notes ; michael clifford

epilogue

michael jumped in front of the camera. "hey, babe," michael gave a small wink and laughed. the boys in the background laughed, too. i laughed, too.

"you're so lame, michael," one shouted, sounding like ashton. michael rolled his eyes and caught the pillow they threw at him. i laughed again. i loved those boys to death. i love mikey farther than death could take me. michael bounced a few times on the yoga ball he was sitting on.

"anyways," he paused, putting the pillow in his lap, almost tipping over," i guess you called, and i never answered. correct? yeah. well, first, i broke my phone, and i'm about to get a new one." he held up the cracked phone. " luke doesn't have your number, since he got a new phone on tour. then, calum and ash never got your number. i'm sorry for all of this, my love. you'll be okay. i'll be next to you soon. i promise." he gave a wave. his smile was genuine. he was talking to me. he ran up to the camera and turned it off. the video ended.

michael did care.

it's over... i am legit crying. (this girl doesn't even have a name wtf) (her name is going to be "?")