- This took ages, and it's still bad! I'm sorry if there's any typos and stuff, just finished homework so my kind is fried! Who knew geometry was so mind racking? Anyways, I hope you like this! -

Aleigha's point of view

"I hate those shirts." I pointed out to Michael as I looked through my Tumblr dash. "God, I hate them so much."

"I have OCD, obsessive Calum Hood disorder?" He read and I nodded. "I hate the stressed, depressed, and whatever shirts. They're dumb."

"Same." I said and he laughed. "To me, they make fun of various illnesses and I do not stand by that. I think they're also very tacky and if I saw someone with one, we couldn't be friends."

"I mean everyone makes fun of mental illnesses. It's 2016, everyone's a dick." He said and I laughed loudly with him.

"Where's the lie?" I asked and he said it was buried six feet underground.

I nodded and he hummed along to Tell Me I'm A Wreck by Every Avenue. "I want new clothes." I sighed to Michael as I leaned my head on his shoulder, looking through all of the shirts.

"Buy some." He said and I looked at him. "What?"

"Can't. Gotta buy the new Good Charlotte and Blink-182 records. I need them, they're going on my wall." I said and he nodded. "Sad... I'll just get a job, it's cool. I'm eighteen, I need one anyways."

"Sounds like a plan." He said and I hummed as a Sum 41 song played. "This is my song! I gotta!" He shout and I shook my head.

"Michael stop!" I heard Calum yell from the room over and he stood up as he danced around weirdly.

"Now I'm in over my head with something I said, completely misread, I'm better off dead!" He yelled as he played an imaginary guitar. I watched him, an amused smile on my lips as he continued hopping around while head banging.

"Go Mikey!" I yelled, my hands cupped over my mouth to make my voice louder. He laughed and stopped as he looked at me. "Why you stop?"

"Cause I gotta pee." He said and I shook my head as he ran to the bathroom.

Since I followed the tag Michael Clifford on Tumblr, I had random posts about him on my dash. Normally I just gave it a like, but this one made me want to scream.

It was a picture of us two cuddling and it says I supposedly leaked it, when I haven't opened social media in ages, let alone sent or taken any pictures of us. I don't think I even have pictures of us.

I rolled my eyes and scrolled past it as I leaned back. Michael walked in as a Good Charlotte song played and I gave him a soft smile. "The Madden brothers are amazing." He told me and I nodded.

"I'd imagine they would be." I said and he sat beside me. He leaned his head on my shoulder, an arm wrapping around my stomach as he watched me go through Tumblr.

"Has anything really bad came up?" He asked me and I hummed. "Normally they make up some shitty tag about the girls in our lives."

"Been there." I said and laughed. "RipAleigha. Very fun. So many creative ways to die." I mumbled and he sighed. "You can be a dumbass and wrap a straightener around your throat. Swim with sharks. Choke on toothpaste. Cut a vei-"

"I'm sorry. You know I'd say something but management would chew me up and spit me out for it." He told me and I nodded, telling him that it was okay.

"Doesn't hurt, I'm fine. It's okay Michael." I lied and he nodded as I reblogged various posts.

"It's not okay. They're being disrespectful. You haven't done anything." He said and I shrugged as he buried his face into my shoulder. "I promise, one day I'll say something, but as of now, management are already on my ass, no need to give them a reason to kick me from the band by being problematic."

"They can't kick you from the band if A) the band existed before they signed you guys, and B) you signed a contract. Pretty sure both agree checked off, so hooray, you're stuck." I said to him and he nodded.

"I guess." He told me and it was silent. All you heard as the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard and our combined breathing.

"I yelled at Krystal and Jackie the other day." I told him and he looked up at me. "I told them that I didn't need them or their bullshit excuse of friendship."

"Is this why she stayed with us for a couple nights?" He asked and I nodded. "What did you say exactly? She called you a bitch, a fake ass friend, and told us to stay away from you..."

"Just said that I was sick and tired of them both treating me as if I was the dirt under their shoe. I told them they never acted like friends, and I didn't want them in my life if all they were gonna do is knit pick every one of my insecurities and mistakes." I told him and then stopped. "She told you guys to stay away from me?"

"She said that you're just a crazy, obsessed fan who doesn't really cate about us and just want stuff to leak so you can get internet famous. I told her that she was selling us bullshit, but Luke's dumbass kind of believes her." He told me and I leaned back a bit.

"He believes her?" I asked, absolutely bewildered. "He believes that I could do something so cruel to you guys? You're people too, not just a bank account or an extra thousand followers. Honestly, I would never." I said and he nodded.

"I know you wouldn't." He said and smiled smally. "You're too nice of a person. I guess she was just mad at you for standing up for yourself. That's why she gets mad at Arzaylea, the two are always clashing, like fire being fought with fire."

"She's always mad." I muttered and he laughed. "She has a short temper."

"No reason for her to be mad, she's like always wrong." He told me and I nodded. "I don't like her. I feel like she's gonna hurt Calum." He said after awhile.

"She will." I said and he looked up at me again as I made a bunch of tags on something I reblogged. "She's just with him for his dick I guess. She has another guy at school, some sports dude. She plays guys and uses them for popularity."

"Yeah?" He asked and I nodded. "Did she tell you or-"

"She said she uses guys the way they use girls, aka getting in their pants and shit. She's fucked in the head I guess. I never said anything cause I didn't want to start any drama. Still don't, but I want you to warn Cal about it." I told him and we heard a laugh.

"Way ahead of you, thanks Ally." Calum said and I nodded. "I was gonna ask if you guys wanted to go get pizza with me and Krys, but I want to be alone with her and talk. This isn't okay."

"Go for it dude, just remember, you can get like anyone you want." Michael said and pointed at his best friend. Calum laughed and nodded as he closed the door.

"You didn't hear it from Leigha though!" Michael shouted and Calum agreed, saying he didn't. "I don't want you getting shit from her for spilling."

"No, no I'm fine. I don't care. I'm done with her and her sister. They can both go and fuck themselves. If needed, I'll go off again." I said and he shushed me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"Don't say that." He told me and I nodded as he looked at me. "You don't mean that." He told me and I sighed.

He's right. I didn't mean it. I knew that in the correct situation, I'd give my life up for their's, for anyone's really. Fucked me over or not, I'd still die for you.

"I guess... I'm just mad. They're so... confusing... and just so... so... they make me so irritated." I said and he nodded, giving me a look that told me to continue. To rant to him about this.

So I did.

"I told them I was fed up with being the third wheel and always being left out. I was sick of them treating me like shit and not respecting me and the people I care for. I was tired of it. I was done." I told him and he nodded. "I cut them off I guess you can say. We're done."

"I think that was a great idea." He told me and I nodded as he pressed a kiss against my cheek. "You don't keep toxic people in your life."

"Then I should go." I said, half joking and half serious as I stood up. He whined and grabbed my arm, making sit back down with him and I laughed lightly.

"You're not toxic, you think you are but you're not." He said and I nodded. "You're actually really... really nice to be around. You help me get out of my head."

"Yeah exactly, toxic." I said and he looked at me confused. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it." I told him and he whined.

"No tell me! What is it? What do you mean?" He asked me and I shook my head. "I will start singing Justin Bieber if you don't tell me."

"Not a single doubt in my mind that you wouldn't." I laughed and he nodded. "It's nothing, really. Don't mind me and my overactive mind."

"I wanna know what's on your mind."

"Are those song lyrics?" I asked, desperately trying to change the topic. "Sounds familiar."

"I know what you're doing," he said as he pointed at me. "I'll respect your desicion, but that doesn't mean I agree with it."

"You don't have to." I said and he laughed as he leaned his head on my shoulder again. "I'm tired."

"Life's being stressful, just take a nap and chill. Come on." He said and I nodded. He closed my laptop and set it on his nightstand as I laid down.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and I turned to face him. "One day, life won't be full of shitty people." He told me and I laughed.

"One day." I said hopefully.