Broken

Chapter Six

michael's POV

I was sort of left in awe after I watched Blake shut her front door behind her and disappear into her house. I sat in my car and stared straight ahead at the black sky in front of me, that on this night was currently only lit by a few scattered stars. I gathered my thoughts and shifted into drive, disappearing down the road headed back to my apartment. I wondered where this was all going to take me. I wondered why Blake was so different and utterly unphased by everything I was so nervous of her freaking out about, like my shitty truck and my shitty apartment. She was so genuine and just had this aura to her where she could make anyone around her happy and in a better mood and she was full of compassion and understanding. She could make me laugh, so hard i start crying sometimes, and it's fucking amazing. I can't stop rambling on about her because she just fascinates and interests me so much and I still can't even believe it. I was shocked to say the least when she bought us food and although I was beyond grateful, due to my lack of a proper meal since I can even remember, I questioned the reasoning behind when she said this is a rare occasion and I'm going to take advantage of it or something around those words. It made me question her family situation at home and if maybe our lives and struggles weren't so different. I had never had these types of feelings before and it felt like they were all coming at me in a rush and frenzy of scattered fragments all jumbling around in my brain at one time. Now don't get me wrong, I didn't just suddenly not feel as depressed as I have for all these years now, like that didn't just disappear completely, but it felt like at least for a little like these new feelings were masking the old ones and for once I could actually just breathe again. It seemed kind of dramatic to be thinking these kind of thoughts so early, but I guess that's what happens when you experience something for the first time, it hits you and hits hits you fucking hard. I got back home and threw the front door open, shutting it quietly behind me. I went directly toward my room, stripping layers of clothes off me as I went, and then got into my bed. I shoved all my thoughts to the back of my mind and slowly shut my eyes, letting myself relax and fall into a deep slumber. 

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A few days later, Sunday morning to be exact, I got this text from an old friend. In all my time of living there was only one person I had ever opened myself up to, and me being me I pushed them away to the point of no return and we ended up losing contact for a while. I was not in the right state of mind for friends and anything of that sort, but due to my recent mood changing and events happening in my life I felt like maybe I could handle a friend. Hey Michael, do you want to hang out today? I know we kind of drifted, but maybe we could fix that and get back how it used to be, -Luke. I texted him back agreeing to it and we set up a mutual place and time to hang out. I threw on some black ripped skinny jeans and a black t shirt with a grey hoodie thrown over it and after I slipped on my combat boots I grabbed my phone and keys and left. About fifteen minutes later I pulled up to a little urban coffee shop in the middle of town and throw the double glass doors open, hearing the little bell jingle as I opened it. I looked around the room and spotted a familiar head full of blonde hair, that unlike how I last remembered was not quiffed but kind of messily styled. I approached the booth cautiously and slid into the booth, looking at Luke and seeing the surprised look on his face. 

"Michael, hey." He said holding his hand out. I returned the gesture and we did the bro handshake thing that all guys just inherently know and do out of instinct with each other. 

"Hi." I replied. 

"How have you been?" He asked, taking a sip from his cup of coffee. 

"Better recently, you?" I asked. 

"Alright I guess." Luke replied. We had small chit chat and caught up on each other's lives realizing how much we actually missed one another. 

"Hey Michael?" Luke asked after a moment of silence fell between the two of us. 

"Yeah?" I asked taking a drink from the expresso I had gotten somewhere between when I first arrived and right now. 

"Do you think we could be kind of, like you know, best friends again? I really miss having you in my life." He confessed. My expression softened ad I nodded, realizing in this moment I've felt the same way all along. 

"Can you promise me one thing, though?" I asked, tilting my head slightly. 

"Sure, what?" Luke asked hopefully. 

"Can we be less mushy and deep all the other times we hang out from now on, at least the majority of the time?" I asked chuckling. Luke joined in and we sat there just laughing and enjoying each other's company for the time being. A few hours later we were exiting the little shop and parting ways, promising to meet up again soon and text each other more often and then he was gone and I was gone. I drove back to my house and about an hour later as I was sitting sprawled out on my couch watching the latest football game on NFL my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I picked it up and instantly smiled at the message that flashed on my screen. It was from Blake. Do you want to hang out tomorrow? Of course I replied yes and we set everything up and I returned my attention to the TV, feeling overall excited and happy about the way today went. I know there will some bad days I have in the future, but if the good days are as good as today's been, then maybe the bad ones just might be worth it. 

i dont really like this chapter but gonna update anyway here ya go