Bad Attraction | Chris Motionless x Michael Jackson

CHAPTER 15

As soon as the loud metal clank resonated in his room, Michael allowed the tears to finally fall. Shame flared up to his face, adding to the heartache and he sniffled pitifully before rushing to his bed, burying his face in the uncomfortably thin pillow.

The night was awful.

Michael didn't manage to sleep a wink, except in the early hours of the morning, for he was woken up by Ronnie loudly jumping out of bed, making him startle. "Hey.. did Chris get bored, finally?" Ronnie asked.

With an aching head from all the crying he did and a stuffy nose, Michael groaned and turned his dried-wet cheek to the other side, facing the wall. He didn't want to get up. He didn't want to answer Ronnie's question.

Damn, did Chris turn bored, on top of aware of Michael unreciprocated feelings? Possible.

As far as he knew, last night had thrown Michael's entire world out of its axis, except in the worst way ever known.

"Ronnie, please... just leave me alone. I'm not in the mood right now." Michael mumbled.

"Well, sorry. If you ever need a friend and a shoulder to cry on, I'm here."

And he kept on going and going, as Michael didn't want to say another word to Ronnie.

He didn't dare get out of the morning, not wanting to be seen by Chris, or any of his friends, or anyone at all, really. Instead, he spent it all wondering what Chris thinks of him now, while feeling like someone was pouring acid straight on his heart.

Michael dragged himself out of bed to the self when lunch rang. Luckily, or unluckily, Chris was there, as usual - sitting between Tyler, Andy, and Ricky. The sight of him as painful as a burning knife in his stomach. Michael sat next to Ashley, and slowly ate his food.

Ashley noticed Michael's mood, "Hey, what's with the gloomy face? Do you wanna talk about it, I'm all ears dude."

"To be honest, I don't want to talk about Chris. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I guess."

"Chris? Isn't he the same Chris.. I had seen you around with? The tall tatted dude with long hair.. and scary as hell?"

"Yes, that's Chris."

"Dude, stay away from him. I've been avoiding him since that nightmare of a moment. He targeted me and- nevermind, I don't wanna talk about it."

"Ashley, I understand how you feel about that." Michael deeply sighed, "I'm comfortable around you.. and honestly, I don't wanna be here. I'd rather be in my cell sleeping all day."

"That's such a big mood. I don't wanna be here either, all of these men give me the creeps." Ashley nodded, "Yeah, I'm comfortable around you too. You're a good guy, I hope we can be best friends and keep in touch when we're out of this shithole."

It was forbidden. No one was supposed to remain in their cells during the afternoons, unless they were sick.

This way one day passed, then two, then three, then four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

The next morning, Michael woke up with his heart even heavier than it had been. There was only two days left to him was the first thought coming upon him, though he didn't know why he kept on counting.

In two days, Chris would be free, and they would never see each other again. Two little days.

Michael didn't even had time to say goodbye. Or have a last kiss, although he doubted it would have been well-received, with Chris throwing him out.