she's a dark pastel ; michael clifford au

Chapter 23

SKYLAR'S P.O.V.

"Be careful, Ashton!" Martha complained as the blonde boy had passed on a speed bump a little too fast. It had been about a week and a half since the surgery and Martha and the baby, who she decided to name Erin in the end, were finally finally on their way home. Erin was in the incubator for 11 days so her tummy could fully develop. She wasn't eating right and whatever went into her always came right back up. The doctors had to inject nutrients into her through the multiple needles that were in her skin. Luckily, in the end she turned out fine. Martha has an appointment in a week. 

My birthday rolled around the time we spent at the hospital. It was two days ago, actually. We basically just ate cake with Martha in her hospital room. It wasn't a big party or anything, but I was happy that Martha and Erin were there. 

We entered the doors to the house and breathed in the fresh air. The days before this had been hectic and it was so great to have things back to normal. As normal as they could get with our current situation, anyway. 

"Wittle beby Erin finally gets to see her home, aww" Ashton cooed to the sleeping child and giggled. The instant relief that everything seemed okay now hit me like a truck as I sat down on the couch next to Luke. 

"So.. uh, Skylar, I don't know if you still want to do it, but talent show auditions are in two weeks so.. uh.." Luke muttered sheepishly. I couldn't understand why that boy was starting to get really shy around me again. "I still wanna do it, Luke. Which song do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Kiss me," He paused a little and looked at me, "the version by the Fray." He cleared his throat and looked away. God, this boy is the awkwardest boy I've ever met in my life. It's cute though.

"Alright, that's a good song. We'll practice tomorrow after school, yeah?" 

"Yeah, that sounds great." He smiled and I stood up and went up to my room. I was really exhausted and needed to take a long nap before having to go and endure hell at school once again. I walked into my room and got under the warm covers of my bed as I let sleep take over my body.

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"Why are you asleep?" I heard Michael's voice say as I awakened. 

"I'm not anymore, thanks a lot." I said groggily. He rolled his eyes and positioned himself next to me. I held onto him and buried my face in his shirt. He smelled like the heavens today. "You're cute when you just woke up." He whispered against my hair. "Yeah? Well you're cute when you shut up and let me sleep." We both chuckles at that.

"Sky, how do you feel about Luke?" He asked quietly after a few seconds of silence.. I let go of him a little in order to be able to look him in the eye. "What do you mean?"

"Like, do you think he's nice or is he too shy or... do you like him?" He said the last part bluntly. Does he think I find Luke annoying?

"He's really sweet, Michael. Of course I like the kid." I said before relaxing again. "No, Skylar. I mean do you like him like him." 

"What in the world makes you think I like Luke?" I whispered as I fully separated from him. I was actually kind of hurt that he thinks I would go and develop feelings for someone else while I was with him. 

"Cause he looks at you... differently than he used to. I don't know how to explain it, it's like you guys have formed this friendship overnight. I never even saw it happen. I think he likes you and I'm just afraid that you'll like him back." He stammered.

"Michael Clifford, you are going to tell me that Luke, your best friend, has developed a crush on your girlfriend?" 

"He was being way too friendly with you at the hospital!" He defended. All playfulness was gone from my body as I got serious.

"So if a guy is friendly to me we are automatically in love? Michael, are you trying to tell me that I can't have male friends now without you accusing me of liking them?" I sat up in bed and faced him. 

"No, that's not what I was saying at all, Skylar! You're putting words into my mouth!"

"But you know damn well that it's what you're thinking! Just tell me that you don't trust me, Michael. Get this over with." 

"Just shut up, Skylar! You don't know anything about how guys think and you couldn't possibly know what any guys' intentions are!" He did not just tell me to shut up.

"First of all, don't ever tell me to shut up. Second of all, Luke apparently has "intentions" with me?" I put air quotations around intentions. 

"Yes, Skylar! It's obvious!"

"Fuck you Michael and you sexist viewings that a man and a woman can't be friends without someone getting feelings. And if you don't trust me enough then how is this relationship even going to work out? Just get the fuck out of my room!" I yelled.

"Fine! God, you're so over dramatic!" He yelled back and got off of my bed before stomping out and slamming the door. I let out a sigh and a long groan as I put my head in my hands. I can't believe him. He is being so gross right now, just ew. 

I can't handle men who think they can pick who their girlfriends hang out with and who to talk to and are just completely possessive. I keep telling myself that this fight was a good thing because this way I'm showing Michael that he can't control me. I am my own woman and can make my own decisions. I will not put up with his childish tantrums. If this relationship is going to be taken seriously then we need to have trust in each other. Jesus Christ.

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A/N: Ended this note with Jesus bc Jesus is always the answer. Anyway, I hope you guys liked it. I wasn't feeling in the mood to sleep so I wrote this. I'm pissed cause this bitch at school called me an "illegal alien" when I told her I was an undocumented immigrant. I was really hurt. I had to walk away from the table cause I was on the verge of tears. Fucking racist. She seemed so sweet up until then. God, people are fucking stupid.

Sorry to burden you with my problems, but you guys should make me happy and vote pls!

V O T E ! ! !

Pls.

~Judith