Rejects 《Michael Clifford》

What A Day: Part Two

We sat down across from each other, criss cross. Can you tell me what's wrong please? Why were you crying so much?  I took a deep breath and sighed, "Well...,"

I thought for a moment trying to figure out what to say. I fidgeted with my hands, looking down, "You're probably going to think that it's stupid", I muttered. "If it made you upset, then it's not stupid,"  Michael said back. I told him about my encounter in the bathroom and how the girls were talking about me. It made me feel so worthless. I was crying again and kept trying to wipe my tears away.

"I honestly shouldn't be getting so worked up about it, I should be used to this by now". I felt Michael place his hand under my chin and lift my head up so I was looking at him. "Ronnie, no one should ever be used to something like that happening. Those girls are stupid and judgemental and you shouldn't listen to them."

He removed his hand and I looked back down at my lap. Why was he being so nice to me? I don't get it, no one's ever nice to me. While I was losing my self in thought, I felt his hand move to my thigh and trace some of the scars that were there. I flinched to his touch at first but then settled down. I heard him mutter something like "why?", he probably thought I didn't hear him.

"You wouldn't understand...", I trailed off, watching his fingers trace my skin. He pulled his hand away and I felt him looking at me. I looked back up and saw him pull the sleeve of his flannel up. I looked at his wrist and found similar scars there. "Yeah, I guess I wouldn't understand. But look, I've been there before, I'm still going through stuff. I struggle with it too. I choose not to talk to people about it because I don't think that they would understand. But maybe you and I can help each other. I want to be there for you, I really do. I know how lonely it is to be the only one you have sometimes." He looked at me the whole time, not breaking eye contact. He opened his arms to me for a hug and I scooted over to him, burying my face in his chest. He gave me a tight squeeze before untangling himself from me and getting up off the bed.

I followed suit and walked with him downstairs to the kitchen. I was actually really hungry, I hadn't eaten anything at all that day. I normally tried to grab breakfast before school but this time I forgot. My stomach was starting to hurt from not eating.

Michael went up to the fridge and grabbed two cans of coke, placing them down in front of us. I grabbed one of the cans and almost chugged it. I knew that if I didn't want to eat I had to drink something sugary to keep from passing out, which completely counteracted the whole "no eating" thing.

Michael chuckled and went over to his freezer, searching for something to cook. "What do you want to eat?"  He looked at me from the freezer, leaning against it. "Oh uhm, I'm not really hungry." Michael looked at me confused and then it was like a light bulb went off in his head. Shit, he knows, doesn't he? "Nice try, I know what you're doing, Ronnie." He walked over to me so we were face to face.

"I don't understand why you would do it though, you're already beautiful the way you are." He shrugged, blushing a little bit. I looked down and bit my lip. Wow, no one has ever said that to me.

"But really though, what do you want to eat? I know you're probably really hungry." I looked back up and he was over by the freezer, rummaging through it. I just told him he could choose whatever. He ended up settling on pizza rolls, which I hadn't eaten in so long. I hadn't eaten anything in so long really.

Michael threw them in the oven and walked over to the couch in the living room, sitting down. I followed him and sat down at the opposite end. "Do you play video games?" I looked over at him and nodded. "Good choice," he got up and placed a Soul Calibur disc into his console and started everything up. He handed me a controller and we started playing until food was done.

Soul Calibur was my favorite game so I tried my best to beat him but he was obviously more experienced than I was. "Oh, come on!", I yelled as I lost for the fourth time in a row. Michael chuckled at me and left to go get the food from the oven. He came back with two plates of pizza rolls and we ate them rather quickly.

It was about four in the afternoon now and I didn't have any other plans but to hang out with Michael. He looked over at me and smiled, "When do you have to be home by?" "Like 8 or 9 I think, why? Do you need me to leave?" I chuckled and he smiled shaking his head. "No, I was wondering if you wanted to stay for dinner."

I sort of froze at the comment. I didn't want to eat but if I told him that, he would not have any of it. I didn't know what to respond with. He noticed my hesitation and placed his hand on my shoulder, looking at me, "I know that you're not too fond of the idea of eating right now. But starving yourself isn't healthy. I want to help. You know that right?" I nodded my head. "Okay, then let me help."

About an hour later his mom came home and started cooking dinner. She was a really lovely person, she reminded me a lot of my mom. Michael didn't tell her much about me, only that me and him just met today.

The rest of the night went by pretty smoothly. We stayed up in his room, listening to music and talking. It came time for me to leave and he said he would drive me home, I obviously protested the idea but he insisted he take me home. Turns out, he didn't live that far from me.

He pulled into the driveway and parked, turning his body so he was facing me. "I had a lot of fun today," he smiled and I smiled back. "Me too." He pulled me in for a hug and we stayed like that for a few seconds. I pulled away and went to leave the car. Before I shut the door, he smiled and said, "Bye, best friend. I'll see you tomorrow." I smiled and shut the door walking up to my house. I walked in and immediately heard the voice of my step mom, Brianna.

"Where were you?" I rolled my eyes, "At my friend's house." "Did you eat dinner?" I nodded my head and walked up the stairs to my room. I collapsed on my bed and pulled the covers up to my chest, not bothering to change out of my clothes. I soon began to drift off to sleep, not totally dreading the next day.

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Okay can we just talk about that picture for a moment?  Calum is all cute looking like a puppy and then Michael is just staring off like, "oh that cloud looks like a kitty"...it's too cute!

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♥Ronnie~