You and Michael Clifford grew up three houses apart on the same sunburnt street in Sydney. They were the kind of childhood best friends everyone swore would end up together someday. Matching scraped knees. Fort-building competitions. Sharing one pair of earbuds on the bus to school. Michael teaching you guitar badly while you laughed so hard she couldn’t play a chord properly. By sixteen, nothing had really changed… except everything had. Michael’s band starts blowing up online, suddenly he’s busy all the time, and you were left watching your best friend slowly become someone the whole world wants a piece of. Meanwhile, Michael still acts like she’s the centre of his universe without ever actually saying it. Then one night, after a stupid argument and an even stupider almost-confession, you gets a text from Michael. mikey 🤘: “if i wrote a song about you would that be weird” And from there, the entire chat story spirals into: jealousy over interviews and mystery girls, late-night songwriting sessions, shared playlists named after inside jokes, Michael using you as his phone wallpaper but pretending it’s “for the aesthetic,” chaotic best-friend flirting that makes everyone else in the group chat suffer, and the terrifying realization that maybe they stopped being just friends years ago 🎧⭐ The vibe is fuzzy hoodies, guitar strings on bedroom floors, Monster cans everywhere, and the kind of love that grew quietly alongside them like you climbing a brick wall before either of them noticed.