His Marine - Michael Clifford

34. This Is My Goodbye

"Michael." Luke shouted as he let himself into my house. Unfortunately me and Brett had decided to give the boys a spare key to our house in case they ever needed it. I didn't think he would then use it against me. "Michael mate where are you?" He shouted getting closer to where I was lying curled up in the blankets in my dark room.

"Fuck off." I groaned when he opened the bedroom door. "I told you I didn't want to come out today."

"And I'm damn sure I told you that it was non-negotiable." He replied crossing his arms over his chest like a fucking child would do. "Get up."

"I don't want to." I protested burying my face further into the pillow.

"What are you gunna do? Are you really just going to stay in bed until Brett comes back?" He asked sarcastically and I nodded my head.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do." I was still really pissed off that Brett had just left in the middle of the night without even telling me. She had left only a note and that had very few lines written on it. I guess she just didn't care about me enough. The more I thought about it the more pissed off I got until I decided that I was done staying in bed all day thinking about her. "Fuck it." I mumbled pushing myself up out of bed.

"Yes, he's alive." Luke chuckled jokingly and I managed to crack him a smile. "He stinks but he's alive."

"Shut it fuck face." I snapped while walking to the bathroom to get showered. I was only in the shower for about five minutes while I washed my hair and body before getting out and wrapping a towel around my body. "The fuck are you doing?" I sighed when I walked into my room to see Luke raiding through mine and Brett's shared walk in closet.

"Looking for an outfit for you to wear." He shrugged as though that wasn't completely fucking creepy. "I'll explain everything later but for now sit your ass on the bed and shut up."

"Whatever." I grumbled. I knew arguing with him would be futile, and besides, I really couldn't be bothered with it today. He could dress me in a fucking skirt for all I cared right now. When he finally emerged from my closet he had a triumphant smile on his face as he threw some clothes at me, a button hitting me directly in the head. I groaned slightly and flipped him off before picking up the clothes and examining what he had picked out for me. Fortunately the outfit wasn't as bad as I thought it would be; it consisted of a pair of black shorts, a black tank top and a black snapback to finish off the look. There was no way that Luke picked this outfit.

"Who organised this?" I asked pulling on the outfit while he sat on my bed and scrolled through his phone.

"I told you I would tell you later, hurry up so we can go."

"I'm ready." I told him and he looked up from his phone. "What now?"

"We get in the car." He shrugged as though it was obvious and in all honesty it should have been. I just had a little bit of a blonde moment. When we got into the car he handed me a slip of paper which I carefully unfolded seeing familiar scrawly writing scribbled on the front. I gulped as I read the message.

Hey Mikes, you didn't think I would leave without a proper goodbye did you. Well I suppose I kind of did but lets not talk about that. This here is my goodbye instead so I hope you like it. I had a little bit of help in organising it and a few volunteers to help me out. Good news is though that Luke gets to be your chauffeur all day, sucks for him doesn't it. Anyways, he's going to drive you to the place we used to skate on thin ice. Good luck baby, love you.

I carefully folded the paper back up and looked over to him. "Did you know about this?" I asked and he shook his head.

"Not until this morning when I had some girl drop off a letter for me. I guess I was just an unwilling volunteer. Anyways, where to Mr Clifford."