she's a dark pastel ; michael clifford au

Chapter 5

"Yeah, cool." He said again, still not looking me in the eye.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"No, nothing's wrong, just tired." He flashed me a fake smile.

"Michael, what's wrong?" I demanded. He finally turned to me with a hurt expression which turned into an angry one.

"Nothing! I just... Don't want to be your friend anymore!" He yelled.

"O-Oh. I understand." Tears threatened to spill from my eyes but I couldn't show him that I was weak. I turned around and began walking towards my things, "That's okay, I don't want to be my friend either." I said quietly so only I could hear it. I picked up my things and walked out of the door.

MICHAEL'S P.O.V

"That's okay, I don't want to be my friend either." I heard her whisper to herself. I felt my heart crumble inside me at her words. I didn't want to do this, believe me, but Ashton liked her and he always gets the girls. I can't stand a chance against him. He's got a charming smile and irresistible dimples, and I... Well I'm just me. It's better to not get too attached to people if it's going to end in heartbreak. But I still felt the longing to go after her, to tell her that I liked her in a not-so-friendly way. That she was changing things inside me. She was pushing aside my worries and making room for herself in my heart. I was probably making a really stupid mistake, but it was too late. She was already gone.

SKYLAR'S P.O.V

The sun was setting since it was seven in the afternoon and I was getting ready for the party Ashton invited me to.

Could you text me your address so I know where to go?

I read Ashton's text and quickly typed in my address.

I should be ready by 8, see you then. x

I hope he wouldn't mind me putting the 'x' at the end. I stepped into the shower and let the heat engulf me. My tense muscles melted beneath it's soft touch.  The sound of it splattering against my pale skin never fails to calm me. I've never been to a party before so I was a bit nervous. I've never liked crowded places which leads me to think that i'm claustrophobic, but I don't say much about it. Attention isn't my favorite thing in the world. I cleanse myself before turning of the water and stepping out with a towel wrapped around me. I walked up to the mirror and blow dried my hair, letting it fall in its naturally straight manner. I then applied concealer and mascara. I made sure it wasn't clumpy before walking out of the bathroom and into my room. The cold air sent shivers through my body. I put on black undies and a matching bra before searching my closet. I mentally face palmed myself for not picking out a dress earlier or going shopping. Now that I think about it I really don't have many dresses. I decided on a black dress that had three fourths of sleeve and went down about half of my thigh.  It was simple, but elegant and it wasn't trashy. I slipped on some black Mary Janes before looking at the clock:

7:53 pm

I finished and with eight minutes left to spare. I grabbed the book I was now reading, which was A Million Suns, the second book of the Across The Universe trilogy. As I began to get lost in the book, the doorbell rang. I stood up and straightened my dress before walking to answer it. I opened it to see a smiling Ashton in black skinny jeans and a Weekend Warrior tank top. I immediately felt self conscious about myself.

This dress is too tight.

It shows off my belly.

It makes me look like a slut.

My ass is too flat.

What if Ashton thinks I look horrible?

What will Michael think?