Candy's POV
To be honest I just left.
I didn't want to hear all the boy's questions, I didn't want to hear anything. I was just glad I had started to torture Michael as much as his presence tortures me. But then I remember I needed a ride.
I see some pink fluff and immediately know its Michael, who else has pink hair and roams around the corners of LA at this time of day?
So I run up to him and as he gets in the car I hop in too. He doesn't even say anything he just lets me get in. He doesn't start the engine, he just sits there and looks at the sky for a moment, a clear night.
His phone goes off.
And Again.
And a few times more.
He doesn't loose any concentration on the sky though. He just sits and admires the beauty of the world, ignoring the sound of his alerts.
"You gonna answer that?" I ask after several more Twitter notifications are heard from his leather pocket.
"I like to look at beautiful things. It keeps me calm when I'm mad. It keeps me sane, gives me hope I guess. Social Media doesn't, not right now. I dunno." He pauses and looks to me. "I'm guessing you want a lift home?" He says and he finally starts the engine.
I just nod so's not to cause his mood to swing again, which apparently happens to him a lot.
He drives me home once I give him my address. I don't thank him of course, its not like he'd say it to me. I just walk into my empty house and go up to my room. Ready for bed.
"Night!" I shout to an empty and lonely house, although I can feel my mother whisper 'goodnight' back to me, as if a gift from the angels.
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I got out of bed and put on my casual wear and headed out of the door. I listen to my music as i skip along the sidewalk. I told Luke not to get me today. I just want to avoid any questions.
I decide to go grab coffee for Luke as a thank you for taking me to Capitol Records and home every now and then. So I pop into Starbucks and take a wild guess at what he likes.
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The elevator door opens and I walk across the floor. Before I open the door I decide a bit of snooping is in order as I can hear shooting from inside the studio.
I put my ear against the door.
"Michael I just don't understand why you didn't tell me, I was so worried about Candy!" Luke yells.
"Yeah I know your tears are all over my leather seats. They smell of melon by the way." Michael responds pretty bluntly, just like him.
"Do you actually not care for that girl? Michael, she needs looking after and you're no help."
"I don't care, no. But why the hell do you care so much?" He spits back and then a few moments silence makes me step back from the door slightly.
"If you're gonna be like this, you might as well just leave the band." I hear Luke stutter on his words, and my heart sinks.
And then I step back not wanting to hear anymore.
Just as I'm about to open the door, Michael does for me. I try to move forward, so does he. I move to the side, he does the same. I move and make way for him. He just walks through, a kind of upset look on his face.
I walk into the studio.
"What the fuck Luke?" I begin to argue, and I put the two Starbucks on the coffee table. Sure Michael is an awful human being but kicking him out of the band? Thats not right.
