unpredictable : mgc

Chapter 65.

*Brooke's POV*

It's been a week since the boys found out about my cancer.

And let's just say they're not taking it amazingly.

The boys have been by my side the whole time, Calum even sleeps here at the foot of the bed.

Michael wanted to too, and he'd try to stay here all day, but the others would take him out to keep him stressfree for a bit and keep his mind off things.

They tried making Calum go too, but Calum would refuse and literally nothing would make him go, even his sister and mum have tried convincing him to go and do something, get him healthier. But he refuses.

He says he can't risk the chance of me not being here when he comes back from anywhere, and that there should always be someone with me to make sure I'm okay. Even though I am...kind of.

"Calum?" I sighed.

"Mm?" He replied oblivious to the fact that he does need to do something productive.

"Why don't you see Shay?" I said stroking his hair, he carefully cuddled next to me before.

He bit his lip.

"She misses you." I pouted.

"I know..." He sighed. "I miss her too, but I will always have her. I won't always have you."

I bit my lip to stop the tears. "But there's a chance I'll survive..."

"We all know you won't." He sighed. "I wish that was an option, but look at you..."

"It's not your job to worry about me." I said.

"No, but I can. And I will, because you're my best friend and I can't loose you." He mumbled as he cuddled closer into me.

"You need a shower." I sighed.

"The cologne takes the smell away." He smiled innocently.

"You're throwing your life away."

"Atleast by your side while you're alive."

"Your fans are worried."

"They're more worried about you."

"Your familie's worried about you."

"Again, they're more worried about you."

"You're gonna die in here."

"So are you."

"You need proper food."

"You need a proper life."

"Damn you, Calum."

"Love you too, Brooke." He smiled victoriously.

And I never won that arguement.

*Michael's POV*

I sighed as I breathed in the smell of ocean.

I looked around me and noticed the beach was empty, probably because it was a windy cloudy day at 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

I just sat there, not exactly doing anything in particular, just thinking, watching the waves race eachother on the shore that was about 15 feet away from me.

"Michael?"

I lifted my head off my folded arms and looked up to a girl, with long brown hair and green eyes. A girl I don't recognize.

"Oh, um, hi?" I smiled.

"I'm a, um, fan." She mumbled shyly as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

I smiled. "Hello, sit down if you want. I'm not doing anything."

She looked shocked for a second, but then I saw her nod slightly, and then carefully sit down next to me.

I sighed and placed my head back onto my crossed arms.

"Thank you." She said.

I turned my head towards her and frowned. "For what?"

"For writing me that letter." She smiled slightly, pulling all her hair to fall down her left shoulder. "I'm Amelia."

I thought for a second and then I remembered about the taxi driver and the letter I wrote.

"Oh, hey!" I smiled. "It was nothing, you needed it."

She smiled. "It helped."

"Good." I smiled. "I'm sorry about your mum...but don't hurt yourself for an incident that wasn't your fault."

"Thank you, Michael." She smiled and then looked down at her hands, playing with them nervously. "And I'm sorry."

"For what?" I mumbled.

"Brooke." She frowned. "I really love her, I'm a fan even if she isn't famous."

"Oh..." I mumbled. "Yeah, I'm sorry too."

"I'm really hoping that she get's better. She doesn't deserve it. She's an amazing girl." She smiled.

"Thanks, me too." I sighed. "And I'm sorry for your mum."

"Thanks..." She bit her lip. "She wasn't my mother though."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"She and my kind of dad adopted me, and two other kids." She smiled.

"Oh, you live with those kids?" I asked.

"No, they moved out. My sister found her real parents, she chose to be with them. My brother moved in with his girlfriend about two years ago. I just moved down here from Melbourne." She explained. "We all kinda lost contact for a bit though, my brother went into the tattooing buisness and my sister actually moved here to Sydney about a year ago now. If you meet them, you'll see how different I am from them two, they're both punky and stuff. But I think you met my sister."

"Oh?" I nodded. "What are they called?"

"Charlene and Jay." She shrugged.

A/N: Hai. It's been so long and I feel so mean.

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