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My skin was cold and my hands wandered across the bed for something to warm me. I could've sworn there were 5 blankets on this mattress last night when I crawled in. I found the comforter and tried to pull it over my cold body but there was a force keeping it away. My tired eyes opened and looked across the bundle of blankets and pillows toward Michael, curled up in a ball in the pile. I smiled to myself and stood up, deciding to make breakfast for the two of us.
I walked down the stairs quietly, afraid any small noise from within the walls of the house could wake Michael from his slumber, but as I moved closer to the main floor, I heard clatters in the kitchen. I moved quickly but still softly until I'd reached the kitchen. I poked my head around the corner and saw the back side of a woman with long blonde hair, half way down her back. She was digging a plate out of a cupboard.
I moved slowly into the kitchen, weary of who this woman was. While I was walking, I stepped on something sticky and as I tore my foot from the surface of the tile, it made a suction-like sound. The lady turned around and I was met with dazzling hazel eyes, not unlike my Mikey's. She seemed surprised, and I was suddenly aware of my attire. I opened my mouth to speak, but she beat me to it.
"Are you Michael's boyfriend?" I nearly fell over.
But then I wanted to slap her.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, very ready to scare the shit out of this middle-aged bitch. Who breaks into houses at 9 in the morning? On a fucking Sunday? Everybody is home 9 o'clock on a Sunday!
"Is Michael homosexual?"
"Who the hell are you? I swear if you don't answer me I'm calling the co-"
"Mom?" I turn and see Michael behind me. I take notice of his long pants and hoodie, a shadow formed across his face to hide the marks. The injured boy steps around me to protect my mostly-naked body from this woman, "What are you doing here?"
"Michael have you been sleeping with this boy?"
"Mom, just answer my question, what are you doing here?" he repeats. The woman rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.
"This is my house boy, and the only reason you're so lucky as for us to let you live here is because you've agreed to pay for college if you don't get that scholarship your dad wants for you to get, or have you forgotten already?" she held up Michael's progress report for the past week. He'd refused to show me his but as I took a closer look, I realized he wasn't doing too well.
I took the report from his mother's grasp and looked at the notes from worried teachers. This week has been very poor for Michael, more focus in class and motivation at home will help with his learning for the remainder of the semester.
"Mikey, it's bad enough you get these reports due to lack of participation and motivation, couldn't you try harder to not need weekly progress sent home?"
"It's not like anyone actually sees them, she doesn't care," he says motioning towards his mother.
"Universities and Colleges care, they,"
"I care Michael, I wish you'd have shown me this. I need to know you're not throwing your life down the drain," I take a step towards my collapsing best friend.
"You don't care! She doesn't care! My teachers don't. Care. You've only known me for a week Calum, don't act like you know me! Who do you think I am? Some ragdoll you can just play with, throw around, and leave in the attic until next time to collect dust? No! I'm a human being and you barely even know me! As for you, mom, I don't even want to go to college or university for business or freaking sports! I want to go for photography or something I actually enjoy.
"Hey! Maybe your useless bisexual son will go to college for hair styling and aesthetics! I know how much you and dad would just love that, right? Honestly, nobody cares about me. Not Calum, not my own parents, not even Christ our savior gives two shits about the rainbow-haired baby inhabiting this shitty house. Maybe I should've died yesterday like I was supposed to," by then Michael had collapsed on the ground in a puddle of tears and utter sorrow. It took everything in me not to collapse beside him and cry into his shoulder.
"I think you should leave," I turned to look at the startled woman standing behind me. She seemed like she wanted to object for a moment, but then seemed to think better of it and left the room. Calum waited for the sound of the front door closing before he ran over to his friend, curled up in his tears on the cold tiles, "Mikey, I love you, don't you know? I love you so much Mikey. It doesn't matter I've only known you since Monday, you're basically my brother and these past 6 days have held more memories than an entire year with my old friends. How can I prove to you that our friendship means more to me than anything?"
Michael doesn't look at me. He doesn't move, he doesn't make a single noise. He's not crying anymore and I'm a little confused and worried. Finally, he looks up at me, the hood falling from his fluffy head to reveal red puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "Disney marathon?" is all I hear and I know I have my Mikey back.
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A:N/ Oops not Cake, but I always find fics with some variety are a lot more fun, yeah?
I'm not even gonna make an excuse this time for why it took so long to update, I'm just lazy af.
Who do you think was the beauty/beast of this chapter?
Beauty of the chapter definitely Mikey, what a cutie.
Beast was probs his mum xD don't hate me!
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