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after a while, ashton left the room. i sat on the bed alone, thinking about this whole harry thing.

why am i standing up for him? why don't i want to tell anybody else?

it's not that i done trust them, trust me I do. i honestly don't know why i don't want to tell them.

i don't know why i don't want harry dead.

maybe it's-

"ashlee", michael says, he looks upset and angry.

"hi michael", i say, trying to smile at him.

"what the fuck is going on?" michael blurted.

"what do you mean?" i ask, worried he might know.

"why didn't you tell me about the Harry thing!" he screamed, clearly pissed.

"the h-harry thing?," i ask, trying to play it off, "what's that?"

"that he fingered you!!! and you only told ashton that you couldn't trust me!" he yelled.

"it's not that i don't trust you," i say, "i do- wait a second! how did you know?"

"i over heard", he admitted.

"You were eavesdropping on us?" i scream.

"y-yes", he stuttered.

"so you don't trust me, but you think i'll trust you!" i yell in anger.

"no, i thought-" he started.

"i don't care what you thought! you shouldn't have been eavesdropping and you should have trusted me!" i scream.

"why didn't you tell me!" he yelled, changing the subject.

"i didn't want anybody to know! it's embarrassing!" i scream.

"we could have done something!" michael yells in frustration.

"what could you do? beat the shit out of him? kill another person? give him a 'talk'?" i yelled in frustration.

"i don't know! i would have done something!" michael yelled back, "i could have helped!"

"i don't want your help", i growled. michael stopped and looked at me.

"but you want ashton's help?" he whispered. wait, what? that's not what i said.

"michael, you know-", i say.

"no, it's fine, i hope you have a happy life together", he mumbled before walk out the room.

what the fuck have I done? i didn't want to do this. i need to fix this. but how?



noooo, michael. if you want a girl to like you, you have to hear her out. listen to her problems and make them your own.

- sav

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