Michael walked into the kitchen, getting a bag of chips and his mum walked by, "Put those back Michael." She sighed. "Why? I'm hungry." He asked, "You're always hungry and that's not good." She commented and Michael put the chips down, "I'm a growing boy and need food to survive." Michael sassed. "You've been eating too much Michael and it's showing." She scolded and gestured to his tummy that was poking out through his shirt, "Really? Your making your son that is already insecure about his body even more insecure!" He snapped. "I'm not surprised that you are." She retorted and anger surged through Michael's veins, "I gained a little weight it's no big-" He began, "A little." She asked and Michael's face went red with anger. "When did you become such a bitch?!" He shouted and his knuckles were going white from clenching his fists so hard. "I'm not the bitch, you're the chubby bitch." She smirked and he turned to the wall, slamming his fist into a leaving a hole. "Michael Gordon-" She began, "FUCK OFF!" He screamed and slammed his bruised fist on the glass coffee table, it shattering and cutting his hand. He shot his mum one last angry glare before he ran out of the house. Hot angry tear stung his eyes, blood was covering his fist, the cuts were stinging, and his hand was throbbing as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He went to Calum's porch, knocking hard on the door and panting hard from anger and because he was out of breath, Calum opened the door and his eyes widened, "What the hell happened to your hand?" Calum asked as he took Michael to the bathroom. "The bitch happened." Michael cursed as Calum cleaned the blood off his hand with an alchol pad, "What did she do?" Calum asked as he looked at the several cuts and bright purple bruises on his boyfriend's hand, "She called me a chubby bitch and was being a complete fuckface." Michael sniffled as angry tears fell down his cheeks. "Well, how did this happen?" Calum asked as he bandaged Michael's injured hand, "I punched the wall and broke the coffee table." Michael grunted at the pain and Calum sighed, "I just....just can't stand her sometimes." Michael sniffled as angry tears streamed down his face and Calum took him off the counter, holding him to his chest as he cried into his shirt. "Am I chubby?" Michael asked, "You are, but you're beautiful." Calum cooed and pecked Michael's lips, "You're so pretty." Calum smiled and hugged the blonde boy tightly. Calum took Michael to the couch and the pale boy cuddled up to his boyfriend, Calum playing with his blonde fringe as he fell asleep.
