I'm a goth

Pete and Michaels Connection

I woke up in a start. Turning Pete down had filled me with guilt. I had no idea why, or even how to fix it.

Don't get me wrong I loved Michael. Truly I did. Pete was family though, and I had hurt my family in the worse way. Emotionally.

I had pondered on how to fix it all day. Unfortunately I just drew a blank. I felt as if I had royally fucked up, but couldn't figure out why? Let alone find a solution to my fuck up.

Though ever since I opened my eyes to the sun lit world. I have been filled with a darkness that is anything, but pleasurable.

It has followed me all the way to work even. Some of the customers complained I wasn't in the best of moods today. All I could feel was anger with each complaint as well.

Eventually I started to come around though. After a stern scolding from my boss about service with a smile. No matter what.

It had made me feel a little pissed off that I had to listen to a fucking conformist. Then just like I had failed at my job. So I put some speed in my step, and got orders in, and out as fast as possible.

At the end of the day I was exhausted, but trekked home just the same. I couldn't wait for the comfort of my room. My death scented comforters to be exact, sounded truly inviting.

Not long after that thought I arrived in front of my door. Unlocking it, walking in, and hanging my keys on the hook near it. The smell of coffee hitting me directly after.

Michael was most likely the culprit. He would usually wait for me after work, and have a cup of coffee in waiting for me in the kitchen as he sipped his own.

Following the scent of coffee to the kitchen I found Michael sitting where I knew he would be. Sitting at the counter like always sipping his own coffee, and smoking.

I walked over to him, and hugged him from behind. I could practically see him give me a pained smile in return.

These actions usually took place everyday like clockwork. Becoming a routine out of habit. Though it didn't feel forced.

As I sat down beside him I sipped my cup of coffee. He blew smoke out occasionally as we unwound together in silence.

Eventually I became so exhausted I just laid my head down on the counter. I could slowly feel my body give way to sleep.

As soon as his hand touched my shoulder though I was awake, and turned my head to look at him expectantly. Which he did not reply to with words, but a small, barely visible, genuine smile.

Upon looking at his face though I felt an overwhelming sense of safety, and slowly let myself slip to a wonderful place for nightmares.

Michael's P.O.V
I watched her sleep on the counter. She was in, and out, or at least it seemed like it with her murmuring

After watching her for a few minutes I realized her position at the counter was probably uncomfortable, and scooped her backwards into my arms bridal style. She barely stirred, and I walked up the stairs to her room.

As I tucked her into bed, and kissed her on the forehead goodnight. I kicked off my shoes, and climbed into the other side with her.

I watched her sleep as the information that was given to me by Pete today lingered in my head.

He had confessed his love for her, and she had denied him. Told him she loves me. I was so happy at that point it was hard to conceal my joy with my usual black mood.

He had tested her for me so I could fully trust her, and be comfortable in her presence. Pete had seen how I was around her, and wanted to give me a good head start. I never asked him to do it, but I can't help to feel indebted to him.

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