I wake up. Alone. Memories of falling asleep in Michael's arms hit me like a train. He left. Before I even think about getting on with the day I need a smoke. I go over to my purse and grab out a joint I rolled yesterday, before walking over to the window, opening it, and lighting up. I sit on the windowsill, the spring sun hitting my bare legs. His apartment has a beautiful view of London. I'm so lost in the view that I don't notice the bedroom door open, and mike walk in.
"I got you some coffee" I hear him say. I turn around to see him holding two mugs, wearing only a pair of black skinny jeans. I walk over and take a cup, sipping at the hot liquid, before walking back to the window and taking a seat.
I notice him staring at my bare legs, and I remember I am not wearing pants. I try to change the subject.
"I hope you don't mind me smoking inside" I say, before taking another long drag.
"Nah it's okay" he says, taking a seat on the bed, "Luke does it all the time".
"Luke?" I ask.
"Yeah, my roommate" he says back smiling.
"I could kind of tell by the smell of the place, considering you don't smoke" I say, teasing him. He chuckles.
"So what have you got planned for the day?" he asks. His voice sounding amazing in the morning.
"I have to go and pick up my things, and I'll just take them to Cal's" I say, facing the harsh reality.
"Cal is the one with dark hair, the Asian?" Mike asks.
I laugh. "He's not Asian, and if he heard you say that he would take a swing at you" I say, imagining the scene.
"At me? Ha, good luck to him" he says joking around.
Silence fills the room, and I decide that's my queue to start getting ready to leave. I stand up, butting out my smoke, and placing my empty coffee cup on the bedside table.
He doesn't move, and I feel awkward asking him to leave his own room, so I decide to just get changed anyway. I pull of mikes shirt, leaving me only in my bra and panties. I see his eyes widen out the corner of my sight, and I smile.
"Um, I'll see you outside" he awkwardly stutters, making a turn for the door. I laugh at him, and smile sweetly, before he closes the door. I put on my clothes from the night before and straighten out the bed, before making my way out to the living area. Mike now has a shirt on, and is holding his keys.
"You don't have to drive me" I say, not wanting to be any trouble to him.
"Marns, you have no car, remember?" he says to me, chuckling.
"Oh, okay, thank you." I say to him.
We exit his apartment and make our way out to his car. Once we are on the road he passes me a CD book.
"Pick whatever you want to listen to" he says.
I flick through the discs, realising how similar our taste in music is. I scan each page, looking for anything by All Time Low when I come across a plain disk, with black permanent ink scrawled across the front in messy handwriting, labelling it as 'Mikes Demo'.
"What's this?" I ask, holding up the disc so he can see it. He quickly glances at the disc, before switching his eyes back to the road.
"Oh that? It's nothing, um, there's a Fall Out Boy disc in the back I think, do you like them?" he asks, trying to avoid any more conversation about the demo disc.
"Is this your music?" I ask, not dropping the subject.
"Well it's only one song, but yeah" he says, blushing and avoiding any eye contact.
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crack || m.c
Fanfiction"I just can't win" she cried. "Its not about winning, its about giving it your all" he said, comforting her. But she knew, the cracks had already formed.
