// michael //
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"you used to tell me you miss me like you meant it but lately you say it as a form of an apology and it doesn't sound the same anymore."
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"how long has it been?"
"two weeks."
"it's been that long?"
"yeah."
"you must've messed up really bad."
"I don't even know what I did wrong."
my mum never knew that me and amethyst stopped talking. well, nobody did except luke. luke was kind of everywhere, knowing absolutely everything.
"well it must've been something if she has been avoiding you for two weeks now." mum interrupts my train of thought.
"I know." is all I reply with, shrugging my shoulders in disappointment.
it's been two weeks since amethyst discovered my scars, and I've resisted the temptation to add more. no matter how much my wrists itch and the temptation crawls through my mind, I push it away. I can't do it again, ever.
"I really do think you should talk to her."
"I don't know, mum. I want to, but yet I don't want to ruin things more."
she's silent. I hear her breathing through the end of the line, thoughts probably running through her mind.
"I think I'm just gonna come home." I scratch my scarred wrist nervously. "I kind of knew it wasn't going to work out anyways."
"no. you aren't coming home, you are staying there until you get her back." she orders me. "and call me when things are worked out."
"but-"
the line goes dead.
the phone falls from my hand and falls onto the couch softly, and so do i.
I hear the front door being opened from a distance, footsteps nearing closer and closer to me.
"you alright there, Mike?" Ashton's voice asks me.
"I'm fine." my muffled voice says from the cushion.
he pats my back before he walks away, to the kitchen or something.
I chuckle to myself before I sit up, eyeing the room to see luke coming down the hallway, licking his orange fingers- must've been Cheetos or something.
"how ya doing there, Mike?" he asks me, walking to the other side of the couch.
I reply with a shrug.
"still haven't talked to her, huh?" he asks me as he fiddles with the Xbox controller, eyes glued to the screen.
"Nope." I answer, popping the p.
"I think you should." he says, biting his lip while he concentrates on the screen.
"I know, I've only been told like twenty times."
"well, I guess that means..." he shrugs.
"I'll go." I roll my eyes, standing up slowly and pulling a snap back on my head.
"there we go." luke says quietly, fiddling with the controller even quicker.
"I'm blaming it on you if I fuck up." I yell to him as I slam the front door shut. he yells something loud, but I can't quite make out the words.
the walk to amethyst was filled with doubts and hopes- mostly doubts though. what if she just slams the door on me? what if she just gets even more mad? what if she forgives me instantly.
my feet kick a rock back and forth, trying to keep my mind off of the possibilities of everything going wrong as I walk down the crowded streets to the salon.
"hey, Val." I grin widely to her, her cheeks blushing for some reason in return.
"she's upstairs."
"thank you- oh and I like your hair by the way."
"wait until you see hers." she replies, tucking a loose strand of her new blonde hair behind her ear.
the walk up those steps felt like it took years and years to get to the top one.
"c'mon michael, don't freak out. you can do this." I mumble to myself before knocking on the door.
the door is opened by her with a confused look on her face, and her hair a dark brown, making her skin look pale but I love it.
"michael?"
"I can't be friends with you anymore." is all I say before I take a step and kiss her with the love and passion I've missed since she left Australia. her lips against mine is something that nobody can describe. it's like an electrifying and smooth- just indescribable.
to my surprise, she kisses me back with her small fragile hands running through my hair, tugging at the ends and making a groan rise from the back of my throat. I back her up against the wall, a grunt coming from her when she hits the wall suddenly.
when I pull away for a split second to catch a breath, an almost unnoticeable smile is on her face that makes all of my insides heat up. she grabs the back of my neck and doesn't waste any time before her tongue connects with mine and a soft moan escapes her lips. I can't help but smile with her lips against mine, her giving one in return. our lips connect in sync again, with my hands on the wall behind her head and hers tugging at my hair.
my arms lift her up and her legs wrap around me, not daring to break our passionate kiss. I slam her bedroom door behind me with my leg and lay her down on her bed, me straddling her fragile body. her hands roam my body and mine roam hers, stopping at her hips and squeezing them, earning a squeal from her. her lips pull away from mine and latch onto my neck, sucking on my collarbone, a loud moan escaping my lips. I swear I feel her smile against my skin from the effect she has on me. she sucks again on the part of my skin and I try my hardest to hold back another groan, biting my lip as hard as I could. that definitely would leave a mark.
"my turn." I whisper in her ear before sucking on the skin right below it, knowing her sweet spot. she moans quietly from the feeling, making my insides heat up again. I crash my lips onto hers before her hands wander my torso, stopping at the hem of my shirt, tugging at it, meaning for me to take it off.
I do as she says before her lips latch onto mine again, her tongue swirling inside of my mouth teasingly, making me grunt loudly. my hands grab the hem of her shirt, her pulling away quickly to take it off. she looks at me for a second with a smirk on her swollen, plump lips. her bra is a lace light blue one that goes perfect with her pale skin, making me want to kiss her even more.
now it's my turn to tease.
I leave sloppy kisses down her neck, sucking on it every one or two. I know I'm doing right when she groans, tilting her head back to give me more access.
my hips rock against hers, which makes her lips pull away from mine.
"michael." she says, not in the seductive way, but as if she needed to say something.
"mhm." I reply, kissing her gently on her neck multiple times.
"can we talk?" she asks, panting out of breath.
"y-yeah." I stutter, pulling away from her neck, now full of at least two purple bruises.
"well, after you fix your little friend down there." she laughs , pointing to my crotch while putting her shirt back on. sure enough, it's sticking out.
"oh shut up." my cheeks flush from embarrassment as her laughter fills the room, and honestly I could listen to it for hours.
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SORRY IF THE ALMOST SMUT WAS BAD BC ITS THE FIRST TIME IVE WRITTEN IT SORRY GUYS
FHANK YOU FIR 600 WOAH
