"I'm going out."
"Again? That's like, the third time this week."
Michael shrugged, pulling on his coat and black converse. "I'm a busy man."
"You never even tell us where you leave to."
He shrugged again, opening the door and muttering a "See ya later" before closing it again.
My body slumped against the couch. "Should I be worried?"
Luke shook his head. "I don't think so."
"Why not? I kind of have the right. He leaves so suddenly and never tells us where."
"Cas," Calum started, "It's Michael we're talking about. He honestly could never hurt a fly."
"I guess you're right . . I'm still gonna talk to him, though."
"So you're going to be one of those obsessive girlfriends?"
Luke slapped his shoulder. "Cal, what the-"
"Obsessive?," I cut him off, "You think it's obsessive of me to be worried about where my Soulmate is sneaking off to every other day?" I spoke through my teeth, because honestly, I was pissed off.
Calum's eyes widened. "I- I don't- no?"
"Let me put it into perspective. If Margo and Effy left multiple times a week, with them keeping it super secret where they're going, and having no way of knowing, wouldn't you be worried?"
He nodded, looking guilty. "Okay I can see where you're coming from. I think you should talk to him, yeah."
I changed the topic. "Luke, have you hung out with Effy recently?"
He shook his head. "We haven't hung out in a while, actually. I almost feel bad for never texting her. It's whatever, though. We'll hang out eventually."
"Aw, man I'm sor- Oh shit, I gotta go," Calum said, staring at his phone and putting it back down.
"What's up?," I asked.
"Margo wants me to come over. Of course I accepted. Uh, I have no idea when I'll be back, so bye."
We waved bye as he turned around and raced out. "And he has the nerve to call me obsessive."
Luke chuckled before getting up himself.
"Now you're abandoning me?"
"No. It's 4 pm and I'm hungry. You should eat too."
I sighed before following Luke into the kitchen, watching at the table as he made the two of us lunch (I tried helping once but he got mad so I just stay back).
He walked over, sitting across from me, placing a plate with a sandwich and Doritos on it in front of him and an identical one in front of me. It was packed with meat. Now I remember why I don't let him make lunch for both of us.
"The sandwich is . . kinda big. Don't you think?"
Half of his was already gone, and he placed it down before shrugging. "Just take the meat out, but like, not all of it."
I did what he said, leaving a pile of ham next to the bread. I poked the bread, resting my head on my hand.
"I can't eat. I'm too worried about Michael."
"So text him or something. Be subtle, though. Don't demand anything. He'll lose trust."
"Weirdly accurate, but alright." I grabbed my phone from my pocket, opening his contact.
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