Somebody That I Used To Know (BMC Boyf Riends-Ex. Headphones)

Chapter 5

A/N- This is another long chapter. 

~Michael's POV~

"Some things just, some things just make sense and one of those is you and I."

It was getting better, although I was still paranoid as hell, thinking about Jeremy in the audience, listening to these lyrics that Rich somehow couldn't decipher the meaning. I knew Jeremy would, and that was part of what I was afraid of. Him getting the wrong idea, since I really am over him. Writing this song was just a memoir to my past self, perhaps, or something that showed past thoughts and emotion and nothing in the present.

I am over him. I am over that boy, I am forcing myself now. I am.

"...and even after all this time..."

Strumming the last chord of the line as I held out that note, I felt more aware of my surroundings. The rhythm of my hand stopping, the audience seeming to hold their breath- as if they actually got that into my songs- the bright light shining in my eyes that I had gotten used to by now. If I would actually get out of my thoughts and just look around, it isn't so bad.

Rich smiled at me from the end of the stage in the audience next to a fan that you could tell was tempted to bombard him, but kept themselves contained. I was glad, even though I appreciated each and every fan. It was still crazy to me how people actually like my music.

I reached down and gripped Rich's arm, pulling him up onto the stage.

"I'm into you."

Just then the audience roared a bit, and I could already see the tweets being posted about rumors of us being a thing now. I forced a small smile, but I could feel tears wanting to sneak their way into my eyes.

No. This is what you want. This is what you need.

Rich didn't seem to notice.

"B-baby not a day goes by that I'm not into you."

The chords started up into their usual rhythm again, but this feeling of dread just wouldn't go away. I strummed the smallest bit louder, not enough for anyone to notice but myself.

"I should be over all the butterflies, but I'm into you."

Rich put a hand on my jaw, and I leaned a bit into his touch. It was a bit comforting as I continued to finish the song.

"And even baby on our worst nights, I'm into you."

He leaned in to whisper something in my ear, and once he did I felt all the moisture leave my mouth.

"Jeremy's here again."

"I'm- I'M into you." My voice cracked and grew a bit louder, and I felt myself flush in embarrassment.

I tried to finish the rest of the song normally, but to say it was a struggle would be an understatement. My picking up breaths were hard to keep down. Looking over everyone's heads, I finally saw him quickly shuffling out of the venue. The string seemed to sting in a thin ring on my finger.

Fuck.

I looked over at Rich for any sort of guidance, but he looked just as lost and confused as I was. His fists were clenched at his sides.

"I'm still into you."

I wanted to just run off of this stage, get out of here and sit in the safety of the backstage and regret my life decisions, but I couldn't yet. There was still more to the show and I can't just leave.

Looking over at Rich again, he gazed back, eyes dark and eyebrows low. He darted off the stage, and by this point I was praying he didn't kill that boy, even after all the pain.