5sos Imagines

Ugly Pt.2- Michael Clifford

The next day came and you tried looking for Michael.  But you couldn't find him anywhere.  You asked Luke, but Luke had said that Michael wasn't in gym class that day.

And the day after that, you tried looking for Michael, but once again, the red-haired boy was no where to be found.  It was the end of the day and you were starting to give up.  Maybe Michael didn't want to be found.  Maybe it wasn't meant to be.

You sighed as you sat on the bench outside of the parking lot, waiting for your parent/guardian to pick you up.

You felt someone sit down beside you, but you didn't think much of it as you continued to stare down at your phone.

"Um, hey.  Y/N, right?" A quiet voice said from beside you.

You looked up to a red haired boy nervously staring at you.

Nodding, you greeted him with a "What's up?"

"Nothing much.  I'm just waiting for my mom to come pick me up."

"Oh cool."

"Um, thanks for helping me the other day."

You smiled to yourself.  "No problem.  But why were you crying anyways?"

He avoided your question by asking another question, "Why did you even help me?  You didn't have to, you know."

"I know.  But I wanted to help you."

"But why?  You could've just left me alone and pretended that you didn't hear anything."

"Well, I'm not that type of person.  You could've been hurt.  And I'd want someone to do the same for me."

He hesitated before speaking, "I'm ugly."

This took you by surprise.  "Uh, what?"

"I'm ugly.  Everyone says it.  My friends, my family, girls, people online, everyone.  And when I look in the mirror, I feel like that's the truth.  So that's why I was crying in the washroom the other day."

"Oh.  Well, if it makes you feel better, I don't think you're ugly.  You're kinda cute."

"You're just saying that."

"Why would I lie?"

Without responding he looked down and fiddled with his fingers.

"Do you want to come to a party with me?  All my friends are bringing someone and I have no one to go with, so maybe you want to come?"

"Do you mean like a date?"

"Um, yeah I guess." Michael blushed, not breaking his eye contact with the floor.

"Sure thing!"

"Cool."

"Wait, I have another question."

"Shoot."

"Why were you in the girls washroom?  Were you afraid someone would see you or something??"

He chuckled, "No, actually it was because Ashton and Calum were making out in the boys washroom, and I didn't want to interrupt."

You jokingly shivered and gagged.  He played along by fake barfing in your bag.  You playfully hit him on the head.

"AHH YOU BARFED IN MY GUCCI PRADA KLEIN 69 BAG!!1!"

"Oh I'm sorry, your highness.  Would you like me to barf on your gucci prada klein 69 shoes instead??"

You fake scoffed and giggled.  You were about to sass him, when you heard a honk.

"Oh that's my mom, I'd better get going.  See you around, Y/n." The red haired boy started to stand up.

"Wait, how are you going to send me the deets for the party if you don't have my number?" You stood up beside him.

He face palmed and gave you his phone which made you chuckle to yourself as you put in your number.

He took back his phone, but before he could walk to his mini van with his mom waiting patiently, you wrapped your arms around him tightly and whispered into his ear.

"I think you're really cute, especially when you smile.  So, do it more often."

You let go to see Michael's face resembling the colour of his hair as he shyly smiled, murmured out a 'thank you' and went to his mini van.

You smiled to yourself.  You're glad you met Michael.  He made you want to keep a goofy grin on your face and your stomach contained raging butterflies whenever he looked at you.

A/n: I'm sorry I'm late with updating, I was supposed to do it last week but I got hit by the Kpop train and now I'm on the road to becoming Kpop trash (Can I get a WhOoP wHoOp).  But yeh, I was thinking of leaving it here but depending on how I feel, I might write the party scene, but only if I can make it good enough.  And sometimes when I write, I think people might think that I was high or on a acid trip when writing it, but I can assure you, I was not.  But I hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading it.