kik ↯ malum

1.2

michael sat in his bed, crying at the news he had gotten.

as he sniffled, he heard his phone vibrate.

5406218764: hey, this is ashton.

me💅: um hi? how did u get this number

5406218764: nvm that, but i need you to come down to sydney hospital now (a/n: lmfao idk a hospital name)

me💅: why

ashton ig: calum isn't doing well

me💅: stop im already sobbing

ashton ig: coME NOW DAMNIT HE MIGHT FUCKING DIE SO IF YOU WONNA SEE HIM THEN GET UR ASS OVER HERE TONIGHT OR TOMORROW please

me💅: fine im coming now come to my house

ashton ig: whats ur address

as soon as michael texted ashton his address, he threw his phone onto his bed and ran.

michael grabbed his duffle bag, and put his makeup, clothes, and his beloved stuffed cat; blackie chan, in the bag.

he then ran back to his closet and put on a simple gray pull-on sweatshirt with the words 'this is my sad sweatshirt', and some light wash jeans.

running to the bathroom, michael put on foundation, and mascara. he panicked when he heard the doorbell ring, so he screamed and ran to get his phone and bag.

"im coming!" he shouted. he grabbed his black vans, and ran out of the door.

"finally." a voice grumbled, pulling him into the car. michael screamed again, hoping this was ashton and not a rapist.

"shut up! stop screaming! its ashton, not a rapist." ashton sighed. "right then. to the hospital!" michael said, taking out his stuffed cat.

he felt more tears coming, as he tightly hugged blackie chan.

...

im sad