Michael Clifford was your gaming friend. You met him through an LAN game when you guys were teens and have been Skyrim buddies since. You added each other on Facebook, started chatting on there, and skyping too. You could say you developed a bit of a crush. Unfortunately he lived in Australia. When you were both 19 he announced that his band was finally crossing to the States for a tour and he wanted to meet you. So you set up a day & time & place and started your countdown. Your city was the first stop they made after coming to america & when that day rolled around, it was mid-october. Dressed in your favorite sweatshirt and jeans, you set out to meet Michael for the first time face to face. It was pretty obvious who he was, not only from the beanie covering his entire head (including forehead, ears, and eyebrows) but from the tank top, shorts, and flip flops he adorned on his pale feet. You walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. “Mimi?” Using the nickname you gave him when you were 12 immediately made him break out in a smile. “Yeah, hey.” After a quick hug you guys walked towards your car and he practically moaned when the heating know kicked in. “Bit cold, Mimi?” “No shit, Sherlock! Its autumn here!!! I just came from spring, of course I’m freezing my nipples off!” Roaring with laughter, you popped your car into drive. “We can cuddle back at my place Mimi, don’t worry.” “SCORE!” (This is my shit blurb for anarchyaustralia’s autumn 5SOS blurb night I’m sorry)
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