Soulmates / mc

2

"Why the fuck were you out so late last night? I texted and called you at least 10 times! The least you could have done is tell me where the party was at so I could see if you were there," Evan yelled furiously.

"Maybe I didn't want you to know where I was! Besides, Luke took me to his house a street down from the party so I could crash there. We were both hungover, he couldn't have driven me back here."

"All you ever talk about is Luke. You know what, I forbid you from seeing him."

I was dumbfounded. "Excuse me? You are not my father, nor are you a figure of authority to me. I will do what I want, whenever the hell I want. You do not control me."

"Oh really?," he questioned. He ripped my phone from my hand and made his way down the hallway into our bathroom.

"Wait- Give me my phone back," I yelled as I followed him.

He opened the toilet seat and hovered my phone over the bowl of water. "Stop seeing Luke, or you won't be able to contact him, or any of your friends and family, again."

Though I was shaking with rage, I gave in. "Fine. Just give me my phone back."

"I don't think so. I think I'll keep this for awhile until you've learned your lesson."

"Evan, I am not a child."

"If you're going to act like one, I'm going to treat you like one," he spat through gritted teeth before grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the bathroom.

And sadly, that was the end of our discussion.
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I was stuck in my apartment for at least 3 days, with no contact to my family, friends, or Luke.

Deep down, I knew this was wrong, and unhealthy, and horrible, but I still couldn't find myself to not say "I love you, too" before we both fell asleep.

Eventually, Luke finally came over to the complex after the 4th day of no contact to see what was up. Thankfully, I answered the door.

"Cassie, why the hell have you not been answering your phone? I've been worried sick," he asked.

"About that . . . Evan thinks that I shouldn't see you anymore. He thinks you're a bad influence on me. To be fair, maybe he's right . . "

"Cas, you can not be serious. We've known each other 11 years. Listen, why don't you just come to my house for a day or two and we can sort this out."

"Luke, I don't know. I still think that maybe Evan was right. Plus it would make him mad if I left without his permission."

"Permission? Listen to yourself. This is not the Cassie I know. You wouldn't let some possessive boy hold you down. Snap out of it."

I couldn't seem to make eye contact. On one hand, I'd feel guilty if I left without Evan knowing. On the other hand, I'd still feel guilty if I didn't leave. Luke is my best friend, he's been with me through everything. But Evan is my boyfriend.

In the end, I picked Luke.

"Fine. But you have to help me find my phone and pack up. Evan is sleeping right now, so be quiet."

I shut the door quietly after he entered. "The prick hid your phone?," he whispered.

"Shh. Don't talk about him like that."

Luke rolled his eyes. "I'll find your phone, you pack up." We split ways and I tried my best to fill a duffel bag with my belongings without making any noise.

A hanger fell off the bar and Evan stirred in his sleep. Afraid he would wake up soon, I quickly finished, and left a note stating why I left, but not telling him where I was going.

I waited in the living room for Luke, who shortly after exited the bathroom. "Hidden in the cabinet behind some deodorant. I got the charger, too. Let's go."

I slipped on my shoes and we walked down the long hallway into the elevator. When I walked past the man at the front desk, I slipped him a 20 and asked him not to tell Evan who I was leaving with. Not surprisingly, he agreed.

As we drove to his house, I couldn't help but feel guilty. It was a recurring feeling I've had ever since a year or two after getting with Evan. It was something I've gotten used to, though.

Luke pulled up to a blue bricked two story house, with another car parked in the driveway. The yard look unkempt, and the flowers in the small garden were clearly dying from lack of sunlight and possibly no water.

I grabbed my duffel bag, and walked with Luke to the front of the house on the porch.

"I hope you don't mind, but I live with those two guys I introduced you to at the party," he said as he unlocked the door.

I could barely remember the party. Honestly, all I remember is showing up, meeting his friends, and passing out somewhere in a bed before Luke took me here. I probably never noticed the other guys here at the same time because it was around 3 or 4 in the morning.

I'm not even sure how I didn't notice his guy friends in 11 years.

"Guys, we have company," Luke called out to the silent house.

"Luke, it's 10 in the morning. Let them sleep," I scolded as I set my duffel down and took my shoes off.

"For teenage boys you'd be surprised at how early we get up."

The disheveled raven haired boy was the first one to come down the stairs.

"Oh, hey. Cassie, right?"

I nodded, just as Michael, I believe, came down the stairs. He paused, furrowing his eyebrows as if he were trying to remember something, then broke out in a smile.

"Hey it's Cassie! What are ya doing here?"

"She's gonna be staying with us for a few days," Luke answered for me. Hopefully he didn't tell them about Evan.

"Really? What about that boyfriend she lives with?"

I stand corrected.

"Uh . .," Luke stuttered.

"You told them about Evan?," I asked, crossing my arms.

Calum scoffed, walking into the kitchen. "He talks about Evan about as much as he talks about you. Always goin' on and on about how much of a prick, jerk, ass, etc. he is to you."

"Well . . that's not true. He's actually very nice."

Luke sighed heavily next to me, grabbing my duffel bag. "Come on, I'll show you where your room is."

I followed him up the stairs into an empty guest bedroom, with a queen sized bed, a nightstand, bathroom, and dresser. It was simple but it was definitely enough for me.

I began unpacking my stuff, neither one of us talking.

I turned to him leaning against the doorway. "Thank you," I told him.

He shook his head. "It's no problem. If any of the boys start giving you trouble, or if Evan starts texting/calling you, let me know. I'll take care of them."

I chuckled. "Lukey Pookey Hemmings is all big and bad now? Never would've guessed it."

"Don't ruin the moment with that ugly nickname you gave me back in middle school," he whined, turning around and stomping out.

After everything was put away, I got up and plugged in my phone, turning it on and sighing when I saw that there were more than a dozen messages from Evan, asking where I was.

I knew I should probably tell Luke, but I didn't want to draw even more attention to the problem of what was happening. Plus, this wasn't a permanent situation. I would go back to my apartment in a few days and this will all be over hopefully.

Despite the fact that it was 10 am, I pulled the covers back on the bed, and sunk into the memory foam mattress that was comfortable as hell, enjoying the space of no one sleeping next to me while it lasted.
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A/N: honestly i see so much potential in the book i just wrote 2 chapters in 4 hours. Also i promise this is a Michael fic pls just stick around until chApter 3 or 4 bc action is coming also Ashton might be making an appearance soon :~)