wrapped around your finger || mgc

III

after a steamy make out session on the backseat of my car, i picked up the courage to finally tell her.

"an, look, you know the way i'm in a band? well, long story short: we have been given a record deal."

"mikey! that's great news!"

"but there's a catch. we're moving to los angeles."

i couldn't bare to look at her.

"you should go back to bed, your folks will wake up soon."

i climbed into the drivers seat and started the car.

"when are you leaving?"
her voice was delicate and fragile.

"tomorrow- well today actually."

"and you left it this long? how- goodbye michael."

she slammed the car door and stomped home.

as she walked away, my heart began to break.

i drove home and screamed at the top of my lungs, until my chest felt tight.

"i'm never going to be alright," i sobbed harder in my driveway and climbed through the window that i would never sneak out of again.