Felicite's P.O.V.
"Michael!" I complained. "Why won't you let me meet the boys?" He frowned at me.
"We've talked about this one billion times, Fizz!"
"Yeah, but you never tell me why!" I pouted.
"You're too Young."
"Too Young?! There's ten-year-olds meeting you guys, and I'm too young?!"
"Felicite just don't complain! I only want what's best for you."
I huffed, "What's best for me is most certainly not leaving me behind like that. You're always away and you always complain that you miss me, and when you're back you don't pay attention to my needs!"
"Don't act hurt, Fizz. And I do pay attention to your needs. Not yet, that's final."
"But I am really hurt! And besides, I'm a terrible actor. Just let me!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?!"
"I said no."
"Pretty Please, with Rainbows on top...?" I put on my best puppy-dog face, and, because Michael likes trating me like I'm a baby, he smiled slightly, and said, "Alright."
"Yay! When?"
"On Saturday."
"Why not today?"
"Cause I have stuff to do. And I don't want to bother the boys." Saturday?! But, that was 4 days away!
"Fine," I agreed tiredly. I was going to meet the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer!

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