The Unexpected

17 || The Frustration

"Thanks for tonight. I had fun," I say as I prepare to leave Jack's car.

"I did, too. Let's do this again."

I open my door, spinning around to wave goodbye, then walk up to my front porch. Tonight was so much fun, and I'm a little giddy.

A figure is standing in the shadows, scaring me to death.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just me," Michael coos, trying to calm me down.

With a hand on my chest, I try to slow my exploding heart. Knowing that he intends to come upstairs, I unlock the front door and walk in, leading the way to the kitchen. After I remove my terribly uncomfortable high heels, I open the freezer to pull out my pint of Half Baked.

"Want any?" I ask the antsy boy who's pacing in front of me.

"No," he shoots down the offer.

"Alright..."

I walk over to my bedroom door and turn to look at Michael. He's acting weird. Really weird. Shrugging it off, I sit down at my vanity to finish yet another container of Ben & Jerry's. I'm going to be so fat one day.

"Okay then. How did it go?" The now lilac haired boy shoots. He's bursted through my door, once again startling me.

"...great actually. I think we might go out again." I can't tell if that's the response he wanted or not. He's so jumpy that it's hard to configure what is and isn't making him tick.

I need to tell him. I have to. I have the chance to make a move. I'm done sitting around.

"Great," he spits.

"Mikey are you--"

"I'm fine."

"Alright... So, um, I--"

"What. You what."

"Michael would you shut up. You're starting to piss me off. I'm trying to say something, so let me say it." He shuts up instantly at my use of his full name. I rarely call him Michael in place of Mikey or Bub. I call a lot of people bub, but I've made it like an actual name for him. He's my little Bubsy. My. Mine. He's mine.

Before I speak up, I think whether this is what I want or not. Jack is really sweet, and we go great together. Mikey and I could be perfect, but only if we both get our heads out of our asses and do something. This can go incredibly well or terribly wrong. It's time to take a chance.

"I, uh, have a confession," I start. He looks at me expectantly.

"I do too." His interjection shuts me up. I'll let him go first. I give him a look that says go on.

"I don't want you dating Jack. I don't want you dating anyone." He doesn't continue, and I'm confused by his statement. He looks at me waiting for a response, but I'm too busy admiring how he looks so hot right now. His sour mood has his jaw clenched, and his pale green eyes glowing with fire.

"I'm in love with you," I blurt. This wasn't the approach I'd planned on, but I'm going to roll with it. "I wanted you to stop me from going on this date. I was awake when you told me you loved me, and I've been waiting for you to say something, but you never do. When Jack came along, I thought maybe then you'd tell me."

He stands up angrily and yells, "you tried to make me jealous?"

Now it's my turn to stand up.

"No! I like Jack but I like you more. So, so much more," I rush to him and grab his face, looking into his eyes. "I want you. I want us. That's why you're here isn't it? To tell me the same thing?"

"No." He covers his face in frustration, rubbing his eyes.

That's when my world shatters. Just like yesterday, I fight so hard not to cry, and I lose the fight. I turn from him, not wanting him near me anymore.

"Skye," Michael whispers. He tries to reach for me, but I jerk away. "I want you. I want us to be together so bad, but I'm so f.ucked up. You need someone who can take care of you. I'm not good enough for you, and it f.ucking sucks knowing that. I don't want to see you with anyone else, but you need to be. I don't know why I'm here, because I thought I could fix this, but I can't.

"We can't be together."

"You're such an ass," I burst. My voices raises and I thank God that Mali is out tonight. "I mean oh my god you're so frustrating. I'm standing here, telling you you're good enough. That I want you. And you know what, f.uck you. I told you I could take care of myself. I don't need a babysitter, Michael. Get out."

"S, I--"

"I said, get out."

I spin on my heel, and head into my bathroom, making sure to slam the door. I turn on the shower so he won't hear the sobs that leave my mouth as he walks out of my room. I knew that things were about to turn to crap. I knew that my world was going to come crashing down soon.

Why did he even come if all he was going to do was say that he didn't want me? He could have left it alone and let me be happy with Jack, but now it will just feel wrong. I was about to drop him instantly if Mikey had said he wanted to be together. I can't go back to him as a rebound.

Whatever. I can figure this all out in the morning. Turning to look in the mirror, I see a mess. The shower is already on, so I undress and get in. I'm just so done with today. I'm finishing up, and then I am going to bed to forget about this whole nightmare.

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Michael POV

 “You didn’t,” Luke says over the phone, sounding exasperated.

 “I-- I wanted to fix it but there was nothing to fix. We just can’t.”

 “Don’t you think you should let her decide who or what is or isn’t good enough for her?” Ashton chimes in, the phone clearly on speaker.

 I can tell that everyone’s done with my s.hit. Especially Skye. I’ve never seen her so angry, and I’m devastated because I was the reason. I tried to fix this, us, and I only made it worse. I made it so much worse.

 “I have my reasons. They look really stupid right now, but I have them. I’m just gonna go to bed now. Talk to you all later.”

And I’m going to bed like I said, but I know I won’t be falling asleep. I have a feeling insomnia and over thinking are my only two friends tonight.

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A/N

Quick chapter but wowowowow. That was unexpected. No kissing now, but soon they'll quit being stupid.

So we still need a ship name. Ppl help me out. I'm thinking Whitford??? Lol it's so hard to think of one.

Any predictions??

Continue to comment and like, you boobs! Your love is what keeps me going.

Xx. Ash