Drunken DMs

Chapter 31

Leah

The dinner at my dad's place on the Friday night went surprisingly well. What happened Sunday morning was not brought up at all, and my brother Chris and Michael got along really well. Michael even taught Chris how to play a few Five Seconds Of Summer songs on the guitar, while I spoke to my dad and chilled with Chris's girlfriend Danni.

That was three nights ago. And Michael and I continued to do what we'd been doing over the last two weeks. Occasionally getting out of the apartment.
Tonight, I had to go into work for a quick meeting. The store I was working at was about to go through their refit, and I was to be on the team that worked over night. They wanted me to come in for about half an hour, just to go over everything with me, which I was fine with.

The meeting lasted just over half an hour, and that meant that I could go home.
I jumped in my car and sped off in the direction of my apartment, keen to get home to Michael. We still hadn't spoken about what we were, in terms of a relationship, and for now I was fine with it. I knew what the rest of the world thought, seeing as they'd seen photos of the two of us kissing; and surprisingly I was receiving any hate.

I arrived home, fifteen minutes later. Walking into my apartment, completely shocked at what I was seeing. Michael's bag was packed, and at the front door, "what's going on?" I asked, thinking and hoping that it was just some last minute promo stuff he had to go to
"I'm leaving," he said, walking out of my bedroom, anger and disappointment evident on his face. He looked heartbroken
"Why?" I asked
"You tell me Leah," he said, shoving his phone towards me. It was opened on Twitter, to the Leah Carmichael hate page no less
"What is this?" I asked
"Are you blind?" He scoffed, "read the fucking messages!"

So I did. They were messages that I never recalled sending to Georgia. A conversation I have absolutely no recollection of

To Georgia: omg! He's totally buying all the shit I've told him! He's so fucking gullible. It's actually quite funny

From Georgia: Leah are you sure this is a good idea? You could really hurt him...

To Georgia: I don't even know why you're saying this, this was your fucking idea in the first place

From Georgia: I've changed my mind. Find another way to get Brandon back.

I couldn't read anymore. This was ridiculous. Of course she would do something like this, "what the fuck?" I asked, "how can you believe this? Clearly Georgia is behind it!"
"Oh wait Leah, there's more,"
I flicked to the next photo, to see another screenshot of a message thread. This time to Brandon. Who I hadn't messaged in almost a year

To Brandon: I miss you

From Brandon: says the girl that's with the guitarist from her fave band

To Brandon: I'm serious babe, I miss you. Michael isn't you, no on can replace you, you know that.

From Brandon: you know I can't do anything Leah, I'm having a kid for fucks sakes!

To Brandon: yeah and whose mistakes that? Besides I'm only using Michael to make you jealous...

Again I couldn't read anymore. I was in tears, how could he believe this, "how can you believe this Michael?"
"Prove it," he said simply, "my cabs coming in a couple of minutes, so you have til then to prove that you didn't do this,"
"How can I prove it?" I was in tears now
"Show me that you didn't send those messages,"
"How can I do that?" I asked, "I never sent them!"
"Exactly, you could've deleted them!" He screamed, his eyes starting to water. This was one thing I never wanted. I never wanted to see Michael Clifford cry
"Michael you have to believe me, o never sent them," I cried, not bothering to try and hold in my tears, the attempts would be pointless
"I can't," he said, wiping the tears that were falling from his own eyes
"Michael please," I was begging now. It was then I realised I still had his phone, because it started ringing, I handed it back to him and he answered
"That's my cab," he said, "never text or message me again," I fell on the floor with those words, "I've never felt so fucking betrayed, by anyone,"
"Michael please,"
"To think I was starting to fucking fall for you," he scoffed, "I must be a fucking idiot," He grabbed his bag, opened the door. He walked out and shut the door. Leaving me behind, his words cutting deep, and leaving me a crying mess on the floor.

About five minutes later, I gathered myself together, and grabbed my phone, dialling the one person I knew would be able to shed some light, "Leah?" They answered straight away
"What the fuck did you do Brandon?"
"What are you talking about?" He asked, "I haven't done anything,"
"You faked messages from me and posted them on the Twitter hate account about me, you've fucking ruined my life,"
"I didn't do that," he told me, "it was all Georgia, that's why I called you last week,"
"What?"
"I called you to warn you that she had something planned,"
"Oh god," I gasped, he was trying to warn me that Georgia was up to something
"Where's Michael now? You have to tell him!"
"He's on his way to the airport," I said, "but I tried to tell him, and he didn't believe me,"
"I'm on my way there now too, if I see him, I'll stop him and tell him,"
"Thank you Brandon," I hung up the phone and picked up my car keys again, running straight to my car. The tears were falling again, and there was only one other person that could calm me down like Michael could.

I started up my car, and dialled Ambur, as soon as I pulled out on to the main road, making my way to the airport, "Leah?"
"Ambur," I cried in to the phone, "she's fucking ruined everyone,"
"Whose done what boo?"
"Georgia, that jealous cow! She... She... Faked messages between her and I and me and Brandon and posted them on that hate account,"
"That bitch,"
"And that's not the worst part," I cried even harder, "Michael believed it all,"
"Boo, calm down," she said, "I know you're driving, I can hear the car, what did the messages say?"
"I can't calm down," I sobbed, "that I made up all the stories, to get his attention and that I was using him to make Brandon jealous,"
"That bitch, Imma kill her," I was crying so hard now, that I could hardly see out of my windscreen, and it didn't help that it had just started raining, either
"Ambur," I cried. The next thing I heard was the front of my car crash into something, and then everything went black.

Photo of Brandon