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Chapter 7.

(A/N: just in case if you didn't read the little change I made in the last update, the main character's name is Rachel.)

Rachel's p.o.v

"Tell me," he said softly. "I want to know."

I started from when dad died, all the way til this day. How I was bullied in middle school, and always alone. I shed many tears, along with him.

"Come on," he said standing up, outstretching his hand. I grabbed it and he pulled me up. We walked out of the restroom and back into Mrs. Statford's class.

"We're going to see the counselor," Michael told her as he grabbed both our bags. She nodded and we left her room once again.

"Are we really going to see the counselor?" I asked curiously.

"No," he said laughing a bit. "We're leaving this hell house."

We didn't talk until we got into his car, which he started and left the school. About five minutes later, we arrived in front of an enormous beautiful house.

"You live here?" I asked in astonishment.

"Yep," he said smiling.

We got to his door and he opened it with his key. When we walked in, I was completely amazed. I looked at the walls, and the huge windows that were placed.

"This is so cool," I said, grinning.

"Thanks," he said. "My parents chose all the decorations, I just painted the walls."

I thought of the image of him painting and laughed to myself.

"What?" He asked as we walked up the stairs.

"I can imagine you painting, and getting it all over yourself," I said laughing even more.

"I did actually, it was pretty funny," he said as we reached the top of the stairs, also laughing.

He opened a door that revealed a clean room, which I suspected was his. There were band posters on the wall, some of which I loved. There was a queen sized bed with navy blue sheets, and a computer desk with a laptop and more against the far wall. He also had two guitars: one electric and one acoustic.

"Even your room is clean," I said, quite impressed.

"Geez, Ray, I'm not that messy," he scoffed.

"And now I know that," I said, sitting in his computer chair.

"Oh shit, my mom might freak when she gets home, noticing I'm not there," I sort of panicked.

"I'll call her later and say you were sick or some shit, so I took you home and gave you medicine," Michael said.

"Okay, thanks," I said, sighing in relief. "You play guitar?"

"Yeah," he said grabbing the acoustic one and sitting on his bed. "I'm in a band, too."

"Since when did you join a band?" I asked incredulously.

"It started a while back," he said strumming it lightly. "It's me, Calum, Ash, and your jackass of a brother."

I laughed at the 'jackass' part. "What's your band called?"

He didn't say anything, he just looked at the floor, laughing.

"Come on, please tell me," I said standing up and sitting next to him.

"5secondsofsummer," he muttered.

"5 Seconds Of Summer?" I asked laughing. "If there's only four of you, why-"

"It was either that or Bromance," he said, looking embarrassed.

"How cute."

"That is not cute, we're supposed to be punk rock," he said.

"Whatever you say, Clifford," I said leaning back on the bed.

He leaned back, looked straight at me.

"I'm really sorry," he said in a quiet voice. "I never knew you went through that."

"It's nothing," I said closing my eyes, facing the ceiling. "Just....just don't tell Luke anything I said to you in the restroom."

"I Promise."

"Michael?" I asked after a moment of silence.

"Hmm?"

"Play me a song."

He sat up, grabbing a pic, since his guitar was already in his hands. He sat back down next to me as I leaned back up, looking at him.

He started a tune, and I already loved it.

"Don't talk, let me think it over.
How we gonna fix this?
How we gonna undo all the pain?
Tell me, is it even worth it.
Looking for a straight line,
Taking back the time we can't replace.

All the crossed wires
Just making us tired.
Is it too late to bring us back to life?

When I close my eyes and try to sleep
I fall apart, I'm fighting hard to breathe.
You're the reason, the only reason.
Even though my dizzy head is numb,
I swear my heart is never giving up.
You're the reason, the only reason..."

I clapped when he finished the rest of the song. "Wow, Michael. That was amazing! Did you write that?"

"Yeah, I did actually. Thank you."

A/N Okay I know that was really long and boring, but I'm trying. This is the first time I've wrote a fanfic (third version of this story). I've written it in two notebooks, changing it every time. But I hope you guys like it. Love you
-Alexis