I wake up, sighing in irritation as a persistent knock on the door annoys me. With a groan I stand up from the all to comfortable bed that I hate to wake from and make my way to my bedroom door. Jogging down the stairs I plan a way to get the person to go away as soon as possible. I crack the door open, my face immediately softening as I see who it is.
A teary eyed Michael looks down at me, his eyes filled with a different type of sadness... a look I've never seen from him in the 2 years of being his girlfriend.
"What's wrong Michael? Are you okay?" I ask with genuine concern, pondering what could possibly make him have such an extreme emotion, it's hart to see him like this since most of the time he's all happy go lucky. God, seeing him like this makes me want to do anything in the world to make him feel better.
He doesn't say anything, he just hugs me with his tall solid frame, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. We walk backwards a little bit as he releases my petite body from his firm hold. He closes the door behind him and sniffles, wiping his tears with his sleeve. Only Michael could make such a simple move look attractive beyond belief.
"Do you wanna talk about it, baby?" I ask knowing how he is about his feelings. He's the type of guy who needs you to just sit there and let him get over it in his head while you hug him. Sometimes it can be frustrating to not know what's going on in his mysterious head, especially when I try to help him and he pushes me away.
"Um, can we go up to your room first?" He says softly, with a slight crack in his voice.
"Of course." I give him a small smile, using it as a way to cover up how surprised I am that he actually wants to talk about it. He holds my hand tightly in his large comforting one leading me up to my room as if he can't wait to tell me.
He opens my door and pulls me in immediately, just as quickly slamming the door behind him.
"Why are you dating me?" He blurts, a question that has my heart shattering for I can't believe he could ask me such a bizarre question.
"Because I love you. Why would you ask me that?" I question as softly as I can, sitting atop my bed only now realizing that I'm just wearing underwear under his big shirt that I stole.
Thank god my parents are gone for the weekend...
"I don't know you tell me." He crosses his arms across his chest giving me a cold look.
"Michael, whats going on?" I ask shakily trying to hold back the sudden tears that sting my eyes. After all we've been through together, he still somehow doubts my love for him... that hurts.
"You really had me fooled, Y/N." He looks away from my face almost as if it pained him to say that. I look at him with furrowed brows feeling the tears threaten to fall from my eyes.
"W-what? What are you talking about?" I ask, my voice cracking as I speak. I walk closer to him holding my hand out to touch him, but he swats it away... almost as if he was disgusted.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about. Don't think word doesn't get around because it does." He spits harshly.
"Michael, I have no idea what you're talking about... I-I... can you explain it to me please?" I ask timidly, the way he looks at me with such hatred makes me feel small and insecure. He's never acted like this before and it only makes the tears fall faster down my now red cheeks.
"Oh yeah, sure. Where should I start? At the part where you told your friends you were gonna break up with me, or when you told them that I was ugly beyond belief?" He says, tears starting to spill over from his beautiful chocolate eyes against. A mixture of emotions rush through my body... I don't know if it's anger or sadness or confusion...
