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Her mother heaved out a sigh, a small smile plastered on her lips as she stroked her daughter's hair. "I'm going to miss you, Silvia," her mother says, her soft tone made her want to burst into tears.

The only thing she would miss about this place was her mother, she was her best friend and the only person she ever cared about besides her father. Silvia absolutely hated this place, she grew up without friends because no one wanted to talk to her. She preferred the company of a good book to the company of a living, breathing human being who just complained about their lives anyways. She was also used to being in the sidelines, and in a way, she was glad that she never got attached to anyone. It made it so much easier for her to leave without anyone else holding her back.

"I'll miss you too," she squeaked, trying not to let the tears fall. Her flight was finally called, and she shut her eyes, knowing that the goodbye would be painful.

She stood up, facing her mother, who already had tears running down her face. Silvia wiped her mother's tears with her thumbs, smiling at her as she enveloped her in one last hug. She closed her eyes, taking in as much of her mother's warmth as possible, enough warmth to last her for about a few years.

They both stood there, in each other's arms, not saying a single word. Silvia wanted to stay like that forever, but all good moments must come to an end. The last call for the flight sounded, and she finally mustered up the courage to pull away from her mother. She bid goodbye with tears in her eyes, before grabbing her luggage, walking past everyone to finally board her flight to Australia.

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Camera flashes as far as the eye could see, several people trying to call their names to get their attention, fans squealing left and right, reporters asking questions that weren't aimed towards anyone in particular. This was what they had to go through, every single time they left and arrived in a new place.

People kept pushing one another, just to take a glance at the four boys who were exiting the airport along with security. The boys have flown all the way from Los Angeles to Australia, and all of them were beyond exhausted, but stopping for a few photos with the fans was never a big deal for them.

Well, it isn't a big deal for them - except for a certain dark haired lad who acted as if the world revolved around him. He acted as if everything was about him, and thinks that he's better than everyone else just because he's Michael Clifford.

The fans started chanting their names, and the three boys smiled, walking over to the group of fans who had started bouncing up and down. They were all excited to finally see and meet the band, after so many hours of waiting for them in the airport.

The blonde one greeted the fans with a huge smile, taking the photos and albums from the fans, signing them as they engaged in conversation. They mostly consisted of hello's, asking the boys about their flight and asking them if they could follow them on twitter.

The dark haired boy bounced over to where the fans were, and they started to scream when he was in front of them. He took photos with them with various poses, he loved it when the fans asked for peculiar photos. He preferred weird photos with fans rather than formal ones, it shows how close they really are with their fans.

Finally, the dark blonde haired boy giggled when the fans started complimenting him on his choice of wardrobe. He had a black fedora perched on the top of his curly head, a black Pink Floyd singlet that hung off his figure, a red and black flannel wrapped around his waist, his signature black skinny jeans and some black chucks. He recorded a video with a fan, and even went to draw a little butterfly for a fan who wanted to get it tattooed on her arm.

The last boy didn't even bother approaching the fans. He was insanely tired, and he wished to finally get back home and sleep until the wee hours of the morning. Who wouldn't be exhausted after a twenty hour flight - and to make matter worst, Michael had to sit next to the chirpy curly haired boy, who constantly giggled and talked to him all about Dragonball Z.

Michael just rushed past the three boys who were still distracted by the fans, and went straight into the black van that was to take them to their respective homes. He leaned back into the chair, sighing as he watched the three boys entertain the horde of fangirls.

He shut his eyes, tuning out the sound of the squeals of the teenage girls and waited for the three boys to finish talking to the fans.

The three boys were already used to this kind of attitude with Michael, he always puts himself first nowadays and wouldn't even bother waving nor acknowleding the fans. He would come out occasionally and say hello, maybe even sign a few stuff but that's only when he finds someone in the group of fans hot.

Finally, the security began to usher the three boys into the van, so they began to bid the fans goodbye with sad smiles. Nothing made them happier than talking and meeting the people who made their dreams come true. The boys started piling in the van, the blonde haired boy taking the vacant seat next to Michael. The black haired boy sat across Michael, while the dark blonde one sat across the blonde one.

"That was a really dick move, Michael," The curly haired boy, Ashton, turned to the dark haired boy who was looking out the window with a bored expression on his face.

Michael scoffed, his lips curling into a smirk that seemed to be permanently etched on his pale face. "But you guys handled the fans so well, I think that went pretty good. You didn't need me out there at all."

The black haired boy glared at his best friend, hitting him on the thigh which caused the pale boy to let out a little sound. "What did you do that for, Calum?" Michael ran his fingers through his dyed black and red hair, scowling at the tanned boy who folded his arms across his chest.

"Shut up, Michael. Leaving us out there with the fans was really rude, some of them waited hours just to meet us and then you just blow them off," Calum said. Michael didn't really understand what the big deal was, the fans saw him and they met the rest of the band, he would assume that that was already enough for them.

"But they already met you!" Michael argued back, he didn't really want to get into an argument with these boys because all he wanted to do now was sleep. He didn't like that they're getting up in his grill just because he didn't meet the fans, he's done that for so many times now but they haven't complained about that until now.

The blonde one rolled his eyes, shaking his head at his best friend. "Seriously, Michael? Some of them wanted to see you specifically, because they're Michael girls. They're your girls, man. Blowing them off would just hurt their feelings, they exerted so much effort just to come see us and you don't even bother giving them a second glance!" Luke was sick of Michael's shit, just like the rest of the band.

They let this slide a few times now, but now they're regretting their decision. Since they didn't really do anything about it when it started to happen, Michael thought that it was already okay for him to stop meeting fans altogether just because the other boys were there to entertain them. They should have just told him off the first time he did this.

"I'm tired, cut me some slack, dammit!" Michael was getting pissed now, he was absolutely exhausted which made him crankier than he usually was, and the fact that the boys are getting so worked up about something so small just angered him.

Luke's eyebrows met in confusion, not wanting this to get physical because he knew they would all regret this later. He sent the two other boys a look, and they understood what Luke wanted to do. The blonde boy just patted his shoulder, sending him a small smile. "Yeah, um.. Just get some rest, we'll talk about this another time."

Michael just groaned, as he didn't really wanna talk about this matter with them again. He just wanted the boys to stop bothering him about what he does, they don't own him so they have no right to tell him what he should and shouldn't do. But hey, if this got them to shut up about this whole thing, that was okay with him.

The van then started to move, the noise from all the people shouting after them fading in the distance as they began their drive back home to their houses. It was gonna take at least an hour, so Michael took out his earphones and plugged them into his ears, then into his iPod. He chose his favorite A Day to Remember song on his playlist, then proceeded to lean his head against the window, his eyes fluttering closed.

He knew that the boys were talking about him, but he just pretended not to hear all the stuff they're saying about him. The boys were just worried about him - even if Michael has changed so much over the years, he was still their best friend and they still cared about him. 

Calum took a deep breath, exhaling his breath as he glanced at his best friend. Of all the boys, he was the one Michael was closest with. Michael and Calum have known each other for twelve years, and they've been friends ever since they were children. "Do you think there's a chance of him changing back to the old Michael?"

Michael shifted, mumbling something incoherent before he stopped moving again. Ashton just shrugged, tugging on the sleeves of the flannel shirt that he tied around his waist. He honestly believed that Michael could change, he just needed motivation to bring his old self back. He didn't know how he was going to motivate Michael to change, and he was sure none of them knew either. "Maybe, we just have to find something that would make him wanna change."