insecurities - m.c

0.3

I wake up to the tears in my eyes, along by Michael soundly sleeping.
I stretch my arms around Mike.
"What's wrong?" Michael pipes up, he wasn't asleep after all.
"Just a bad dream." I say, Michael turns over and wipes his thumb over my cheek.
"You're okay." He says and pulls me closer to him. "You have a big day, it's 2 in the morning."
"But you were awake"
"Yeah, I know."

"Why?" I say after a long silence

"I'm just thinking," he rubs my back

"About..?"

"Luke. He's been acting pretty weird. He's been acting pretty arrogant toward the band lately. Ever since Ella broke up with him."
"Ella was a whore anyways he needs to realize that." I say, with a smile.

"Yeah, I know." He says.

Next morning ; third person p.o.v

Zoë wakes back up, Michael's gone from the bed.

She gets up with weak knees, and begins to search for him.
Her fragile fingers feel against the wall as she walks down the empty hallway, still no sign of Michael.
"Mikey?"
No reply.
"Michael Gordon Clifford show your damn self!"

She gives up, and lies on the couch with a small granola bar as breakfast.

Her phone begins to ring off the hook, she picks it up.
"Hey, Zoë!" The familiar squeaky voice squeaks.