twitter dms//michael clifford (discontinued)

twenty one

violates pov

Everything was black.

My eyes opening, confused of my surroundings. I couldn't see anything. Am I in hell?

I get up and suddenly tripped on something

"Fuck" I muttered.

Suddenly the light turned on making me hiss of the sunlight

"Hey" I heard a unfamiliar voice say

"Who are you?" I rubbed my eyes getting up from the clothes

"It's me"

"That helps a lot"

Getting up still, not looking at the stranger, i glance up and screamed

"Luke Hemmings?" I gasped stumbling back making me fall off my butt

My cheeks heating up, embarrassed that Luke Hemmings is laughing at me

"Shut up" I rolled my eyes getting up

"Where am I?"

"Backstage"

"Why aren't I in the hospital?" I wipe of my pants, glancing that I have footstep prints on them.

"We didn't want to cause attention, probably the fans will probably think one of us are hurt and we don't want to start rumors shall we" he scratched the back of his back

"Oh"

"Yea"

Doing some stretches for my soreness, I ache from the pain.

"ow my neck" I hiss from the pain

"Shit shit I'll get you a ice pack" Luke suddenly stuttered running away to get the ice pack

Sighing, sitting down waiting for my ice pack, I hear a couple of footsteps

"Thank you Luke for the ice -"

"Michael Clifford?"