Heartbreak Girls (5sos)

Chapter 5

Soon after my small talk with Ella, Calum came in to get his laptop back and talk to her more. We all gave them their space as he went to the kitchen. I stayed back and sat on Michael's bed, enjoying the warmth of his blankets and his always comforting scent around me. I smiled thinking about all the times I had come into his bedroom through the window, usually when I was fighting with Luke, and he would just turn on whatever album was in his stereo at the time and lay there letting me speak his mind to him. He would agree with me even if I was completely in the wrong. The last time I was in here was when I asked him to help me with my 'feelings' for Carter. He told me to do whatever my heart told me to do. Who would've known my heart could be so wrong. I imagined the times he would call me crying about a fight he'd had with one of the guys, or about how someone was bullying him at school. Those times I'd visit almost five times weekly quickly faded into twice a week, then once a week, then once every two weeks before fading all together. My train of thoughts and broken memories was interrupted by the opening of the door. Michael wandered in, sitting down next to me on his bed.

"I thought you might be in here...."

"Yeah, I missed your room... That sounds weird, but it's true." He laughed slightly lying down and looking up at the ceiling.

"Christi? Do you remember when you'd come in here through the window wanting help with your 'boy troubles'?" I nodded and he sighed. "Is there anyway that you could help me with, well you know 'Girl troubles'?" I looked shocked. The whole time I had known Michael he had never shown an interest in either gender. I never actually knew his sexuality, homosexual, hetrosexual, maybe bisexual? Honestly my best guess was Asexual even though I knew there were a thousand others he could be, he just seemed like more of a lone wolf that would be happy in an apartment by himself with a cat probably named felix. "You thought I was gay didn't you?"

"Not necessarily. I didn't really think you had an interest in either gender."

"Yeah not boys or girls, but beastiality is all the rage." I didn't laugh and just looked really confused. "Holy shit I'm joking. I like girl tits, not monkey tits." I laughed

"Okay good I assumed so... So what do you need?"

"Well there's this girl.... and I think I like her..."

"You think? What do you mean you think?"

"Well I see her in the halls, and during class. Whenever she looks at me she smiles, but I never see anyone talk to her... She's beautiful and wears band tees and sweater like me.... I want to know her, but I don't know how to..."

"Do you know her name?"

"Her name is Audrey...." Her name sounded familiar. I had heard it only in negative ways, thrown through the halls like it was replaceable, or would just be picked up over and over only to be said again. I could recognize in my mind murmurs of "Oh that's Audrey. Don't talk to her if you don't want your reputation ruined." I remembered the word slut being passed around like it was nothing. I guess what people didn't see in her was what Michael saw.

"Don't people say she's a slut?"

"I don't think she's a slut... She doesn't deserve that."

"No one really does. So do you want to ask her out or?"

"I want to know her. The way Luke knows you, the way Calum will know Ella. What do I do?"

"Next time you see her, when she smiles at you in the hallway, talk to her. Introduce yourself, invite her to sit by us at lunch instead of sitting alone. Get to know her, ask questions, answer her questions, get close to her. And when you're ready, ask her out. Otherwise you might just grow together without even asking."

"What if she says no.."

"She won't Michael, if she didn't like you she wouldn't show you kindness like she does."

"I look at her, and without even knowing that much about her, I feel like we're friends. Like I don't want anyone to hurt her, and I want her to be happy. It's weird, I get this feeling like it's meant to be, but I don't have a chance with her."

"You have a chance. Trust me I'll put money on it that you'll be dating two months from now at the most. "

"Yeah well you're not the best at bets."

"Twenty bucks. If within the next two months you guys start dating you owe me twenty. If it takes any longer, I owe you."

"Okay I'll do it."

"If you aren't dating in two months you get twenty bucks, but then it's counteracted by the fact that you still won't have a girlfriend."

"Well that's rude, I have to spend twenty dollars to get a girlfriend."

"Do you want her to date you or not?"

"Yeah... A lot..."

"Then twenty bucks in two months. You guys will be cute together so you're welcome."

"What if I can't talk to her. I might freeze up and look like an idiot...."

"I can talk to her for you, but only if that happens. You don't want to look like a wuss."

"I bet she likes shy, sensitive guys."

"Is that what you are? I can't tell."

"Ha ha ha very funny. She just seems like that kind of girl..."

    "You'll find out soon enough."

    "Do you think she'll like me?" I could never know the answer to that question. I'm not her, but if she shows a single smile that she won't gift anyone else the pleasure of seeing, she must have some interest.

    "I could never know, but I'd definitely bet on it." He smiled a small closed mouth smile, using the sleeves over his hands to cover his face.

    "I'll do it. I'm gonna talk to her at school on Monday."

    "I know you'll do great." I only said it because it's true. He had this warm welcoming sense to him, where even if you didn't know him, the moment you saw his relentless smile and bright sparkling green eyes, and heard his laugh (he has this laugh where it's really breathy, and he'll cover his mouth, or throw his head back or lean forward with his eyes clenched shut. It's very loud, also very recognizable) you would want to be friends with him. Unless you were a dick, like the people at our school who see him as a worthless weirdo, a useless kid with 'gay' colored hair. But all of those traits that people hated about him, I could see her loving. She could fix him once and for all. The broken boy with the pretty eyes, and the uncertain future could be glued back together piece by piece and he could do the same for her. There was now no doubt in my mind that they would be the perfect couple.

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A/N: oh hello look I've been doing updates once a week, so proud, so proud. But it's almost Halloween!Oh so spoopy! I'm being Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas, so I'll probably being walking around like "WE CAN LIVE LIKE JACK AND SALLY IF YOU WANT" all night. I'll try to update this and The Clifford Project by next week Wednesday, sooner if possible. Love you all :*

-Sophie/ Cashton Baby