We were laid out onto my living room floor. We had taken the cushions off of the couches and made our own personal beds. Luke rested his head onto my stomach. Charlotte was laying beside me half naked and Calum was passed out the the coffee table cuddling with a bottle of vodka.
My breath smelled horrible, my hair looked like medusas snake hair and my shoes weren't on my feet. I slowly lifted Luke's head and placed it on top of a pillow.
I walked into the bedroom and showered. Once I finished I put on a bra and threw on one of Michael's T-shirts and Victoria secret underwear. I threw up my hair into a bun and I stared at myself in the mirror. I studied my face not pleased with what I was seeing. I felt so off balanced and I hated the choice I made. I didn't want Michael to hate me. I knew he was upset with me leaving yet I still left for my own selfish reasons.
I heated the front door swing open and I quickly snapped out of my trans. I felt so excited to see him. I listened as his footsteps passed through the house and int front of the bedroom door. The door opened then quickly shut behind him. I ran out of the bathroom and into his arms.
I hugged him tightly kissing the side of his head and his neck. "Michael please don't hate me!" I begged.
He stood there not hugging me back.
"I'm not letting go until you hug me."
"Why?" He asked.
I suddenly loosed my grip and backed off. I stared at him. He wasn't showing any emotion. His face was blank.
"Are you really that upset I spent one night out with my friends?"
I scoffed. "So you can leave every night and hang out with people and I can't even have one night out with friends?" I was now upset. For some reason…
He ignored me and went into the bathroom. As he was about to shut the door I pushed it open. His eyes widened shocked at what I just did.
He stood there surprised.
"Don't fucking ignore me!" I demanded.
"Who the fuck are you yelling at!?" He yelled back. He walked closer to me but I stood there with my feet planted not moving.
"You! I don't understand why your like this with me! You have me on a leash! I can't go anywhere without you having to know! I can't even go out with fiends without you getting pissed off! I'm not your property!" I had no clue where this was coming from. I was shocked as these words were coming out.
He rolled his eyes and left the bedroom. I followed him as he continued to walk pass the living room where Charlotte and Luke had woken up.
"Michael!" I yelled.
He continued into the kitchen and pulled out a glass.
"Don't ignore me!" I waited for a response but he wouldn't respond. He opened up the cabinet and pulled out a plate. I snatched the plate out of his hand and threw it to the floor making it shatter.
"Christina what the fuck is wrong with you!?"
"My boyfriends being a dick that's what's wrong!"
"How am I being a dick!? Huh!? Besides the fact I tans way with you! Or the fact I bought a house for us to live in!"
I grew quiet. I stepped back away from him. "Why do you hate me?" I asked.
"What have I done to you? I didn't make em you leave with me. I didn't make you pack a bag and take me here. You chose to leave. And now your trying to use it against me like you didn't have a choice."
"I don't hate you. I hate myself." He turned away and began to walk away from me.
"If you hate your life with me that much why don't you just leave!?" I felt tears building up.
"I don't hate my life with you! I hate waking up every morning next to my best friends ex! Do you realize how wrong this feels!? How wrong it feels to know that I'm with my dead best friends girlfriend!?" His voice cracked.
"Of were so wrong, then why did you stay with me!?"
He quickly walked toward me stepping onto the glass not caring and pulled me in. He forced our lips together and kissed me hard.
"Because I've been in love with you since the day I met you, and I hate the fact that I have you now knowing it's only because Jerod is gone."
A tear streamed down my cheek. He wiped it sway with his thumb and kissed me on the forehead.
"That's not true." I said. "I fell for you on my own."
He kissed me once more before helping me pick up the pieces of glass.
I looked over at the kitchen doorway to see Calum and Charlotte peeking their head in.
"How long have you two been there?" I asked.
Michael looked at them.
Calum wiped away his imaginary tears. "Oh my god, it's like a novella." He said.
I laughed. "Where's Luke?" I asked.
They both looked in the direction of the living room and back at me.
"I think he left."
Man I feel horrible. I so lied in that last chapter about updating from now on....I've been busy and started other books. I need to stick to one project. I hope you guys enjoyed bc I'll be updating from now on FOR SURE. -author