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"My nights are overthinking and my mornings are oversleeping; why does my mind decide to run when normal people would be sleeping?"

-Anonymous

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"Michael, wake up it's nearly 11 am!" Luke shook Michael who was curled up in his blankets and hugging a pillow. He grunted and hushed Luke since he had finally been able to fall asleep last night and he wanted to savior it. But, lucky for him, the boys were over because Karen started getting worried about Mike.

He only groaned when Luke ripped the blanket off the half asleep boy and left him in only sweatpants and a pillow.

"Shut up Luke let me sleep." He whined but only for his curtains to be ripped open with the sun brightening the whole room making his eyes hurt.

"You've slept enough, now come on get up and we're going out." Luke tugged on Michael's arm but only for the older boy to fall onto the floor and curl up in a ball.

"Michael I will get Ashton in here."

"I don't care." He grumbled and rolled under his bed, literally. Luke sighed and walked out of the room, down the hall, and into the living room.

"Ashton, Michael is under his bed and refuses to get up." Luke pointed toward Michael's room, the older lad got up and walked to Mike's room.

"Mike?"

"Whaaaat?" Michael groaned, coughing from the collection of dust under the bed. Ashton only layed down and rolled under the bed so he could get Michael. He wrapped his arms around Michael's torso and dragged him out.

"Nooo stop!" He whined and tried to, lazily get out of Ashton's grip.

No luck there.

Ashton turned his friend around, so he wasn't holding him from behind. Michael's eyes were pink and puffy from last night, since he'd been crying himself to sleep for the past three or five days.

Ashton frowned when seeing this and hugged Michael, he didn't ask why he had been crying since he probably didn't want to talk about it.

But, he rarely ever saw Michael cry.

Ashton only hugged Michael closer and tried to politely ask him to get up, and he nodded in a response.

He didn't move though, he just let Ash hug him. It made him feel a bit better; because sometimes you just need a hug.

A couple minutes later, Ashton pulled away from the hug and left to let Michael get ready. Michael rubbed his eyes and went into the bathroom, mentally facepalming when he saw how pink and big his eyes looked.

He washed his face, trying to make his eyes look at least better than they were now. When he saw that it didn't work, he just hooked his phone up to his little speaker he had resting on the bathroom counter and pressed shuffle on his playlist.

He turned on the shower, making sure it was warm, then got the clothes he would wear for the day. Which was just some sweatpants, boxers, and a new black sweater he bought.

He then put those next to the sink, then stripped down and got into the shower.

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