Musical Sketches ✔️

27| Emails

Past Micheal's POV 

Late freshman year of high school. 

"Micheal, I love you and your talent so much!" An email said. It was sent by Kayla Kim.

"Micheal, I've supported your career from the start and I'm so happy to see you finally growing!" Another email said. It was sent from Jonathan Park.

"Hey, why are you still here? No one likes you and all your so-called 'fans' only like you because you're such a pretty boy," An email from User289 said.

I stared at the last one for a few moments before putting my phone down. Honestly, I hated myself. I was a narcissistic moron who had no life other than trying to impress his family, peers, and trying to live up to an impossible reputation.

"Micheal, get up. You're going to be late for class," Marc exclaimed.

I didn't even want to go to class. I wanted to just disappear. I had a lot of haters and a lot of fans. However, the haters had a point, honestly. Ever since elementary school, I had been loved and I adored that. People still liked me at school, but it was usually girls confessing their love for me or fawning over my talent. I guess all of that got to my head. That last email was like a slap to the face.

"I'm not going to class today. I'm going to the rooftop. It's nice outside and my grades are already up to par."

"Mine are too, I guess. I could spend the day with you, if you want."

Honestly, I loved Marc and he was a great friend, but I wanted to be alone. I was angry with him for some reason. He hadn't done anything wrong, I was just angry at the world.

It was sophomore year of high school and I still wasn't at peace with myself. I liked guys, but I could never admit that to the public. I also had to play in some stupid band because my parents forced me to. My band mates weren't bad, I'd just rather spend my weekend a different way.

"I'll be fine," I stated. "I'll go alone."

"You seem dull," Marc said as he took my arm. "Are you okay—."

"I hate everything, Marc!" I exclaimed. "I hate my emails. I hate my fangirls. Why can't I just be Hannah! Why am I the twin with the horrible life?"

An annoying ringing filled my ears and I hit my head with my hands. I felt dizzy and I felt like I was going to faint at any second.

"Your emails?" I could hear Marc question as the ringing dimmed down. "What emails?"

I threw my phone at him and walked out of the dorm. It was quiet in the hallways. Once I finally found the door to the rooftop, I sat down next to the fence and curled up into a ball. I couldn't let my roommates head back to the dorm and see me like this. I was Micheal Luis Dubois and I had this perfect image to uphold. I wanted to disintegrate and let the earth take me. I hated my life and it's not like I could tell anyone that without it being on news headlines.

The next day, Marc had told me to meet him on the rooftop. When I arrived, he was standing there with his hands behind his back and he looked pretty nervous.

"So, what is it?" I asked. The rooftop smelled of cinnamon, like always. I guess the cafeteria was making french toast sticks again. I was tired of eating french toast sticks. They served them almost everyday.

"Micheal," he began. "I love you. Remember that time you said j'taime to me in middle school? Well, je t'aime aussi."

"Te amo también," I replied. "I remember you telling me that as well."

"You knew this whole time?"

"I thought you meant it platonically."

"Well, in English words, I love you. Micheal Luis Dubois, I've loved you since elementary school. Will you be my boyfriend?"