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»Ashlee«

"And you, you're so caught up
In all the blinking lights and dial tones."

"Michael?"

He moved in the bed, no doubt pulling the blankets closer to him. "I said I didn't want to see anyone," he grumbled.

I moved over to the bed, approaching the cocoon of blankets that held Michael. I had left the window open, so the fresh night air came into the stuffy room. His Xbox lay unused and neglected on the floor, his room was more of a mess than usual, paper littered the floor instead of the normal pizza boxes, and clothes were spread everywhere.

"Michael, come out." I tugged at the blankets, only for them to get tighter.

"I have already, everyone's seen my dick Ashlee. I'm not coming out anymore. I'm staying here."

"Fine," I said, getting up. "I'll just leave you here with your happy life then." I had my foot out his window before I felt two hands grab at my waist.

I smiled slightly as he pulled me back into his room. Michael's arms wrapped around my waist, his head buried in my shoulder immediately, "please, don't go."

I shivered when I felt his lips being pressed against my neck. "I don't want to be alone." His hands slipped under my shirt, and began to pull it up as he stood behind me.

I couldn't see his face at the moment but I didn't expect this to happen. I just came here to check on him and see how Mike was coping with everything that had happened, and here he was, trying to pull off my shirt.

"Michael, are you okay?" I put my hands on his, causing him to halt his actions.

He pushed against my hands — raising my shirt further. "Mhmm," he mumbled.

I let him take my shirt off. I didn't understand what he was doing or even why. I pulled away from his hands when I felt him reaching for my bra. "What's going on with you?" I turned to face him, and only then did I see his pale cheeks stained with fresh tears. His eyes were red and surrounded by a dark ring of sleeplessness.

His clothes were ripped and stained with hair dye. Those weren't his clothes for when he dyed his hair, I know what those clothes looked like. I looked up to see what colour his hair was. In the dim light, I couldn't make out a colour but a shade. Black. "Mike-"

"Do you hate me?" He cut me off before I had a chance to console him.

I bit my lip; I didn't know how he could think that. After everything. "Why would you think that? Seriously, Mikey, why?"

He sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. "Because you saw...everyone saw it."

I wanted nothing more than to console him; he was a mess, but he still looked handsome. "Did you do it?" I asked reluctantly; I didn't want to hear the wrong answer otherwise, I don't know what I'd do.

"The pictures were on my old phone, I lost it last year. Someone must've found it and gone onto my Facebook to send the photos to everyone."

I sat down next to him, "Last year, around the time you dated Luke, right?" I was so busy trying to figure out my thoughts that I hadn't realized that Michael hadn't told me that, but Luke had.

"You know about that?" His voice went coarse and strained. I realized too late what I had said, I was in too deep now.

I let my head drop, letting him know that I did, in fact, know about him and Luke. Michael began to breathe a little more heavily. "I wasn't lying when I said that I wasn't gay, Lee. I'm not, I swear. I just, it was Luke and-"