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Neighbors

Hello, lovelies!

This is a Michael imagine, obvously.

I’ve been really struggling with imagines lately. I’ve had no good ideas. And the ideas that I do have, I try to expand on and I end up hating it. So, that explains the lack of activity lately. AND COLLEGE. Applying is extremely stressful.

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“I’m home, mom.” You called, dropped your keys into the basket, and walked into the kitchen to see her taking cookies out of the oven.

“Oooh! Don’t mind if I do!” You smiled, reaching over to grab a cookie before she slapped your hand.

“(Y/n)! Absolutely not! Those are for our neighbors!” She scolded, putting the cookies in a cute basket that she only used when giving things away, and when people commented on it, she would always give a ‘oh, it’s just something I had laying around!’ When in fact, she only took it out for special occasions.

“Here, take them over, please. I have to finish making the brownies for my work party tonight. Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” She asked, as she whisked eggs into the brownie batter.

“Absolutely not, mom. I hate everyone at your work.” You sighed and grabbed the cookie basket and walked towards the front door.

“You know, (Y/n), you need to learn to be more positive. All you do is talk about how awful people are.” She shook her head in disapproval, while you shouted a ‘bye’ and began the walk to the neighbors house.

Your mother was constantly going over to these people’s house- you however had never been. Your mother and the woman of the house got together once a day for book club.

You knocked on the large, red-painted, wooden door three times, awaiting an answer.

You could hear some shouting going on inside, so you awkwardly stood there, hoping you weren’t the reason for it.

“Hello?” A tall, blonde haired boy asked, his hat turned backwards, showing off his black eyebrow piercing. His head was whipped around, looking at whoever was standing behind the door.

“Um, hi.” You said, as you shifted your weight between feet. He finally turned his attention to you, his eyes grew wide when he saw you.

“Oh, hey. Can I help you?” He asked politely. You could now see that it was Michael Clifford from your school. Another boy came up behind him and leaned against the door frame. He was a bit shorter, and he was shirtless. He was very tan and had a few tattoos that you could see, and you couldn’t really stop yourself from glancing, it was obviously Calum Hood.

“Um, yes.” You said, as you regained your focus. “My mom made these for you guys. Apparently our moms are friends or whatever, and my mom made me run these over here. So yeah, enjoy your cookies.”

Calum grabbed one and muttered a “don’t mind if I do.”

“Michael, what the fuc-” A taller boy began to say, but quickly stopped and smiled at you. “Hi, I’m Luke. And you are?” Luke Hemmings, the biggest player in school, flirted, reaching out his hand.

“I’m (Y/n), and I’m gonna go. Enjoy the cookies.” You said, handing Michael, the cookies and turned on your foot to quickly get away.

“Aw, babe don’t leave.” Calum shouted, and then there was more yelling and the slamming of a door. You uncomfortably made your way back to your house, avoiding your mother and walked upstairs to your bedroom.

You took a deep breath and tried to clear your head of what just happened.

‘Boys don’t talk to you? Why were three, very attractive boys, so interested?’ You remember thinking to yourself. You tried to shake them from your mind, and twenty minutes later you did, completely wrapped up in your book.

“Bye, (Y/n)! Dinner money is on the counter, love you!” Your mother called from downstairs, then you heard the front door close.

You took a quick break from your reading to order a pizza.

After that was done, you hopped into the shower and cleansed yourself from the sorrows that come with school.

You slipped into a short, long sleeve, cotton dress.

‘Would thigh-highs be inappropriate? It’s just the pizza guy. Plus, it’s like negative twenty degrees outside.’ You reasoned with yourself before you slid on the creme colored knitted socks.

You grabbed your glasses before you walked downstairs and started up your laptop. You had a ten page paper due in a week, and you wanted to get a head start on it.

The doorbell rang, so you put your laptop on the coffee table and got up to pay the pizza guy.

You opened the door, doing a final count of the money, but it was not the pizza guy.

It was Michael, looking at you and your very tumblr outfit before he cleared his throat.

“Um, hi.” He awkwardly said, trying to focus on your makeup free face and not your largely exposed legs.

“Hi…. May I help you?” You asked and raised your eyebrows.

“I just wanted to apologize for my friends’ behavior earlier. It really wasn’t okay, and I yelled at them as soon as you left.” He informed you. You began to shake from the cold.

“That’s okay. I should have just rang the doorbells and left the cookies.” You admitted.

“You would have ‘ding-dong ditched’ me?!” He laughed, making you quickly gasp.

“No, no! I didn’t mean it like that!” You quickly corrected yourself which made him laugh harder. You were unable to stop yourself from laughing along with him.

He looked at the money in your hand.

“Are you gonna pay me?” He asked, giving an annoyingly handsome smirk.

“No, I’m waiting for the pizza guy. My mom is at a work party.” You told him, leaning against the door. “I’m just waiting for him and writing a ten page paper.”

“The one on The Scarlet Letter?”

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“I’m working on it, too!” He laughed. “I just took a break on it to come over here. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He admitted, but quickly tried to cover it up with “I mean, not you. I mean what my friends did to you.” You laughed and nodded.

“Well, we can work on it together if you like. I can’t eat a whole pizza.” You lied, making him smile again.

“Okay. I’ll grab my laptop and be right back over.” You nodded okay and told him that you would leave the front door unlocked for him.

Soon enough, the two of you were sitting on your couch, eating a very greasy pizza, and working on your essays.

“Wait, tell me how this sounds,” He began. “Pearl, being the weird daughter she is, is the constant reminder of Hester’s sin from God, while the red ‘A’ is the reminder from the Puritans.” He said and looked up at you with green eyes for approval.

“I would change weird. It seems a bit informal. Try abnormal.” You suggested. He pointed his finger at you.

“You are a genius.” He said, making you laugh.

The two of you grew very comfortable over the night, giving up on the essay after half an hour.

“So, how come I never see you around school?” He asked, taking off his hat, ruffling his hair, and putting it back on again.

“Well, let’s see, I see you at our parking spots because they are beside each other, I see you at lunch, because you sit at the table right behind where me and my friends sit, and we’re in the same homeroom. So, you actually see me a lot, you’ve just never paid me any attention.” You informed him, giving a small smirk as his cheeks turned red from embarrassment.

“Why haven’t you ever tried to talk to me? We could have been best friends!” He laughed, referring to the fact that you guys were neighbors.

“One, I had no idea we were neighbors until today, and two, you’re so unapproachable.” You admitted to him which made him scoff.

“I am not!”

“You are so! You’re always hanging out with super pretty girls or very attractive boys. You’re never just by yourself, being a normal guy. You draw so much attention and you don’t even know it.”

Michael looked at you for a minute with an unreadable glance.

“Well, I wish we would have talked before now, regardless.” He admitted which made you smile.

“Me too.”

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The next few weeks You and Michael didn’t speak much at school- just the occasional small smile or wave. But, as soon as school was over, you went over to one of your houses and spent the rest of the night there. It was a schedule that you adored- obviously. He was one of the most incredible people you had ever met.

“Michael, pass me the popcorn.” You demanded, reaching your hand out for the bowl.

“I’m busy.” He mumbled, scribbling down the notes you were letting him copy.

“Popcorn or I’ll take my notes away.” You threatened as you reached for your notebook.

“Fine, fine! There is really no need to be irrational though, (Y/n).” He joked as he handed you the big bowl. You laughed and rolled your eyes, throwing a handful in your mouth and missed all but one piece.

“Pure fucking talent.” Michael said sarcastically astonished at your popcorn catching skills. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your notebook to threaten him again, but his hand went to grab it, too. His hand landed on top of yours, making you both freeze and look at each other. You quickly drew your hand back as your cheeks turned a bright pink shade.

Michael cleared his throat before finishing the notes, then handing you your notebook and said a mumbled “thanks.”

That was the first moment you and Michael shared.

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It was a normal day, and you went to Michael’s house after school.

You awaited his usual greeting at the door, but instead, after you rang the loud doorbell, Calum answered the door.

“Michael, your girlfriend is here!!!” He called, laughing.

You cleared your throat as Michael rushed to the door.

“Fuck off, man.” Michael warns, pushing him away.

“Sorry about that.” Michael gives a small smile.

“HEY, KISS HER THIS TIME, MICHAEL.” Someone calls from the living room, followed by a “IF YOU DON’T, I WILL!” from someone else.

“I didn’t know you had company over. I’m sorry. I’ll see you later.” You tell him awkwardly, before clutching your books tighter and walking down the steps of his front porch.

“(Y/n)! Wait!” He calls after you, but you just keep walking.

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The last instance you and Michael shared a moment went like this…

“Today was really productive.” You said, packing your stuff up.

“Yeah, I know. We usually never get work done!” He beamed, happy with himself.

“No, Michael, YOU never get work done.” You corrected him and watched him roll his eyes.

“So, your house tomorrow?” He asked, walking you to the front door.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded as you wrapped yourself up tighter in your very thin jacket you wore.

“Here,” Michael said, taking his jacket off of the coat rack and putting it on your shoulders. “It’s the middle of January, you’d think you would choose wiser jacket choices.”

“I live 10 feet away.” You laughed, shrugging off his jacket.

“I don’t care. C'mon, it’s dark.” He said, grabbing your elbow and pulled you down the stairs.

“Michael, you really don’t have to walk me to my house every night.” You tried to reason with him, but he kept his casual stroll consistent, taking the longest way possible to your house.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smiled, giving him a quick hug. He leaned back, still holding you, and slowly started to lean into you.

His eyes were on yours the whole time, asking, pleading for permission. You finally got tired of waiting and leaned up and pushed your mouth onto his.

The porch light flickered on, and you both jumped away, sure that your mother had just caught you two.

“Night.” He said with a chuckle, turning and walking down your brick steps and onto your concrete walkway.

Later that night, you were in your room. You noticed Michael’s plain black curtains were opened.

He was sitting in his room, playing a video game.

You wrote a note on a piece of paper and texted him to look over.

You watched as he paused his game, walked over to his phone, and swore you saw his face perk up a bit. He walked to his window and looked across at yours.

You held up the note, saying 'You forgot your jacket.’

He scribbled something down, then held one up that says 'Keep It :).’

You bit your lip to try and keep from smiling and nodded, then you pulled your curtains shut.

You watched in the crack you left open as he laughed and pulled his shut as well.

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And now you’re sitting alone in your room, crying because of the boy who lives next door.

The wonderful boy, who made you feel like the only girl in the world.

How did it all happen? Well, that’s a story for another time.

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Spin The Bottle

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You send a quick text to Calum, then put your phone on the couch beside you as you watch the rain.

The large, gray clouds that surround the building you live in were pouring out their tears of sorrow for you, having been separated from the love of your life for weeks.

Calum, as usual, crept his way back into your thoughts...

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"(Y/n)! Bring me my scarf!" Your best friend yells, running to you and reaching her hands out.

"But, Caroline, I want to wear it! You know green is my color." You bat your long, mascara-combed eyelashes at her.

"No. Ashton is gonna be there! He told me green was his favorite color, and I want him to love me." She sighs, making a pouty face.

"Fine." You sigh, taking it off of your neck and handing it to her.

She swoops it around her neck and smiles.

"Thank you." She hugs you, then throws a large, chunky, army green, knit sweater at you.

"You can borrow this. It would look good on you." She offers, trying to make up for her taking back her scarf.

You throw it on and put black leggings on as well. Then some light brown booties to finish it off.

"Do I look okay?" You ask, twirling.

"You look very cozy. Michael will surely fall for you tonight!" She winks, grabbing your hand as you two make your way downstairs and across the street to the party.

"Hi guys!" You smile and wave at the boys and two of your other friends.

"Hey girls." Ashton smiles and waves, motioning you over.

You both walk over, Caroline taking her seat by Ashton and you taking your seat beside Michael.

"Hey, Michael." You smile, scooting closer to him.

"Hey, (Y/n/n)."

"Guys, look what I've got." Calum walks into the room holding an empty glass bottle.

"Calum!" Caroline gasps, "Is that beer??"

"Relax, it's a coke bottle." He laughs, sitting down on the floor. "Wanna play spin the bottle?"

Everyone joins him on the floor, sitting in a circle.

"I'll go first." Ashton says, taking the neck of the bottle, which was still wet, between his thumb and index finger and spinning it.

It landed on Luke.

"Oh, God." Luke whimpers, everyone laughing.

"I'll just respin." Ashton laughs, twisting the bottle again.

"Is it my go?" You ask, raising your eyebrows. Luke nods, and you spin the bottle.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" The boys yell, when the bottle slowly makes its way closer and closer and closer to... Calum. You breath of a sigh of disappointment, because it was a few centimeters from Michael.

Calum's tan face has now turned pink.

"We don't have to if you don't want to." He offers, avoiding your eye contact. You glance at Michael, and see he is on his phone, paying absolutely no attention to you.

"It's only fair." You smile, leaning over in the circle and giving Calum a quick kiss, your noses awkwardly colliding, before pulling back. You're both blushing and everyone is 'oooooh-ing.'

"Someone else go now, please." You laugh, getting up and walking into the kitchen for some water.

"Hey." Calum says from behind you, making you twirl in fright.

"Oh, hey." You say, laughing out of embarrassment.

"Okay, so, the boys have been telling me to tell you this for a very long time, but I've been avoiding it because I was scared, but then today, and then we, and then you, but basically I'm not scared anymore, and-" He rambles before you cut him off.

"Spit it out Calum."

"I like you a lot, and kissing you was the best thing that's ever happened to me." He admits, making your young teenage heart swell.

"Calum!" You smile, hugging him. You feel him breathe a sigh of relief.

"So, you like me, too?" He asks, pulling back.

"I think so." You nod.

"Oh, thank God!" He leans in and kisses your cheek.

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The boys still make fun of your initial crush on Michael, but that was 6 years ago when you were 14!

You laugh at the memories of you and Calum. His small, lanky 15 year old body, his small, brown eyes, and his very weird sense of style.

Now he's just a big, broad, attractive, asshole.

And he was all yours.

"Hey baby!" You hear his voice call from your ringing telephone.

"Hey, Calum." You respond, not able to keep yourself from smiling.

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Once Upon A Time - The Death

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"I'll take your finest eggs and biscuits, sir." Luke smiles at the waiter, looking to you for approval.

You nod slightly, avoiding everyone's eye contact.

"(Y/n), I know this is not very fun, but please try to enjoy this." Luke pleads, leading you to table at the back of the tavern.

"Enjoy being put to death? Really Luke?" You snort, rolling your eyes.

"I won't let them kill you. But as prince I have to do something." He tries to reason but you inwardly vomit.

"You know Luke, I felt awful about making your family suffer last night. Well, not the king or queen, but most definitely you. But, after thinking long and hard, I realized that you lied to me that night in the castle. You acted like I was the one for you, and then you just turn on me all of a sudden?" You accuse him, getting out the harsh words you had been feeling since your restless sleep last night.

"What was I supposed to do?! Get down on one knee and propose to you? Run away with you and build a new kingdom to rule? No, (Y/n). That's not how this works! This isn't the 12th century, anymore!" He gets a bit fired up, his blue eyes going dark with anger.

"I just want to enjoy the last time I'm gonna see you, before I help you escape." He admits.

You feel the tears begin to welt up in your eyes.

"I don't need you to take care of me, Luke." You slam your hands on the table and storm outside, stomping back into the forest.

"(Y/N)! WAIT!" He orders, running after you.

You quickly scurry up a tree and sit, watching him aimlessly walk past you.

All you wanted was for him to find you, and do all the things he mentioned he wouldn't do back at the tavern. And you wanted him to know it.

You hop down from the tree to follow him, but instead you’re hit over the head with a frying pan.

“Where am I?” You mutter, trying to determine where you were sitting, but instead you only saw a bright, white light.

You look down and see your hands and feet are both tightly tied with rope.

You look around frantically in confusion, until you hear the click-clack of high heels.

"Well, well, well," Queen Elizabeth's unmistakable voice calmly says, "if it isn't the town's number one convict."

"How did you find me?" You ask, trying to wriggle out of the rope.

"My little angel, Lucas, brought you to me!" She smiles.

"Luke? No he wouldn't have done this to me." You shake your head no.

"Oh, but darling he did! After all, he is apart of the Hemmings dynasty! We have been known to get what we truly want." She says, bending down to stroke your cheek.

"And what Luke really wanted, isn't you." She spits the last part, giving you a hard slap on the cheek. You close your mouth in pain, and tightly close your eyes.

"You're a tyrant." You bark, making her do a fake gasp.

"Sweetie, I am NOT the bad guy here! You're the one who continuously stole from my family, lied to my son, and sent him on a wild goose chase!"

You open your mouth to protest, but quickly fabric is shoved into it, and you're taken away.

The knights roughly toss you into the dungeon, the wet, musty smell invading your nose.

"The queen will be down shortly to speak to you, (Y/n)." One of them days before turning on his foot and walking away.

You lay on the ground, crying, because Luke has betrayed you.

"Alright, pet, wake up." You hear the queen's voice boom at you. She was in a different dress, so you assumed that it was the next day. There were no windows to indicate how long you had been down there.

"So, you'll be happy to know that I've decided what I'm going to do about your death!" She smiles, snapping her fingers. As she snaps, the guard behind her quickly falls onto his arms and knees, and she takes a seat on his back.

"I've decided to take you out in the middle of the town, and give a speech about how you've betrayed me. Next, one of the guards will take his sword and stab you in front of everyone. And Luke will be there to see it! Right beside his mother! That will show the people NOT to mess with the Hemmings family." She finishes, standing up, readjusting her long, dark blue dress, and smiling sweetly at you.

She begins to walk away, then stops, turns and says one last thing.

"Oh! And this will take place in two days time! Farewell!" She resumes walking down the dank hallway.

Today was the day you were going to die. It was bound to happen sometime. You grab your mother's necklace, and hold it tight, thinking of how she died.

People claimed it was a heart failure, but it wasn't. You and your father were the only ones who recognized the truth, before he passed away too.

She was giving shelter and food to a poor man, who had supposedly hit baby Luke with a rock as he was digging around the mines. That's why Luke has a small scar right above his temple.

This man, completely unaware of a baby running around the mines while the guard was meant to be watching him, then became on the wanted list.

Once your mother was found helping him, she was shot with an arrow in the house you grew up in.

You use all the strength you have left in you to braid your hair, knowing your mother would only want you looking your best for the kingdom to see.

The guards take you harmfully into their arms, dragging you across the bumpy stone floor, up into the open air.

They soon drop you in front of the large scaffold, in front of the queen's feet.

She grabs your hair and throws you onto the platform, and addresses the gasping crowd.

"Do not think I am so cruel! You all must know that this scoundrel has been stealing from your town for years now. And we've now captured her, thanks to Luke." She claims, motioning for the guards to bring Luke out.

He looks awful. His hair is sticking to his forehead from sweat, he has large, purple bags under his eyes, and his skin has turned a pinky-green color. His now grey eyes flash up to you on the scaffold, and he wriggles from the guard and limps to you.

"It was all a mistake. I had nothing to do with it, I swear. I didn't do what she said I did. Please, you have to-" He is cut off by his mother grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling her to him.

"I am the only woman he will ever need." She quietly says, so only you and Luke can hear it, while her eyes directly bore into yours.

Luke's eyes are pleading with you, trying to convince you that he was innocent.

"Promise me you will only rule the kingdom with only wise, and fair decisions. Don't wish more for yourself than your people- because you are not better than them. That one night I spent in the castle with you, was as close to love as I've ever felt. Goodbye, Luke." You say, as his eyes water and he nods.

His mother snaps at the chosen guard, and he walks up to you, pulling his long, silver sword out.

His eyes gleam in the sun, almost apologetically, as he takes his sword and in hard push-

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Luke drops to his knees as (Y/n)'s head drops in death.

He lets out a wail that will forever haunt everyone's minds who heard it.

"I loved her!" He shouts at his mother, with his head in his hands, sobbing.

"Come on, Luke. It was for your own good. Come here, come to your mother." She pulls him up and into her, but he wriggles out, and addresses the crowd.

"When I am king, I promise to run this town like (Y/n) would. As if i had her by my side." He quietly turns on his heel, and looks at (Y/n)'s dead body. Her braid still perfectly in tact, the blood slowly seeping through her shirt, and her body relaxed and calm, something he hadn't seen since the night in the castle.

"I love you." He breaths, looking at her majestic figure.

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