Don't Jump || mgc

II

Talias Point of view

I quickly turned around, careful not to fall off. A boy with blueish hair stood there staring at me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, upset that I was interrupted.

"Well I came up here to blow off steam. Were you seriously going to jump?" He spoke so softly. I won't let that fool me though. All boys are the same. Assholes.

I put my hands on my hips, showing I was clearly upset. "Why do you care? Can you go back from where you came from so I can get on with my business?"

I probably sound like a huge bitch, but I just want to get this over with. "I'm not leaving until you step off the ledge."

I scoffed. Who even is this? "There's nothing worth getting off of this ledge for, so please leave."

-Michael's point of view -

"There's nothing worth getting off of the ledge for, so please leave."

I looked in her eyes. There was something about them. They looked so empty.

She was beautiful, really she was. Even with makeup running down her face.

"Look, I don't know who you are, and you don't know who I am. But I know that there are so many things to live for, and you shouldn't just throw your life off of a ledge. Literately." I laughed a little, but immediately stopped. I probably sound like a huge dick.

"Sorry, that was mean. But I can show you things worth living for. I can be your shoulder to lean on. I'll be your friend."

She folded her arms over her chest and sighed. I smiled as she hopped off of the ledge.

"So, what's your name?" she asked, eyeing me.

I stuck out my hand, "Michael, Michael Clifford." She stuck her hand in mine and shook it.

"Talia, Talia Devinfield."

A/N:
omg that was so short. just a quick update. I didn't look over this so sorry for mistakes.