Imagines and One-Shots (Book Three)

Moving Along (Michael Clifford)

it'S 2AM BUT WHO GIVES A SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

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"Why did he pick this time of year to move," your best friend groaned, trying to warm her freezing hands against her car's vents.

You'd been recruited – along with a group of others – to help your best friend Michael move from his house to an apartment a few miles away. It was the nearing the end of fall, and the weather was cold – less than ideal conditions to be moving someone's entire life. But hey: at least it wasn't snowing in the middle of winter.

"You know him," you shrugged, "Always has to pick the least convenient circumstances."

"Fair point," Kara laughed loudly, "But I thought he liked living with the boys."

"He does," you murmured, "But they all moved out to live with their girlfriends and I guess he and his girlfriend don't want to pay the bills for the entire place alone."

"That makes sense," she nodded, "But I could've sworn I heard they broke up a while ago."

"No," you murmured, "He just doesn't bring her around anymore."

"Why not? Does he know you don't like her?"

"What do you mean?" you looked over at her, "I don't not like Savannah."

"Y/N," she rolled her eyes.

"I don't!" you defended.

"Alright," she shook her head, "Whatever you say."

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"Hey, guys!" Ashton chirped when he opened the door, "Thanks for helping out today!"

"Like we could get out of it," you snickered.

"Well, maybe Kara could have," he chuckled, "Well, most everyone's already at the new place working on setting up all of the big stuff, so all that's left here to do is just put stuff in boxes for the cars. Pretty sure Mike's working on his clothes right now, and I've got the stuff in the kitchen, so whatever you guys wanna help with, go for it!"

"I'll take the kitchen," Kara look at you with a questioning tone, "Someone's gotta make sure Ash doesn't break anything." You laughed in response as you nodded, but Ashton shyly spoke up.

"I have already broken two plates and a coffee cup..." he admitted, making the both of you laugh that time.

"You're a chaotic good if I've ever seen one, Ash!" you said over your shoulder as you made your way down the hall toward Michael's bedroom.

As you approached the door, it was open so you could hear Michael mumbling to himself. You couldn't quite make out what he was saying, but he didn't seem to be in a bad mood, so you greeted him the way you normally would.

"Hey, Mikey!" you chirped, knocking on the door's frame as you entered. He grunted in response, not even looking up at you. "Kara's helping Ash in the kitchen, so I thought I'd come see what you still needed to do," you informed him, brushing past his unusual greeting.

Michael didn't respond again – he just pointed behind him. Your gaze followed his finger, finding an empty box sitting in front of his dresser. You had a pretty good idea of what task he was giving you, so you sighed.

"Dresser it is then," you murmured under your breath, moving the box to the side and getting started on packing up the clothes.

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About 10 minutes later, you'd finished your work on the dresser – packing both the clothing in the drawers and the random items scattered on top – and took that box to Kara's car. You came back in and stopped in the kitchen when Ashton called your name, asking what you thought they should do with the food in the fridge. You helped them out for a few minutes– sorting through expired things and whatnot – before deciding to see if there was anything else Michael needed assistance with in his room.