it's complicated ➵ a.g & m.c

5

Aaron: shít

Me: I'm so confused

Aaron: Your more likely to get with Liam

Me: I don't care, I love Michael

Aaron: it's like a one in a million chance you will date Michael Clifford

Aaron was píssing me off. He knew how much I love Michael and he knew it would hurt me

Me: seriously Aaron, I don't care, you know how much I love Michael, why would you say that?

Aaron: well let's be serious for a moment; you need to find someone to look after you, love you. Liam will. he's honestly one of the sweetest guys I've ever met. You need to let go of your fantasy love life with Michael Gordon Clifford

Aaron: we both know it's impossible and complicated

I sighed in defeat, I knew everything Aaron was saying was right. I just didn't love the fact of letting this whole thing go

me: I'm sorry for snapping, I'm going to bed night slût

Aaron: it's fine, night whöre

-

Sun glared through my bedroom window, causing me to awake from my sleep

I looked down on my draws for my phone. Aaron was calling me at... 1pm! Shít. I've missed college

I answered the phone call

"Ariana where the fück are you? You were supposed to be here hours ago!" he exclaimed, slightly angry

"I overslept" I groaned getting back under my covers

"Well if your not coming, I'm not staying here, I'll be over in 10" he hung up sassily

God I love that boy

I dragged my body downstairs and made some toast with Nutella. By the time I had finished, Aaron was here

"Hey slût" he said stealing a piece of my toast

"Hey whöre" I said snatching back the slice of toast that now had a bite out of it

"So, did you have good night with Liam?" he questioned taking back the toast

"It was good, I actually enjoyed myself-"

"See! I told you" he said nudging my arm

"But-"

"No buts, Ariana! Your happy! A boy that clearly likes you wants to be with you. I know you have your heart set on Michael but let's be honest; when will you meet him? How will he ask you out? Would he ask you out, or would it be complicated with the whole fame and media?"

I stood back. I knew he was right but damn I wish he wasn't

"I know" I mumbled throwing my toast into the bin, loosing my appetite

"I didn't mean to upset you its just-"

"That your telling the truth" I sat on my kitchen workbench and picked at my nail varnish

"Maybe," he came and joined me "you need to let your fantasy go"

I blinked a couple of times. He was right, so right. I needed to stop dreaming about a boy who is too famous for me, an average outsider. Instead, I need someone who is just like me