invisible ; malum [completed]

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a/n: double update hEyEyEy

» michael

"Mike, wake up."

I moan, not ready to wake up just yet.

"Mike, for real."

I don't even know whose room I'm in, but all I can think is how comfy this bed is.

The guy, who I'm assuming is Ashton, starts to open the blinds, and the sunlight pours into the room, making me groan and sit up.

"I'm up. Happy, you little fucker?"

"Yes," Ashton states seriously, then giggles.

I realize we're in Ashton's room and the events of last night start to come back, almost choking me.

I start to cough violently, and Ash rushes over.

"Hey, you okay? Sorry, I woke you up, it's just already 11 a.m."

I catch my breath and ask Ashton gravely, "What happened last night?"

"Nothing, mate. Just the regular thing. We got drunk, you hooked up with a girl, I think. I brought you back here because at one point you got super wasted after I sobered up."

"No, Ashton, what happened? Like exactly?"

"Uh, all I remember is that you helped me sober up, and then you got super wasted, Mike. Like you took shots of straight-up vodka and said, 'I'm gonna forget you.' You kept talking about someone, but I didn't know who. Then you started flirting with the blonde--"

"The blonde?"

"Yeah, the one you dated back in freshman year? Rachael Adams?"

Rachael's back?

"Wait, like Rachael, my ex-girlfriend who moved? When did she get back here?"

"She moved back here last week. I'm actually not surprised you didn't know, you haven't been around lately.

"Anyway, then, you started grinding on her and dancing. After that I lost track of you. I had asked everyone where you went, and some people didn't know, some people said 'with some blonde chick.'

"So after searching for what seems like forever, I find you passed out in the bathroom. I was so scared, Mike. You had never gotten that plastered before. I suspected you'd taken something, I--"

"Wait, like drugs?"

"Yeah, well you were acting a bit out of the ordinary before that, and not like you were drunk."

"I'm so sorry," I apologize.

"It's alright. We're just not letting you have vodka, again."

-

When I left Ashton's, I'd been trying to figure out what happened with Rachael last night. I don't think anything did happen besides some harmless flirting.

I wander around aimlessly, not knowing where I was headed.

I shove headphones in my ears and play "Disenchanted" by My Chemical Romance. I blast the volume and shove my hands in my pockets.

If alcohol didn't make me forget you, what will?

-

Somehow, I end up in front of his house.

I guess the heart really leads the mind and body.

I sigh and mutter, "Fuck it."

I run to his door and ring its doorbell.

He opens the door, and since I know his mom is at work, doing one of her double shifts, I slam my lips into his, begging to taste him.

He doesn't kiss back at first, probably surprised, but eventually he moves his lips against mine, giving me butterflies in my stomach.

Butterflies? What the fuck?

At that, I kiss him even harder, pushing him back into his house. I slam the door behind me and shove him up against it, sliding my hands down to his and pinning them up.

This is so wrong.

I move my lips down to his neck, making him sigh in pleasure.

"Michael, what are you doing?" he exhales.

Trying to forget my whatever-I-feel-for-him, I bite his collarbone, making his fists clench.

But it's so right.