𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | | ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴀ.

ᵏᶦˢˢ٭〣✦╏𝟏𝟐

(exciting title, hm?)

𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢'𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 — 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞
“𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝
𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.”

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

you were troubled.

for some reason, things felt like they were ending.

the first day of summer break was supposed to mark a new start, but you couldn't shake off the undeniable feeling that... something had been coming to a close.

it was friday; the last day of school.

(im starting to confuse myself with the days in this fic i cant even tell if it truly is friday💀, since im taking the chapters a day at a time...)

you hadn't talked with any of your friends.

the day passed by in a breeze, some teachers even letting you do as you pleased with the only condition that the class would be quiet. they must've been tired too, you wouldn't blame them, having to deal with these kids for years for minimal pay.

the school exits were in one second full, and then the next empty. everyone was excited for summer break, that part was clear. but your mind was foggy, dark and gloomy. the past week had been an absolute train-wreck of emotions. new friends, new experiences, new perspective...

everything went by so fast, and it felt like it was ending, even if you reminded yourself it clearly wasn't. you'd hang out with your friends during the summer, now that you had as much time to do as you pleased, and everything would remain the same.

today was just as gloomy as the day before when you and michael shared your alone moment.

this time, you came prepared with an umbrella.

unclasping the velcro strap and raising it, the umbrella bloomed above your head, catching the rain that fell down on you as you stepped out.

you hadn't met with any of the guys, at least hoping you could walk towards your houses with one of them 'til you had to split ways. you hadn't interacted with any of them at all throughout the day, not because you didn't want to, but you just never got the chance.

the walk home was getting increasingly more silent as you had moved away from the groups of teenagers that huddled around campus. of course, the walk wasn't at all silent, cars zooming by you, water splashing under each step, rain leaving pitter patters on your umbrella...

although a bit discouraged with the lack of interaction today, you headed home with decent energy, relieved to know that this would be the last trip from school and back for the next few months.

and even though it was practically summer, you had a couple layers on, since it had been rainy these past couple of days, and would probably continue to be so for a while.

as you got home, you took off your shoes and placed your umbrella in the hallway to dry, taking off your lightly wet jacket and hanging it on a hook.

your dad's dirty blonde hair was visible from the couch, along with your sister's caramel brown locks. he had peered over the couch hearing the door unlock, and greeted you as you walked in. you smiled and went upstairs to your room, leaving your backpack and returning to the living room.