The Guitars //M.C.//

Two guitar players + Two guitars + Two tours + One airport = utter confusion, anxiousness, irritation, frustration, love...


14. Chapter 13

Michael's POV


I hold her in my arms as she snores lightly, her eyebrows furrowing every now and then. I rub the back of her hand that's resting on my chest and kiss her forehead. She grips onto my shirt and cuddles into my side. I still can't stop thinking of what happened only a couple hours prior to this... I pull her blanket up over her and her legs tangle with mine. Lukas walks into the room and furrows his eyebrows, silently asking what happened. I shake my head and he nods, climbing into his bed and turning off the light.


--5 Hours Later--


I wake to someone shaking me and as my eyes open they meet a pair of sad brown ones. I sit up and hold McKynzi in my arms, cradling her as she cries silently. I look at the digital clock on the nightstand and it reads 4:00AM. I yawn and rub her back.


"I'm sorry, Mikey," she whispers, sitting up and wiping her eyes, "I don't know what happened to me."


"Hey, it's just stress, don't worry, baby," I reassure, rubbing her arm.


"No, it's not. You're stressed, I'm just a fucking mess," she laughs coldly.


"You're not a mess, you're you and you can't change that," I say, not really knowing what to say.


"Yeah, whatever," she mumbles, throwing her legs over the bed, "Get some sleep, Mikey," she gets up and walks out without another word. I stand to go after her, but a tired voice stops me.


"Just go back to sleep, this happens more often then you think."


a/n: sorry for how short this is. It's literally 1AM


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