Wanderer (Michael Clifford and Chrissy Costanza)

Chapter Fourteen

Chrissy

"No fucking way." He whispered when I told him everything.

Every single detail about my journey from following him. He could see me, he was the only one who could see me when I was invisible. Literally invisible.

I couldn't let him go. This had to mean something. For almost 10 years of wandering the streets he's the first and only person who can see me when no one else could. I couldn't stop myself from crying when he wouldn't believe me.

I couldn't leave, I had to stick with him. He's my only hope.

He paced across the room as he kept messing up his purple hair. He sat down on his bed and groaned. I sat down next to him still sniffling.

"Keep your distance! Aren't you like, a ghost then?!" He asked as he backed away from me.

"I guess you could call me that." I said shrugging.

"This is impossible. I'm dreaming this. I'm drunk." He said as he got up again pinching the bridge of his nose.

I couldn't find any other way to explain or comfort him without freaking him out more than I've already had.

Someone started banging on the door and he rushed over to answer it.

It was Dave.

"Michael, I thought I told you strictly not to leave the ho-"

"I'M SORRY BUT THERES A FAN IN MY ROOM PLEASE GET HER OUT." He interrupted.

Dave-of course now very alert-ran into the room and did a quick 360. I was standing right in the center in plain sight but I guess he couldn't see me.

He ran into the bathroom, then to the balcony. Michael was watching intently but silently with his jaw open.

"Michael there's no one here." Dave confirmed.

But I was still standing here untouched Dave.

"No way..." Michael whispered again.

"Are you drunk?" Dave asked as he folded his muscular arms across his buff chest.

"I think I am..." He whispered in response.

Dave shook his head in disapproval.

"Go to sleep. Don't leave the hotel or else. I don't want to be harsh on you or the boys." He said. He patted Michael on the back and left me and him in the room.

He was still staring directly at me.

"I'm drunk. That's what it is, I'm drunk. You're just a figment of my imagination and I'm drunk. Sleep, that's what I need to do, I need to sleep." He mumbled to himself. He took off his shoes and climbed onto his bed, completely ignoring me.

Lie to yourself all you want Michael but I'm here, and I don't plan on going anywhere. I'm not a figment of your imagination, I'm a real person. I have feelings. I may not have a body or a family to call my own but I exist. I fucking exist. But I guess you can't accept that right now.

I decided to do him a favor for the night and vanish.

I ended up in the hallway alone. I instead spent the night in Luke's bedroom cuddling with his penguin.

I wish I had a doll.

I wish I had a brother like Luke.

I wish I had friends like the boys.

I wish I had a family.

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I woke up to Luke's HORRIBLE snoring. His drool was pooling over my pillow and I quickly jumped out of bed avoiding the icky substance.

I chuckled to myself at the sight of him shirtless sprawled across the mattress.

I walked into his bathroom to look into the mirror and to find a pile of dirty clothes everywhere. Ugh boys.

When I saw my face, WOAH WOMAN WE MEET AGAIN. My eyes were puffy from all the crying and my makeup was smudged all over my face. I let out a sigh as I washed my face and decided not to wear any thing on it today. I wasn't in the mood.

Luke was still sleeping so I decided to go back to Michaels room. Check up on him, you know.

Michael was still fast asleep when I got back. He was still in the same clothes from yesterday and he was snoring softly.

He looked like a lost kitten haha.

I decided to cut him some slack and tidy up his room. I picked up his key card that he dropped last night and hung it up. I hung his jacket nicely on a chair and threw away all the chocolate wrappers. I tucked his shoes away in the corner and placed his duffle bag in his closet.

That was pretty much all to clean.

So much better than Luke's room...

That filthy boy. He a filthy boy.

I walked back over to the bed and kneeled down to watch Michael sleep. He was so adorable to be honest. Despite his bright hair and his eyebrow piercing he looked harmless.

He was so big and cuddly looking.

I swiped his hair away from his face and he stirred in his sleep. He groaned before slowly opening his eyes. I smiled at him knowing I'm the first thing he'll see.

But he screamed.

Ah here we go again.

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Michael is so adorable

I'm a Michael girl

Lost kitten meets lost pup

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