirsty for.” Brandon sniggers.
“Yeah, you and Mr. Hall seemed to be getting pretty cozy.” Tiffany joins in as she walks in the back door.
I roll my eyes, and start to sing the nonsense of what sounds like the part of Lion King where they’re rising Simba into the air. I continue singing, and rise both of my middle fingers, flipping both of them off.
Tiffany huffs, and tosses her hair over her shoulder, bumping into me as she struts into her bedroom. She’s always such a heinous bitch to me, but I understand why. Her and Brandon’s mom died of cancer a few years ago, and out of the blue their dad marries my mom. They can’t take it out on their dad, or my mom, so why not take it out on me?
Still, it sucks, massively. I gulp down another drink of water, wondering if Michael’s still asleep or not. I mean he should be, he looked like he could sleep for a month.
The sound of the garage interrupts my thoughts on the sleeping guitarist in my room. My mom’s car pulls in first, followed by Phillips. I fill up my water, knowing that I’ll most likely need something to help me buy time to think.
Mom enters the back door, with Ruth in her car seat.
“Ruthie!” I squeal, and run over to her, taking her from mom.
“Well hello to you too Andrea.” Phillip jokes, making me cringe when he uses my full name.
“Phil.” I nod at him, and return my attention to Ruth. Phillip lets out a sigh, because I used his nickname, that no one but me calls him. He’s told me numerous times that he hates the nickname, but I only use it when he calls me by my full name.
“Everyone be at the kitchen table in five minutes.” Mom’s voice calls from their bedroom.
Some serious shit is about to go down.
I hear my phone vibrate, and look around for it. I must have forgot about it when Michael showed up, because I find it on the counter, where I set it after Adam called me. Speak of the devil.
Adam’s Apple
'Good luck tonight ;)’
I’m confused by the text, so I don’t bother to reply to it. Ruth squeals in my arms, and turns to face me. She starts tuggig on my pony tail, causing my head to ache. Her face when she see’s me in pain is so adorable, that it’s worth it.
“Tiffany, get out here!” Phillip calls. I look up to see that everyone’s at the table, but Tiffany.
She stomps out of her room in leggings and a Nike t shirt. She always wheres her cheerleading uniform to school, which confuses me because, man those things look tight and very uncomfortable. She slumps down in her usual seat, which is as far away from me as she can get, with an irritated huff.
“I’ve heard that you three aren’t getting along too well.” Mom laces her fingers together, staring seriously at Tiffany, Brandon, and I.
I snort, “That’s an understatement.” Which earns a glare from everyone at the table over the age of two.
“Andy’s just kidding, we get a long great! Can I go back to my room now?” Tiffany uses her fake voice, like she always does when she’s talking to my mom.
“Nice try, but no.” Phillip gives Tiffany a stern look.
“Brandon?” Mom asks him, to get his opinion.
“Everything’s fine.” He crosses his arms across his chest, and looks extremely bored.
Mom sighs, rubbing her temples, “I got a call from Adam today, saying that Andy thinks everyone here hates her, well besides Ruth of course. Is that true Andy?”
Now is when my glass of water comes in handy. I press it to my lips, taking very slow sips, whilst plotting how to murder Adam in my head.
Mom’s still looking at me expectantly when I swallow.
“Yup.” I pop the 'p’, as if it’s no big deal that I think everyone hates me. Which it isn’t that big of a deal, I understand why, I kinda hate me too.
“Well, that could not be farther from the truth. Everyone here loves one another, and no onehateseach other, understand?” She says, as if it’s a rule, and we have to love each other, and we’re not allowed to hate each other.
“Yes ma'am.” The three of us reply in sync.
“And to make sure that everyone believes that, from now on, every other weekend we’re going to do something as a family. No friends, electronics, or whining is allowed. It’s just going to be us spending time together.”
“What?” Tiffany screeches at the same time that Brandon and I ask, “No electronics?”
“This is the rule from now on, and there’s no if’s and’s, or but’s about it. I do not want to hear any whining either.”
We’re all left speechless, with our mouths wide open.
“This will commence next weekend, because frankly I’m too tired to do anything this weekend.” She announces.
I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing that today never happened.
“You’re excused.” Phillip says after a few seconds. I immediately get up, and take Ruth to her room. After placing a quick kiss on her forehead I hurry down to my room, trying to hold back the tears, but I fail.
They’re streaking down my face by the time I’ve shut my door. I glance over and see that Michael is still asleep, and a wave of relief washes over me. If he was awake, I don’t even know what I’d do.
I collapse onto the ground, leaning my back against my dresser. Small sobs escape my lips, along with a wave of ugly crying. I haven’t cried this hard in a while, but everything’s crashing down, and now I’m left to deal with my problems.
My entire family hates me, my father’s in jail, school is hell, I have no friends, and no one to talk to, I can never sleep, I’m constantly getting called hurtful names by everyone, and I pretend that I don’t care, but I do, deep down I do, and I hate it. Adam tried to make things better, but he only made it worse. Every other weekend is going to be hell, and there’s nothing I can do about it. And to top it all of Michael fucking Clifford showed up at my front door, asking for me, saying that he can’t remember anything.
“Andrea, are you okay?” Michael’s sleepy voice, and his hand touching my shoulder makes me jump.
I scoot away from him, and shove my palm across my cheeks, wiping away the tears.
“I’m fine.” my voice betrays me and cracks.
“You sure?” He looks concerned, but I look away quickly, refusing to meet his eyes.
I nod, and stand up, “I’ll be right back, stay here and be quiet.”
He doesn’t say anything, so I quickly leave, making sure to close the door behind me. I head straight for my bathroom. My knuckles turn white from the grip I have on the counter as I stare at my reflection.
I’ve got bright red eyes, and tear tracks on my cheeks. I look as crappy as I did all day, but I’ve given up caring about how I look a long time ago. I splash some water on my face, and dry it quickly. As I exit the bathroom, mom’s walking out of the laundry room.
“Honey, take care of your laundry.” She says the seconds she see’s me. When she looks at me closer, I look away, and walk past her. I know that she saw that I was crying, but of course she doesn’t say anything.
The sound of her footsteps become quieter as she walks up the stairs. I let out a breath, and lazily take all of my clothes out of the drier. I shove them into a basket, and walk back into my room.
Michael’s looking at the posters on my wall, of bands and musicians that I like. I’ve also hung up some of my drawings or paintings that I really liked. He’s staring at one of my darkest drawings. It’s of a cell, and a man sits in it. A little girl stands on the outside, gripping on the bars. The man had tears streaming down his face, but the little girl looks angry.
I drew it when I was in my stage of hating my father, and myself. One reason I hated him was because he was drunk, and killed someone. My mother was the main reason I hated him though. She hated him with all of the hatred in her body, and she only pushed me into hating him. She convinced me that he was a disgusting, pathetic excuse for a man and a father.
I believed her, but eventually I matured, and saw it how it was. One huge accident. My dad didn’t mean to kill the girl. He shouldn’t have been driving in the first place, but that was poor judgment, because of the alcohol. Him and mom had been arguing a lot, which caused him to drink.
It was all a big mess that I can’t forget about.
“Your clothes are clean.” I clear my throat, shoving the memories to the back of my head.
Michael turns around swiftly, holding a hand to his heart, “Shit, you scared me.”
“Did you not hear the door open and close?”
He shakes his head, “I guess not.”
“Well, here they are. You can wear Adam’s clothes if you want though. Speaking of the bastard.” I hand Michael his clothes, and pull out my phone, sending him an angry text.
'Thanks a lot asshole.’
“Adam’s your..?” Michael looks at me confused.
“Dumbass of an older brother. He’s in college now.” I explain, as I read my new text.
Adam
'Well I wasn’t just going to say nothing, and let you be miserable. What happened?’
I roll my eyes, and quickly type,
'Your good deed backfired. We have to spend every other weekend as a family, no friends, or electronics. It’s going to be hell.’
Adam
'It won’t be that bad. It’s every other weekend.’
My cheeks puff out in anger
'Yeah well when I’m getting murdered by them I won’t have my phone to call you and tell you how bad it is.’
He doesn’t reply, so I shove my phone into my pocket. I look up to see Michael staring at me, and jump, because I momentarily forgot that he was there.
“Oh! Yeah, about you…” I trail off, blushing lightly.
He smiles, then his face turns concerned, “What are we going to do?”
“That’s a great question.” I laugh, but it’s the wrong time to use my terrible sense of humor, “To be completely honest, I have no fucking clue. But I do know, that no one in this house, but me, can know that you’re here. So you have to be completely silent when they’re here, got it?”
Michael nods, “Got it.”
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Authors note:
Chapter 3!
For some reason the last chapter didn’t post all the way on wattpad but I fixed it, so It’s complete now :D
So I write the chapter on wattpad, as a draft, then when I’m ready to post it, I copy it all, and paste it to a draft on tumblr, and for some reason, it doesn’t bold or italicize anything, which is a real big pain my ass so I have to go back and redo everything that’s bolded or italicized, which I do a lotof ;) do you guys know why it does that/ have a way to make it not do that?
What do you think about Andy’s family? I think they’re terrible (aside from Adam, and Ruth, I love them) , but they have a reason to be.
Speaking of Adam, I chose Dylan O’ Brien (heart eyes to the max) to play him, and there’s a picture of him on the side/top! He’s a smart college student, and he has a hobby that you guys don’t know about yet ;)
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p.s. the next chapter of Dollhouse is coming soon, and shit’s about to go down, I’m excited, are you?
Michael fucking Clifford my fucking door. What the fuck? Am I hallucinating? Have scientists from the future created him as a hologram to play tricks on me? Is Ashton Kutcher good to jump out and say that I’ve been punk’d? Is he even really outside my door?
Why don’t you open the damn door and find out you imbecile?
I listen to myself and slowly grasp the doorknob again, turning it, then pulling it open slowly. The first thing I see is bright red hair, again.
“I’m sorry, but are you Andrea Ross?” He asks again, and as I get over the shock of him saying my name, I notice that he’s clutching a familiar piece of paper in his hands.
“Um.. Yes..” I finally speak, and it comes out like a question.
His eyes widen, “You are?”
“Well according to my birth certificate…” I trail off, my terrible sense of humor coming in at the worst time possible.
“What?” His eyebrows knit together, causing his eyebrow piercing to wiggle.
I shake my head, mentally face palming, “never mind, you loon like you’ve been hit by a train, do you want to come in?”
I’m inviting Michael Clifford into my house. Must. Contain. Inner. Fangirl.
“Please.” He breaths, walking in towards me.
He smells of sweat, and dirt, and I’m still amazed by it. He stares at me, and I snap out of my thoughts.
“Do you want some water, food, a shower?” I offer.
He nods, “Yes!”
I don’t know which he’s saying yes to, so I just assume all of the above. I hurry up the stairs signaling him to follow me, and he does. I grab the largest glass we have and fill it up with water, and he drinks it as if he hasn’t drank water before.
I open our fridge and pull out left overs from everything we’ve had to eat all week. He goes straight for the pizza moaning as he gets it in his mouth, not caring that it’s cold.
Here I am, the inner me having a complete (freak out) because Michael fucking Clifford is sitting at my counter moaning a he eats my cold leftover pizza. On the outside I’m freaked out, but calm and not fangirling, which takes a ton of self control.
I keep looking at the paper he’s still holding with a death grip. It looks so familiar, but I just can’t remember what it is. I try to casually read what it says, but I have no luck.
I clear my throat, “Not to um, be rude here or anything, but why are you here? I’m still waiting for Ashton Kutcher to jump out of here somewhere, because let’s face it, this is crazy, your favorite band member doesn’t just come showing up at your doorstep out of the blue, that’s just crazy. Did someone hire you to come here? Are you from the future?”
He stares at me, looking extract confused, while he finished chewing his pizza.
“I um… I don’t know.” His cheeks turn light pink.
I ignore that I just made Michael Clifford blush, “What do you mean, you don’t know?”
He scratches the back of his neck, “I um, I can’t remember anything.”
The look on my face must be pretty amusing because he laughs lightly, before getting serious again, “I know it sounds crazy, but it’s the truth. I woke up a few days ago from this guy poking me, asking if I was okay. My head was in so much pain, and I couldn’t remember anything, at all. All I had was this,” he waves the paper, “and a bunch of money in my pocket.”
I process what he just said. From what it sounds like, he has amnesia, how fucking ironic.
“Can I see that?” I point to the paper.
He looks at it once more before handing it to me, as if it’s the most precious thing in the whole world.
I instantly recognize what it is. A few months before the accident, I wrote 5sos a letter, and sent it, hoping that they’d come to my city and perform so I could see them live. That was three years ago, and Michael still has it?
“Why do you still have this? I wrote it three years ago.” I look up at Michael.
He frowns, “I don’t know, I just woke up with it in, my um,” he pats his pocket, and looks as if he’s deep in thought.
“Pocket?”
“Yes!” He looks so happy, then sad.
“Why did you come here though? Why didn’t you go find someone that could help you?”
“I thought that maybe you could. I thought that because of this letter, I knew you, but just couldn’t remember. I thought that when I finally got here, I’d remember everything, but I didn’t.”
It suddenly hits me, that Michael Clifford has amnesia, and he hasn’t seen a doctor.
“We need to get you to a doctor.” I rush around trying to find my shoes.
“Wait! No!” He exclaims looking panicked.
I stop immediately, “You seriously need to see a doctor if you can’t remember anything.”
He chews on his lower lip, looking at his hands, “I um, have this fear of um,” he blinks a few times then snaps, “hospitals, that’s the word. See I’m remembering! Within a few days I’ll remember everything and be just fine!”
I stare at him intently, “Then what now?”
He takes another drink of water, then looks up at me, “I don’t know.” He shrugs.
I rub my temples, trying to think of something.
“Okay, well I’m sure you need to take a shower, right?”
He nods.
“If you’re done eating, you can do that now. I’m sure I can find some clean clothes that would fit you.” I swallow.
This is actually happening. Michael Clifford is going to shower in my house, and wear my brothers old clothes.
“Okay.” He stands up, gesturing for me to lead the way. I make my way downstairs to Adam’s old room. Mom’s turned it into a workout room for everyone, but I rarely come in here. I open the closet, grabbing one of Adams old t shirts, some sweats, and I blush when I find some boxers. I quickly put them in between the pants and shirt, and grab a pair of socks before turning around, and handing them to him.
“The bathroom is the first door on the left, there are extra towels in the closet. Just incase you don’t remember, shampoo and conditioner are for your hair, and body wash is, well, pretty self explanatory, you know to wash your body.” I shrug, playing with my fingers as I ramble on.
“Alright. First door on the left right?” He questions.
I just nod, and watch him as he disappears out the door. The first thing I do when I hear the shower turn on, is do my surprised/happy dance thing, Brandon calls it me having a seizure. When I catch my reflection in the mirror, my actions instantly still.
My eyes are still red from crying, but they’re not bloodshot. I’ve still got bags under my eyes, making me look like a zombie with glasses. My hair is poking out of my bun, and my wardrobe is anything but classy.
I hurry to my room, and brush out my hair, tying it up. I put some concealer on the blue and purple spots under my eyes, which a rare action. But hey, Michael Clifford is currently naked in my bathroom, I’m gonna put some make up on.
My room is a disaster, so I tidy it as much as I can. I throw all my dirty clothes into the hamper, making sure that my underwear is completely out of site. I make my bed slightly, and kick everything else into my closet.
I still hear the water running, so I pull out my Macbook, one pro of having a super rich step father that’s trying to get on your good side, and look up Amnesia.
Of course, the top result is 5 Seconds of Summer’s song.
Oh, the irony.
I skip the Wikepedia link that shows up, and click on the third one.
“Amnesia refers to the loss of memories, such as facts, information and experiences. Though having no sense of who you are is a common plot device in movies and television, real-life amnesia generally doesn’t cause a loss of self-identity.”
I keep read about the different types and causes of amnesia, and I look read about the one that sounds most like what Michael has.
“Transient global amnesia is a sudden, temporary episode of memory loss that can’t be attributed to a more common neurological condition, such as epilepsy or stroke.
During an episode of transient global amnesia, your recall of recent events simply vanishes, so you can’t remember where you are or how you got there. In addition, you may not remember anything about what’s happening in the here and now.
Consequently, you may keep repeating the same questions because you don’t remember the answers you’ve just been given. You may also draw a blank when asked to remember things that happened a day, a month or even a year ago.
With transient global amnesia, you do remember who you are, and recognize the people you know well. But that doesn’t make your memory loss less disturbing.”
I scroll through, reading every word. A tap sounds on my bedroom door, causing me to jump.
"Jesus, you take quick showers.” I mutter.
“Sorry, I wasn’t sure if this was your room.” He clears his throat.
Once I look up, my eyes widen. His hair is wet, and down, looking more natural. He’s wearing one of Adams old band t shirts, which looks like one that he already owns. He even makes sweatpants look good, which amazes me.
I notice the pile of dirty clothes in his hands. I quickly bookmark the website I’m on and close my laptop.
“I’ll throw those in the wash for you.” I hurry over to him, grabbing the clothes out of his grip.
Our hands brush, and goosebumps form on my arms.
I just touched Michael Clifford, and now I’m washing his clothes.
Once again, the inside of me and the outside are two completely different people.
“Thanks.” He comments as he follows me to the laundry room.
Once everything’s running, I look at the clock.
“We only have two hours until Brandon gets home, what are we going to do?” I start to pace back and forth.
“Who’s Brandon?” He says the name as if it’s some disease.
“My annoying as hell step brother. If he sees you here, who knows what he’ll do. He’ll definitely tell Phillip, saying that I kidnapped you or something crazy, plus he hates your band, so that doesn’t make it any better.” I continue to nervous ramble to myself, until he interrupts me.
“Wait who’s Phillip, and what do you mean by ‘your band’?” The confusion on his face hurts me.
“First of all Phillip is my step dad, and secondly, you don’t remember the band?” My heart breaks when he shakes his head.
I wonder if they’re freaking out at much as me right now.
“Come here.” I walk out of the laundry room, and back to my room.
I pull out everything that I own that has their face or logo on it. Posters, albums, EP’s, shirts, bracelets, everything. I sit down cross legged on my bed, signalling for Michael to do the same. He slumps down right next to me. I can feel his body heat radiating onto me, I can smell my vanilla body wash and my apple shampoo that he used.
I’m surprised by the amount of self control that I have.
“You’re the lead guitarist in 5 Seconds of Summer, you don’t remember that?” I point to him in the picture of the band on their self titled album.
He shakes his head, staring intently at the picture.
I sit up more, looking right at him, “Do you even remember your name?”
“Michael Clifford.” He answers immediately.
“Really? Oh my god, that’s amazing! Do you know your birthday?” I stand up, staring to gain hope.
He shakes his head, “No. I only know that my name is Michael, because of the paper. There were three other names, but none of them felt right”
I frown, “Oh, um okay. Do you remember anything else? Anything?” I’m desperate for him to say yes.
He picks up the most recent poster I have of them, where his hair in the picture is the actual color on his head. Michael stares at it for a while, then sighs and shakes his head, “Nothing.”
Michael then lets out a yawn, and I nearly smack myself.
“Oh my god you must be exhausted. Do you remember when you woke up, or where you woke up?”
He squints his eyes, looking deep in thought, “Um it was three days ago, I think, and the place was, New…. New.”
"York?”
He nods, “Yeah, New York, with the tall buildings, and so many people.” He grimaces.
“How did you get here?” Considering I live very far from New York.
“Um buses, trains, taxi’s, you know.” He shrugs.
I look at him amazed, “All to get here?”
He nods, “It was the only thing I could think of to do.”
I let out a breath, and shake my head, “Wow. Okay, well you look exhausted, so go a head and go to sleep. While I sit here and try not to watch you.” I mumble the last part to myself, thrusting myself out of my bed.
“Wait, what are you going to do?” His eyebrows furrow together.
I blush, then clear my throat, “I’m going to figure out what the hell we’re going to do.”
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Authors Note:
Chapter 2! Yay! So, tell me what you think, by giving it some notes!
I’m excited to write this fanfic, it’s going to be more of a comedy than my other fanfics, because Andy is hilarious.
Speaking of Andy, I chose Emily Rudd, to play her, and there is a picture of her on the side/top. I Imagine her with shorter curly hair, but imagine her however you want :)
Also! this is just so I don’t get charged for plagiarism or whatever, the website I used to talk about amnesia is
The number one most irritating noise in the entire existence of the universe, is the noise of an alarm clock buzzing. Because that’s all it does, is buzz and buzz and buzz until you finally roll over and whack it hard enough to get it to shut up. I mean crying babies at 4 am is a close second to the most annoying thing, believe me, I know exactly what that’s like, but alarm clocks are the most “I’d rather be deaf,” annoying sounds in the world.
Yes it’s Friday and I should be waking up like Cinderella, but no, I’m definitely Ana in the comparison of how realistic people sleep compared to Disney princesses. Even if I am a drooling, hair everywhere, mess like Ana, there’s no way in hell I’m singing after I get ready. Who even does that, life isn’t High School Musical, you can’t just sing whenever you want.
If I did sing in every situation I could, everyone in the world would be deaf. Then they wouldn’t have to deal with alarm clocks. Maybe I’d go deaf if I sang more.
“Andy, get up!”
Queue the third most irritating noise in the entire existence of the universe.
I let out a huge groan, and fall out of bed. I literally fall, like I thought there was more bed, but nope. So here I sit, lying on the false carpet of my cold bedroom, questioning life. It’s 6:53, on a Friday morning, do I really have to wake up and go to school?
“Andy, now, you can’t be late again.”
Yes, I really have to wake up. Groaning again I thrust myself up off my floor and trudge out of my room, to the bathroom. Thank his that I’m the only one who sleeps in the basement, because there’s no way I could share a bathroom with any of my siblings.
Moms in the laundry room, trying to find something to wear like always. I don’t understand why she cares so much, she just sits behind a desk all day, aside from when she’s selling people houses. All I ever wear are sweats and on my good days maybe some jeans.
Today is not one of my good days. After I finish in the bathroom, I zombie walk to my bedroom, hearing my mother sigh before I hear her footsteps go up the stairs. I shut my door and get dressed, throwing on a fresh pair on sweats, and a hoody over the t shirt I’m wearing now. I throw my hair up, not caring what it looks like. After I throw on some socks and shoes, I grab my phone, keys, and backpack.
“Andy!” My mother screams for the third time this morning.
“I’m coming!” I shout back as I stomp up the stairs.
“Watch your tone with me young lady.” Mom scolds me, which I return with an eye roll.
“Bye mom! Have a wonderful day!” I shout sarcastically as I slam the back door, and open the drivers side door of my crappy Honda.
“God it’s about time.” Brandon sighs, turning on the radio as soon as I turn on the car.
“Oh shut up you little insect.” I whisper and smack his hand away from the radio.
I glance in the rear view mirror to make sure that Ruth is safe in her car seat. After I finally pick a good radio station, I pull out of our garage and head to Ruth’s nanny. Since she’s only a year and a half old, and both of the parents in our household work full time, she goes to the nanny every day while everyone’s at school and practice, etc.
Once I’m outside of Jenny’s house, and the car is off I carefully take Ruth out of the car, in order not to wake her. Even though she is a deep sleeper, waking her up while she’s sleeping peacefully is not a good idea.
“Good morning Andy!” Jenny chirps in her irritating barbie doll voice.
“Hi.” I glance up at her, then return my gaze to Ruth.
“Okay, Ruthie, see you tonight. Have fun with Barbie.” I whisper as I kiss her forehead.
Reluctantly I hand her over to Jenny.
“See you Monday morning! Have a great day Andy!” She widely grins at me.
I nod at her and walk away. I continually am amazed that no matter how loud or how much Jenny talks, Ruth never wakes up. But when I even talk in my normal voice, she wakes up screaming.
As I drive away from Jenny’s house, I crank the radio, and drum my fingers on the steering wheel. Brandon groans, and I grin evilly, then I start to sing (more like screech) along with the song. His hands immediately go to his ears, as he shouts at me to shut up.
Two seconds later we pull up to our school, right next to the gym entrance where I always drop him off. I slam on the brakes and turn town the radio.
“Get out.”
“Gladly, god you’re such a freak!” He exclaims then slams the door and runs into the building.
I roll my eyes, and drive away, completely use to the names that he, and everyone else call me.
Once I’m at Starbucks my mood brightens slightly. Coffee makes everything better.
“The usual.” I say to the worker, and he punches it into the computer, knowing my order by heart, since I do come here every day; a caramel macchiato and a plain buttered croissant.
By the time I’ve driven back to the school, found a parking spot, and eaten my croissant the tardy bell rang ten minutes ago. I lazily stroll through the school continuing to sip on my warm coffee. Eventually I end up in the office, signing a late slip. I sloppily write that “Starbucks or school, you choose.” As the excuse, and once it’s signed by an ornery woman who’s name I still haven’t cared enough to learn, I head to math.
“Ms. Ross, how nice of you to join us.” my balding math teach exclaims once I hand him my slip.
“It’s great to be here, Bill.” I wave my had behind me as I walk to my seat, earning a few snickers from the class.
“As I was saying…” Blah blah blah, it’s too early to think about math right now.
I doodle all over my binder as Mr. Reed teaches something I will most likely never use in life.
No wonder I’m failing this class.
I sigh, and attempt to pay attention to what he’s saying but it’s so incredibly boring.
When the bell finally rings, I lazily exit the room, ignoring the looks that Mr. Reed. The next hour I have is Financial Literacy, and I don’t pay attention in that, Physics, or English. Lunch rolls around, and I go through my usual routine; buy nasty food that is only half edible, find an empty seat, eat the stuff that doesn’t taste like cardboard, dump the rest, sit by locker until the bell rings, listening to my musical choice of the day during the whole lunch hour of course. I would go out to have lunch, but I spend my allotment of cash on gas and StarBucks everyday, so sadly I can’t afford the luxury of McDonald’s for lunch.
Gym is torture like always, especially after lunch, like who would put a child through torture like that? Today we played dodge ball, so double torture.
Finally, the last hour of the school day arrives, and it’s the only class that I actually enjoy; Art.
“What are you working on today, Andy?” Ms. Abbott surprises me, making me jump slightly.
“Just a black and white self portrait.” I answer, slightly embarrassed.
“It shows a lot of emotion, you’re a true artist, keep it up and you’ll be famous.” She grins at me, then walks away.
I stare at the dark drawing I front of me. It shows me lying flat on my back in the middle of the road, dark clouds above me, and rain falling, the tiny droplets resting on my face. I used to paint, and draw, with loads of different colors, they were all so bright and happy.
That’s not how it is anymore. For three years now, anything I’ve done has always been in black and white. Ever since that damn night, that changed my life forever.
“Andy, go call your father, will you? He should be home by now, dinner’s getting cold.” Mom ask’s, rubbing her temples. She’d been getting migraines lately, and all she wanted to do is have a nice family dinner. We haven’t had one in months, because dad started working later, and mom has been to tired from her work.
I look over at Adam, but he’s too busy texting Katie, his actually serious girlfriend. They’ve been together for a month now, and he’s happier than ever, but he’s constantly with her. Not that it matters, he thinks I’m an annoying pest, so he never is around me anyway.
In the family room, we have a phone, and that’s the only one I’m allowed to use. Mom doesn’t allow me on hers, and I’ve never touched Adam’s, not that I want to, who knows what a 17 year old teenage boy has on their phone. I dial dad’s number, and wait for it to ring.
“What?” he asks gruffly.
“Mom wants to know when you’ll be home.”
“I’m almost there, probably ten minutes, you can all eat without me.” He slurs, and I know he’s been drinking, again.
“Okay, drive safe, love you.” I sigh.
“Love you too.” He grumbles, then hangs up.
I walk back into the kitchen, “He says to eat with him, that he’d be ten minutes.”
Mom sighs, “Go ahead, I’m not hungry anymore.” She then leaves, making me frown.
I serve myself some cold Ziti, and chew on the cold pasta. I glance up at Adam, to see him shoving food in his mouth, whilst texting.
“Who knew you multitask.” I mutter.
“Shut up tiny.” He sends me a quick glare, then focuses back on his phone.
I sigh again, and push away my food. I stand up and leave the table, heading straight to my room. The walls are light pink, with flowers all over them. I’ve kept bugging mom and dad about changing it, to more mature colors, instead of keeping the colors I picked out when I was six. They always brush it off, saying we’ll redo it soon.
I grab my sketch pad from my table, and collapse on my bed. Paging through everything I’ve ever drawn, I stop on my latest one. The back of a girl, who has long, gorgeous blonde hair. She’s holding a white rose, and has loads of different kinds of flowers in her hair. She’s standing in a field of gorgeous flowers, and the sun is shining down on her.
I’m reminded of Rapunzel, but a more modern version. I’ve colored it with my new pastel colored pencils I saved up for, and love. Once I’ve finished the sky, I start on the field, and here the phone ring.
“Hello?” Mom’s the one that answers the phone.
“This is she.”
“What?” her voice is light, and shocked, and my stomach instantly drops.
“I’ll be there right away.” I can tell that she’s about to start crying.
I walk out of my room, and see her hang up the phone with her hand on her mouth.
“Mom what happened?” Adam asks, standing up.
“Your father, he was driving, and he didn’t see the girl crossing the street. They said that he was drunk.”
My eyes widen and a gasp leaves my lips.
“I need to go to him.” Mom’s already got her keys in her hand, and is slipping on her shoes.
“We’re coming with you.” I say, but mom shakes her head urgently.
“No, there’s not enough time, you two stay here.” She decides, and is out the door.
I look at Adam pleadingly.
“Did he sound drunk when you talked to him?” his voice is completely serious.
“Adam, you kn-”
“Did he sound drunk?!” He shouts, causing me to flinch.
I just nod, and look away from him.
“And you didn’t bother to tell us that?!”
“I didn’t want to stress out mom more, and you never listen to me!” tears form in my eyes.
“If it was about him I would have.” he’s not shouting anymore, but what he says hurts me, causing a tear to stream down my face.
Adam walks away, leaving me alone in my thoughts.
We’re at our house, without a single word from anyone for two hours. Two hours of self loathing, and blaming myself. Finally the phone rings, and Adam’s the first one to it.
“Hello?”
I move closer to Adam, to try and hear what’s going on. He pushes me away, sending me a glare.
“Seriously? Okay, hurry and be safe.” He hangs up and starts to walk away.
I grab his arm, turning him around with all my strength, “What did she say?”
He pushes me away, making me repel back and hit the wall, causing a sharp pain to shudder down my back, “She’s coming home, alone.”
I look up at Adam shocked, that he actually hurt me like this. He walks away without another word. I slide down the wall in shock, of everything that’s going on. The second the door opens, I’m to my feet, asking mom what happened.
We all end up at the kitchen table, that still has our cold dinner on it.
“You’re father was arrested for vehicular homicide. He hit a little girl who was crossing the street, and she died instantly.”
I’m shocked, while Adam opens his mouth immediately.
“Was he drunk?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing the answer already.
“Yes, he was driving while intoxicated.”
“Jesus Andy this is all your fault!” He shouts, standing up.
“What?” mom asks, completely lost.
“Andy knew that dad was drunk when she talked to him on the phone, and just like the child she is, she didn’t bother to tell either of us!”
I look up at mom, with guilty eyes.
“Is this true?” She whispers.
“It’s not the first time, so I just assumed everything would be fine.” Oh how I wish I could disappear right now.
“Telling us could have prevented this Andrea, you could have prevented this.”
The look she gave me, is one I can see every day, and try to forget.
All I want to do is forget, but I never can.
My father was sentenced to fifteen years in prison. I haven’t gone to visit him, mom refuses to let me. I used to write him letters, but eventually mom stopped letting me. She despises him, and doesn’t want anything to do with him. Adam’s 21 now, so he can see him if he wants. He’s done it behind moms back once, made me promise not to tell her about it. I wanted to go with him so badly, but he wouldn’t let me.
Mom got married two years later, moved on real quickly. She never really loved dad, she just stuck with him because of me and Adam. She married a big shot pediatric surgeon, and is the happiest I’ve ever seen. Phillip, has two kids of his own. I got a new step sister, Tiffany, the head cheerleader that’s a senior at my school, she loathes me, and lives to make my life hell. Brandon, is the most irritating fifteen year old I’ve ever met. Him and his friends love to torment me, and prank me.
A few weeks after mom and Phillip got married, she announced that she was pregnant. Ruth looks like both mom and Bill, she’s got black hair, and bright blue eyes. She’s the only one in our house that doesn’t hate me.
“Andy?” Mrs. Abbott snaps her fingers in front of my face.
“Oh, sorry.” I blink and look up at her.
“The bell rang, schools out, go home so I can too and watch Gossip Girl.” She shoo’s me away, causing me to grin.
“See you tomorrow Jules.” I say over my shoulder as I leave the room, holding my sketchpad to my stomach.
“See you.” She answers.
It’s pretty sad when you’re art teacher is the person you talk to the most at school.
Sighing, I make my way out to my car, and drive straight home, excited for a few hours to be alone. Mom and Phillip have work, Tiffany always has cheer practice, and Brandon’s either at football or with his friends. I’m the one that doesn’t have a life and stays home everyday.
Not that I’m complaining, it’s great to be alone. I can blast my music, eat all I want, and not care about anything, sometimes I don’t even wear pants, because I don’t have to. It’s that great. Then they all come home eventually, and it goes back to normal.
My music suddenly turns off, and my phone starts to buzz. I look at it to see that Adam’s calling me.
“Adam!!!!” I scream.
“Jesus Andy, I’m gonna go deaf.”
“Well hello to you too.” I grumble, with a mouth full of leftover pizza we had for dinner last night.
“How are things?” He asks, knowing my situation at home.
I sigh, “Still the same, they all still hate me.”
“They don’t hate you Andy.” Adam groans.
“Yes they do.” I reply in sing song.
He sighs, “Ruth doesn’t, she adores you. How is the little booger?”
“She’s good, still going to Barbie’s house everyday.” I walk around the house, not knowing what else to do.
“Mom’s still working full time?” He sounds shocked.
“Yup.” I pop the ‘p’.
“God almighty, Phillip makes more than enough to support everyone, there’s no reason for her to be at work.” I can tell that he’s putting his face in his hands.
“She goes just so she doesn’t have to be around me.” I mumble.
“Andy.”
“Adam.” I copy his tone.
“She doesn’t hate you.”
“Whatever you say. How’s college?” I change the topic, because I don’t want to talk about our mother, and I want to know how he’s doing.
“It’s great, the classes are a difficult, of course, but the parties, the girls, it’s great, you’d love it Andy.”
I scoff, “If it’s anything like high school I doubt that.”
“Do they still bring it up?” he immediately asks.
“Every damn day.”
Adam sighs, “I’m sorry Andy, they don’t even know the whole story, so just ignore them, you know it’s not your fault, right?”
I stay silent.
“Andy?”
“I could have prevented it Adam, you said so yourself.” My voice is weak, and on the verge of tears.
“Andy, it was three years ago, we’ve gone over and over this, it was not your fault at all. I was an ass back then, you of all people know that, but what I said was so wrong. Even if you did tell one of us, what would we have done, called him and had him get into an accident, and possibly die?”
“We could have went to pick him up, or had him catch a cab, or-” he interrupts me.
“Stop, just stop. You think about it a lot don’t you?”
“Constantly.”
Adam sighs, “have you been taking the pills?”
“I ran out of them months ago, and mom hasn’t bothered to notice that they’re empty.”
Adam’s quiet for a few moments, “Sometimes I think you’re better off living with me.”
“Me too.” I whisper.
“I have to go, my roommates home, and needs help with something. I’ll talk to you soon, just talk to mom will you? You need those pills Andy.” Adam speaks quickly, and seriously.
I hear noise in the background, “I will.” Complete lie.
“Okay, love you tiny.”
I smile at the old nickname, that I used to hate, “Love you too, Apple.”
Adam laughs lightly, then hangs up. I sigh, and toss my phone on the counter. I walk into the bathroom, and wince at the site of me. My eyes are bloodshot, with huge bags underneath them, my hair is all over, and my wardrobe is boring. Overall I look like a zombie. Turning on the water, I splash some on my face, trying to rid the bags under my eyes. I give up after a few seconds.
I stock downstairs to my bedroom, grabbing my glasses, so I can actually see the homework that I’m not going to do. I notice clothes all over my floor, and groan, knowing that mom will yell after me if she see’s it. Right as I start to clean up my room, the door bell rings.
My head snaps to my window, and I don’t see any car in my driveway. The doorbell rings again, and I start to walk slowly towards the door, slightly worried by it, because I never get anyone knocking on the door when I’m home alone.
The person knocks on the door, repeatedly.
“Calm your tit’s I’m coming!” I exclaim, as I make my way up the stairs. I open the door with a glare on my face.
“What do yo-” my voice stops working when I see a head full of bright red hair.
“Are you Andrea Ross?” his Australian accent sounds exhausted, and out of breath.
My eyes widen, not believing my eyes. Michael Clifford stands at my door step, looking like he just got hit by a bus. What do I do?
I slam the door in his face.
authors note:
New Michael fanfic! I know that he’s not in this chapter a ton, but it’s more of an introduction to Andy’s life than it is actually getting into the Michael part.
What do you guys think? If it gets enough attention and people tell me to continue, I will because I have some amazing ideas for it, and I’m excited.
I’m still writing Dollhouse (Luke), but I though this would be fun to write too. Both of the stories are going to be updated slower than usual though, because my life is so busy at the moment.
