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tori's pov
tori and michael have a little fight because michael is concerned about tori. they make out in the end instead of apologizing tho :]
tw for fights, not wanting to get out of bed, fights,

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michaellll <3

michael
read at 11:48 PM

tori

hi
read at 11:48 PM

hi :)
whats wrong?

i don't wanna get out of bed
read at 11:38 PM

why not?

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why not. why don't i want to get out of bed. i should be doing something active. not lying in my bed or staring at the ceiling or blogging. i'm so fucking lazy. but i feel like i have no energy to get out. i hate this. i hate this so much. why can't i get out of bed for once? i want to do something productive. i swear. but why does it seem so hard. why does it seem so hard... i'm so lazy. i can't even get out of bed for FOOD for christ sake. god. i hate myself so much.

i realize my phone is vibrating. i don't want to look at it but i do. michael is calling me. so i answer.

"hey." he says as soon as i answer. i hear the concern in his voice.

"hi." i respond.

"are you okay?" he asks. "be honest. please."

"i'm fine." i fake a small laugh. but he sees right through my lie.

"tori. quit lying. what's wrong?"

i don't say anything.

"tori." i hear his voice get almost a stern voice, but i still hear how concerned he is.

i still don't say anything. and then he goes quiet. but i hear him shuffling around. and then i hear keys jingling. i don't think anything of it. and we just stay silently on call for at least fifteen minutes. and then he hangs up. and i start to feel sad again. it's like his calls distract me from every bad feeling and when i'm left back alone to the silence of my room it's like everything feels horrible.

a few minutes pass by. i hear a knock at my bedroom door. it's charlie.

"what?" i ask. and continue to stare at the ceiling.

"michael is here."

"oh."

"why do you seem unhappy about it? i thought you were always happy when he was here." i hear a bit of concern in his tone.

"i'm not. i'm just tired."

"okay, well, i'll let him in then."

i don't say anything, he walks out of my room.

a minute later michael is in my doorway.

"why'd you come here." i ask as he closes the door. i don't even look at him.

"because i'm worried about you." he argues.