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Fault

Bella

"Michael," I grab his face in my hands. "You have to calm down." I say to him sternly.

"How am I supposed to calm down," Michael turns away from me. "When my best friend is fucking missing?"

"He isn't missing Michael." I groan. I was worried about Luke too, of course, but Michael was taking it too far. Luke has only been gone for about fifteen hours. He's fine, nothing bad could have happened to him. He's fine.

"Well then where is he?!" Michael barks and turns around to glare at me. "Because guess what, he isn't with us! He's not with Ash, or Mia, or Cal, or even Karlie! He's just gone!"

"Try his mum again!" I yell at him.

"He isn't with her either!"

"Jack, Ben, his grandparents!" I count on my fingers. "Anyone!"

"I have tried!" Michael and I were raising our voices at each other too frequently these days. "I've really tried Bella." That's when Michael lowers his voice and tugs at his hair. His eyes getting a little watery.

"Michael..." I say softly and pull him into my arm. His head on my shoulder and his arms around my waist.

"It's all my fault." Michael cries. "If he is hurt, it's going to be all my fault."

"But he isn't hurt, okay?" I use one hand to stoke his newly blue hair and the other to rub circles on his back. "You don't know that."

"But what if he is?" Michael sounds a but like a child right now. I don't mean it in a bad way, he just sounds so sad and so little.

"Then how could that possibly be your fault?" I pull Michael back and place my finger under his chin so he is looking at me. His eyes letting tears escape and slowly fall down his cheeks.

"Because," he sniffs. "I stopped talking to him. He didn't have any friends. For a while I didn't care but then I did start caring. But I didn't do anything about it." I could tell Michael was trying really hard to control his breathing right now. "You saw him, he stopped coming out of his room, I don't know what or how much he was eating, he wouldn't speak to us..." Michael's voice catches. "I should've spoke to the others about it. But I didn't think it was my problem. I'm such a shitty friend and person."

I hate when Michael cries. His face gets all pouty and his eyes immediately go bloodshot. His voice also begins to catch and crack. I just really didn't like it.

"Listen," I say to Michael and stroke my thumb against his cheek, wiping away the tears. "He'll just be out, he'll have gone to a club or a bar and will probably call when he needs a ride, okay?" I peck Michael's lips. "He's going to be okay." I think about adding 'and if he isn't that's not your fault,' but I instead choose not to. That's would probably just upset him more.

"Okay," Michael says timidly. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I say as Michael rests his forehead on mine and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. "It's okay you got upset," I run a hand through his hair.

"No," Michael shakes his head. "I'm sorry about snapping at you a lot recently."

Oh. Right.

"I shouldn't be doing that," Michael opens his eyes. "I should be remembering that you are under a lot of stress with the wedding, and the baby, and school, and your family. I don't have any right to be yelling at you,"

"To be fair," I say quietly. "I've been yelling at you a lot recently too,"

"Yeah, I normally deserve it though." Michael smiles shyly. He then dips his head down and kisses my lips. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too." I nod back and stroke his jawline with my thumb, as my other hand continues to play with his hair.

"No more yelling?" Michael asks.

"No more yelling." I agree.

"Good." He sighs happily and touches his lips against mine again. But it's only brief as the house phone begins ringing and Michael and I jump a part with fright.

"Oh." I say when I realize what it is.

"That might be Luke's mum," Michael tells me. "She might have heard from him. I'll be back in a minute." Michael goes out into the hall to answer as I wait patiently for him to return.

My head was in so much pain right now and I was so tired. All I wanted to do was sleep but I had to make sure Luke was okay. As much as I hate to admit is I also was blaming myself. I'm great at giving advice, I can just never take it. Even my own.

I stand for another two minutes just thinking up ridiculous and impossible scenarios that might have happened to Luke. It was all stupid. He was probably just at a club, drunk. He might have thought this was his only way of getting a break from everything. He'll be fine. He has to be fine.

The door slowly cracks open and Michael just stands there, his eyes watery again. "Bella..." he says weakly and bites his lip.

"What is it?" I rush forward to him. "What's wrong?"

Before I can embrace him Michael sinks to his knees. So of course, I do the same. Cupping his face in hands and wiping away the tears.

"Karlie j-just c-called." Michael stutters, shaking his head. "Sh-she was crying."

"Michael." I say sternly, my heart beat quickening. "What happened?"

Michael blinks at me a couple times. "She's at the hospital."

"What... why?" I gulp. Do I really want to know? What if something awful has happened? Of course something awful has happened. Karlie is at the hospital crying, Michael is crying on his knees in front of me. There is nothing good that could have provoked all of this.

Michael takes a shaky breath. "Luke is in hospital." Michael bites his lip. He bites his lip so hard is see blood trickle from it. "He was in a car crash... and... he just... he just won't wake up."

"He... Luke..." I don't know what I was trying to say, or what I wanted to say. But I need got the chance because before I know it, Michael and I are both on our Kees sobbing to each other and I'm left wondering if Luke is going to be okay.