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Chapter 16
Joey's P.O.V.
Apparently, Thomas got in trouble for sleeping over my house and I felt bad because I remember him telling me that he wasn't allowed to have sleepovers. I'm the one who pushed him into coming to my house last minute.
I apologized but he said it didn't matter.
Its Tuesday and Thomas has a club to go to, so I decide to check up on Michael. School ends this Thursday so I'll be able to check up on him more often.
I've been texting Michael a lot since Sunday. I try to get him to tell me why he drinks although deep down I already know the answer. Michael would never answer my question so instead I'd just talk him into doing his work and staying sober.
Its easy to tell when he is drunk when we text because he would spell things terribly wrong or the words would we scrambled in a sentence puzzle. I would also ask if Jason, who Michael calls Jaz for some strange reason, was there. I'll admit, I was jealous of him and I didn't like how close they are but I'm glad that he is there with Michael for the most part.
Michael has been going to a therapist for a while and I wonder why. I send Michael a text saying I'll be over In 5. He sends me back a smiley face.
Walking there, I pick up two Arizonas and snicker bars. We both love the same things.
Walking up to the apartment building, I run into Jason.
"Jaz?" I say but more like a question.
"Just call me Jason, only Michael can get away with calling me that shit." I look at him confused. "Sorry, he called me it one day and saw how much I hated it so now that's all he calls me." He says. He is actually wearing clothes and he looks really good. His shirt is fitted and his shorts are tight and folded above the knee.
"Its cool, so how is he?" I ask staring up into his eyes.
"He's fine, hasn't had anything to drink since last night, I think he is working on an assignment." He says looking at his watch, which looks very expensive. "I have to go, I'll see you later." And with that he is gone.
I knock on the door since its not open. I remember a month before we broke up, him telling me that he was ready to give me a key so I could come over whenever I felt like it.
Michael opens the door with a smile. He looks a lot healthier than before, color to his skin, his hair styled back and he's in a tank with shorts. I smile back.
He leans in to hug me but he bites his lip and steps back to let me in.
"So what's up?" I ask putting the snacks I brought on the counter.
"I was just finishing this essay, then I was going to go to the gym." He says leaning on the counter looking me in the eye.
"Oh, I brought you this." I say awkwardly breaking the gaze. He brings me butterflies.
"Thanks." He opens the Arizona and takes a sip.
"So how is therapy going?" I ask doing the same.
"Its fine, I guess." We move to the couch.
"What made you want to go to therapy?" He frowns.
"I don't know." He says lowly. This is weird normally he is the one demanding answers. I don't like this.
"So how are you and your boyfriend?" He says harshly making my face heat up.
"Good." I say and watch as he huffs while drinking more of his Arizona. I'm glad we are sitting on different couches.
