My children are chilling in Ashton Irwin’s Unproduced semen.

My heart is aching. 💕
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My heart is aching. 💕

Class was never Michael Clifford’s thing. Occasionally he’d go, but usually he ditched just so he could smoke a fag behind the school instead of getting an education. Like he always said, “I’ll just join a band and be set.”

You were the new girl in school who, well…never really dug it either. You went to get away from your overbearing parents and away from the overpowering smell of cigarettes. Smoking was disgusting in your mind, yet everybody around you seemed to enjoy them. Loons they were. 

It was only your third day of the new school and you already hated it. Classes sucked and some guy named mike or something of that sort seemed to never show up for your third period. He was probably another pothead or something , you thought. 

Fourth hour came around and if for some reason you could never find it. You wondered around for what seemed like decades until you finally came to a stop. In front of you was a boy, But not just any boy.

He was cute, yet sexy. Tall, yet average. Muscular, yet soft. Perfect…yet not. 

You hadn’t realized that you were staring until his attention snapped towards you as he pulled out a white and red box from his leather jack. Great, you thought. Another smoker. 

The mystery boy continued to stare as he pulled out a box of matches and with a flick of the wrist, made it spark up with flames. He moved it to the end of the cancer stick and took a few puffs before blowing out a cloud smoke. He pulled the fag away from his lips before sinking his teeth into his bottom one and giving you a smirk. 

"Want one?" He offered, and you just stood there speechless. You finally shook your head no, causing him to shrug as he put the box away into his pocket. He took another puff and you couldn’t help but scoff. This caught his attention. 

"Not a big fan of smokers, I see?" He asked and you gave him a disgusted look with only caused him to laugh. Damn, his laugh was cute, you thought. 

"You know, it’s proven that you’re not supposed to light your cigarettes with matches . The chemicals are bad for you." You mumbled and the boy rose an eyebrow.

"Doesn’t seem to matter if they’re bad when you’re inhaling one of these, doll face." He challenged as he flicked the ash off the end. You were slightly taken back by what he said before realizing he was right. Fuck. 

"How long you’ve been going here? Two, maybe three days?" He asked, and you bit your bottom lip. How could he possibly know that?

"Am I that transparent?" 

"No, but you hafta be new to even consider coming back here." He laughed as he killed the cigarette and stopping it out with his boot. 

"Yeah. It’s not exactly a five star is it?" You snap and he just walked toward you slowly. You can hear him as he walks and the stench of cigarettes get Stronger. You were now right in front of him, and could feel his breath on your face. 

"It’s just that…." He started as he slowly trailed his soft fingertips up your bare right arm sending shivers down your spine. "Everybody know not to come back here anymore." He finished , stopping his fingers on your shoulder. 

"Anymore?" you ask, and he sighed. 

"Let me ask you something." He started as he removed his touch and taking a few steps back. 

"When you walked back here, what ran through your mind?" He asked softly and you just stood there. His eyebrows rose and you shrugged only causing him to chuckle. 

"You were probably thinking, great. I’ve come across the high school punk who thinks he can get away with whatever he wants , am I right?" He asked and you bite your lip. 

"Something along those lines." You mumbled, only causing him to laugh while shaking his head. 

"You see, that’s my point. Girls like you just assume and assume until you make out people like me to be some kind of awful person. It’s disappointing, really." He said, overlooking your body. His eyes didn’t make you feel uncomfortable Like usual, but …wanted?

"Disappointing?" You ask and he takes a step closer. He brings his hand up to cup your cheek softly, and leans down to whisper in your ear. 

"Somebody as pure, and beautiful as you shouldn’t be so judgmental." He whispered before softly trailing his nose across your cheek. You could feel his breath on your lips and his eyelashes flutter on your cheeks. 

"Because at the end of the day, you’ll realize that somebody like you should be with somebody like me." He smirks and thrusts his hips into yours causing you to gasp. At this moment you realize he’s only after one thing, sex. 

"You reek of cigarettes!" You shout, pushing him away as he laughs. 

"And you smell like vanilla but hey, I’m not complaining." He says as you began to storm off. What a dick , you think. 

"If you change your mind, you know where to find me."
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Class was never Michael Clifford’s thing. Occasionally he’d go, but usually he ditched just so he could smoke a fag behind the school instead of getting an education. Like he always said, “I’ll just join a band and be set.”

You were the new girl in school who, well…never really dug it either. You went to get away from your overbearing parents and away from the overpowering smell of cigarettes. Smoking was disgusting in your mind, yet everybody around you seemed to enjoy them. Loons they were.

It was only your third day of the new school and you already hated it. Classes sucked and some guy named mike or something of that sort seemed to never show up for your third period. He was probably another pothead or something , you thought.

Fourth hour came around and if for some reason you could never find it. You wondered around for what seemed like decades until you finally came to a stop. In front of you was a boy, But not just any boy.

He was cute, yet sexy. Tall, yet average. Muscular, yet soft. Perfect…yet not.

You hadn’t realized that you were staring until his attention snapped towards you as he pulled out a white and red box from his leather jack. Great, you thought. Another smoker.

The mystery boy continued to stare as he pulled out a box of matches and with a flick of the wrist, made it spark up with flames. He moved it to the end of the cancer stick and took a few puffs before blowing out a cloud smoke. He pulled the fag away from his lips before sinking his teeth into his bottom one and giving you a smirk.

"Want one?" He offered, and you just stood there speechless. You finally shook your head no, causing him to shrug as he put the box away into his pocket. He took another puff and you couldn’t help but scoff. This caught his attention.

"Not a big fan of smokers, I see?" He asked and you gave him a disgusted look with only caused him to laugh. Damn, his laugh was cute, you thought.

"You know, it’s proven that you’re not supposed to light your cigarettes with matches . The chemicals are bad for you." You mumbled and the boy rose an eyebrow.

"Doesn’t seem to matter if they’re bad when you’re inhaling one of these, doll face." He challenged as he flicked the ash off the end. You were slightly taken back by what he said before realizing he was right. Fuck.

"How long you’ve been going here? Two, maybe three days?" He asked, and you bit your bottom lip. How could he possibly know that?

"Am I that transparent?"

"No, but you hafta be new to even consider coming back here." He laughed as he killed the cigarette and stopping it out with his boot.

"Yeah. It’s not exactly a five star is it?" You snap and he just walked toward you slowly. You can hear him as he walks and the stench of cigarettes get Stronger. You were now right in front of him, and could feel his breath on your face.

"It’s just that…." He started as he slowly trailed his soft fingertips up your bare right arm sending shivers down your spine. "Everybody know not to come back here anymore." He finished , stopping his fingers on your shoulder.

"Anymore?" you ask, and he sighed.

"Let me ask you something." He started as he removed his touch and taking a few steps back.

"When you walked back here, what ran through your mind?" He asked softly and you just stood there. His eyebrows rose and you shrugged only causing him to chuckle.

"You were probably thinking, great. I’ve come across the high school punk who thinks he can get away with whatever he wants , am I right?" He asked and you bite your lip.

"Something along those lines." You mumbled, only causing him to laugh while shaking his head.

"You see, that’s my point. Girls like you just assume and assume until you make out people like me to be some kind of awful person. It’s disappointing, really." He said, overlooking your body. His eyes didn’t make you feel uncomfortable Like usual, but …wanted?

"Disappointing?" You ask and he takes a step closer. He brings his hand up to cup your cheek softly, and leans down to whisper in your ear.

"Somebody as pure, and beautiful as you shouldn’t be so judgmental." He whispered before softly trailing his nose across your cheek. You could feel his breath on your lips and his eyelashes flutter on your cheeks.

"Because at the end of the day, you’ll realize that somebody like you should be with somebody like me." He smirks and thrusts his hips into yours causing you to gasp. At this moment you realize he’s only after one thing, sex.

"You reek of cigarettes!" You shout, pushing him away as he laughs.

"And you smell like vanilla but hey, I’m not complaining." He says as you began to storm off. What a dick , you think.

"If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

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THE WINK
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THE WINK

Relationship goals
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Relationship goals

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I never realized Michael had this side to him

Amnesia in color.
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Amnesia in color.

"If what we was real, how could you be fine?"

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