Fake (m.g.c)

Chapter 8

"I can't shake this sinking feeling, I know you're not there and I'm barely breathing."-Broken Pieces, 5 Seconds of Summer
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I wake up in a unfamiliar room and start to panic, but then I realized I had spent the night at Michael house.

I roll over and find my phone on the nightstand. I check it, finding I have 5 messages from my mum.

Where are you?

Please answer, Lillian, I know you getting these

Are you okay?

Lillian Marie, answer the phone!

You're grounded when you get home.

I panic. My mum had never grounded me before. Never.

Sure I've gotten in trouble, but I've never been grounded.

I jump out of bed and change into my clothes from last night. I run out of the bedroom fort and try to he as quiet as I can when I open the front door, since Michael is sleeping on the couch right in from of it. He actually looks peaceful for once. His mouth is slightly open and his hair is in his face.

But of course, I fucking trip over the door, THE DOOR, and make the loudest sound ever. Is it even possible to trip over a DOOR?

"Where are you going?" Michael grumbles, sounding tired.

Shit.

"Leaving."

"I can see."

"Okay." I pause. "Well, bye."

I slip out the door and out the driveway.

I did not think this through, since I don't have a car.

I quickly take out my phone and call Ally.

"Whatttt?" Ally groggily answers.

"Can you pick me up?" I ask.

"No."

"Ally, please."

"No. I'm going back to sleep. Goodbye." She hangs up.

Wow.

What else am I supposed to do?

I'm obviously not going to call my parents, that would be the worst idea ever.

I had no one else to call.

I take a deep breath and shakily let it out. There's only one other option.

I walk back up to the front door and open the door. It's not locked, since I just left.

"You just couldn't stay away could you." Michael laughs.

"I need a ride." I get to the point.

"Fine."

Michael plus the blanket off him and gets off the couch.

I guess I didn't notice since a blanket was covering him, but he's wearing boxers, and only boxers. His chest is exposed, and my eyes widen at the sight.

"Let me get dressed, then we could go." I just absentmindedly nod, still staring. "It's rude to stare."

"Oh, uh, sorry."

He laughs and walks to his bedroom.

I take a seat on the couch, which is still warm from his body heat, and wait for him to return.

In about two minutes, he returns.

"Let's go." He says as he grabs his keys off the counter.

We walk out the door and into his car.

"You're face is bruised." He says.

"No way." I say sarcastically.

I pull down the mirror and look at my face. The only place that looks purple is around my nose, and I wish it wasn't there, but it's much better then my whole face being black and blue.

Besides, people will probably think I got in a fight, not doing the most embarrassing thing possible, falling.

Michael turns the radio on and pulls out of the driveway.

"Who sings this song?" He asks with a smug grin on his face.

"Um." I listen. The male is singing about an idiot or something. The song makes me want to rip my ears off. I hate it. But I have to pretend I like it. "Do you really think I'm that stupid?" I laugh.

"Yes. Now answer the question."

"Uh, uh, Nirvana?" I guess.

"Unbelievable. It's Green Day, American Idiot. Basically their most famous song." He scoffs. "I can't stand you."
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Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I had a family emergency.
Anyways, I'm back!

Did you guys see Michael fall off stage? It was hilarious but I still feel bad.

QOTC: Do any of you guys wear glasses?

I wear contacts.

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-Erin