-- Luke's Pov --
I woke up the next morning feeling like shit. Reality hit me. I yelled at Michael and basically blamed him for that whole fight. It was through anger though, it's not like I meant any of it. Does he know that? I'm so worried because we never fought before. Is this a fight?
I opened my window and looked over at Michael's window. It was open and so were the curtains. He wasn't in there but I still looked around his room. I heard yelling coming from his apartment and doors slamming.
"Hey," I heard my mom say giving me a heart attack.
"Jesus," I said, "Don't sneak up on me."
"Sorry," she said coming over to me, "Why isn't Michael here?"
I kept looking out the window, "I yelled at him yesterday."
She followed my gaze and looked into Michael's room, "That's a pretty big fight over there."
"Yeah," I said listening to the faint yells.
"Why did you yell at him?" she asked me patting my back.
"I was hurt," I said folding my arms in the window and placing my chin on my arm.
"Didn't you go over there yesterday to apologize?" she asked.
"His step mom told me that he said I need to be alone," I replied.
"I want my mom back!!" Michael yelled coming into his room.
I shut my curtains so he couldn't see me watching him. I left a little bit open so I could see him.
"Where is his mom?" my mom asked.
"She's-" I stopped and thought, "I don't know. He never talked about her. You're best friends with his dad, shouldn't you know?"
"He's been in the army for as long as I can remember and when you saw him was the first time I saw him in years. When you're in the army you don't talk to your family or friends." she explained.
"Oh," I said turning my attention back to Michael. He was crying and was yelling at himself. I wanted to march over there and kill his step mom. He threw something glass against the wall and he went out of sight. I was Lillian come in and yell. I couldn't make out what they were saying because they were screaming over each other. Michael was a crying mess and Lillian was the devil.
The only thing I made out was Lillian yelling, "I can kick you out right now and you can live on the fucking street."
"She's such a bitch," I said out-loud.
"Why don't you invite him over?" she suggested.
"He's mad at me," I said.
"Well it looks like he needs a friend," she said standing up.
I opened my mouth to say something but I didn't have anything to say, she was right. I opened my curtains and folded my arms again, placing my chin on my arm looking into his room. Lillian left his room and Michael was on his bed crying.
"Mike," I said quietly.
He didn't hear me due to his crying and Lillian's yells.
"Mike," I said at a normal talking voice.
He lifted his head and looked out the window. His eyes were all read along with his cheeks.
"Hi," he said crossing his arms so he's in the same position as me.
"Hi," I said back.
"What's up," he asked.
"Just sitting around," I said forcing an awkward half smile, "how about you?"
"You heard it," he said looking down at the grass between our houses.
"Yeah," I said, "Sorry for practically stalking you."
"It's fine," he said with a weak laugh, "How's life?"
"It's horrible," I said, "How about you?"
"Why?" he asked.
"Because My boyfriend and I got into our first fight and it's the worst thing that's happened to us," I said looking down at the grass with her.
"Oh," he said quietly, "You know he's not mad at you, right?" he said after a long pause.
"If he's not then why did he tell me to go home? Why wouldn't he want to talk this out?" I asked looking back up at him.
"Because your boyfriend felt that you needed a break from everybody. He knew you were mad and he didn't want to make things worse because your boyfriend is good at making things bad," he said not moving his eyes from the grass.
I didn't know what to say. He told me everything I wanted to know and it's nothing that I thought.
"He's also good at making my day happier," I said as he looked up at me.
"Yeah, when I'm not too busy ruining it," he said looking everywhere but me.
"You never ruined my day," I said in shock that he said that, "Why would you think that?"
"I don't know," he said, "I don't know what goes on in your head."
"Dido," I said, "I'm always worried about you because-"
"Don't worry about me," he said interrupting me.
"I'm always going to worry about you," I said, "Can we continue this in my room?"
"Yeah," he said closing his window.
-- Michael's pov --
When I closed my window I took a duffle bag from my room and went down stairs to the kitchen. Since all of my clothes were at Luke's I didn't need to bring them. I took all of the snacks I could find and shoved them into my bag. I took two two liter soda's and walked over to Luke's. When I knocked on the door his mom answered.
"Mike! It's so good to see you!" she said smiling.
"I'll be upstairs with Luke," I said walking upstairs to Luke's room.
"Hey!" he smiled as I walked in closing and locking his door, "What's in the bag?"
"Snacks and soda," I said, "This is going to be a long chat."
"Oh," he said, "So, why can't I worry about you?"
"There's nothing to worry about," I said taking out chips.
"There is everything to worry about," he said, "between your step mom and anything else going on in your head, there is a lot to worry about."
"No," I said eating a chip, "There's not because none of it bothers me."
"Sure," he said taking a chip and rolling his eyes, "So, how come you never talked about your mom?"
"I don't know," I said trying to forget the memory, "I guess it never came up."
"Well," he said coming closer to me, "We are on the subject now, aren't we?"
