Skater Girl

03. Baggage

"Michael!" I yelled, running as quickly as I could to my best friend.
"Evaligne! Quit running so fast! Theo will get whiplash!"
I immediately slowed down to a brisk walk, still focused on my goal-Michael.
Even though he just got caught on fire, he was worried about my baby.
We are a month from finding out the gender, but All Time Low and 5 Seconds of Summer are both sure that it's a girl, while my mom, the rest of the crew, and I think it's a boy.
I have names picked out for both. If it's a girl: Theo Elizabeth Barakat. If it's a boy: Carter Matthew Barakat.
No, I was not giving my baby the father's last name. He won't claim it so what's the point?
As soon as I reached Michael, I didn't know whether to cry or be happy he's alive.
I was pushed out of the way when the medics came running up, trying to get to Michael.
"Get him to the hospital. Now!"
With that, we were off. Off to the emergency room.
They immediately took Michael in, and he didn't even have to tell them his name. I guess that's what happens when you come in on an ambulance.
Either way I was holding on to his hand, never letting go.
When we got to the burn unit, I had to.
They took him back there and kept him for 30 minutes.
All Time Low continued on, no matter how much fight they put up. Their management said that the tickets weren't refundable and that they must go on, that people were expecting them.
So, it was just the 5 Seconds of Summer boys, me, and my mom. I will probably get a bunch of crap for this.
Why did you not stay with your brother and support your brother?
Why do you care if Michael is okay?
I lo- like him... as a friend, a brother. Yeah.
He is my brothers colleague and best friend.
Oh. Who am I kidding?
I like my brothers best friend and honestly, I'm okay with it.
"Michael Clifford."
As the boys and I stood up, we heard gasps from around the room.
Yes, 5 Seconds of Summer is in the building.
"Mr. Clifford will be just fine. It was a second degree burn, so no scarring or anything. He will keep a bandage around it for 12 hours while it heals and so it doesn't become infected."
We all breathed in relief, making the doctor smile.
"Are you Ms. Barakat?"
I nodded my head.
"Yes, sir. I am."
"He's requested to see you."
I was confused, but followed him to Michaels room.
Stepping inside, it was pitch black, except for the street lights in the window and few machines hooked up.
"Michael?"
He turned his head and I saw something that I never wanted to see in my lifetime. Michael had white bandages all over his face and head, covering his beautiful face.
I reached out and touched the bandages, causing him to wince.
"How bad does it hurt?"
"Not so bad anymore. When it first happened, felt like hell."
"I'm sorry, this is all my fault."
"Explain to me how this is your fault."
"You were walking over to me in the crowd, I should have been where I was told to stay."
"You weren't the ones that set them off."
I shook my head and admired how this boy was in a damn hospital bed and was comforting me.
"Now, stop worrying about me, we don't want you to hurt Theo with all of this stress."
I rolled my eyes.
"What happens if it's a boy?"
"He'll be the coolest baby on the planet."
Laughing, I sat down beside Michael's hospital bed.
"Doctor said there won't be any scarring. Cal tweeted it out saying you're okay. Everyone was really worried."
He smiled as I showed him the hashtag trending.
"I love the fans. They're all I have."
"Miss, I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over," the nurse said as she walked into the room.
I looked at Michael who nodded.
"Bye," I said, starting to walk out.
"Eva, wait!"
I stopped at the door and turned back around.
"Can we have a minute?"
The nurse looked between both of us and nodded, before walking out.
"Eva, there is something that I've been wanting to do since I met you at the studio."
"Well, what is it?"
He froze and looked at me.
"To tell you that- that he was an awful person and I hope to be the best Godfather to your baby."
My heart sunk as I turned and walked out the door.
Why would he like a dumbass girl like you who got knocked up by her abusive boyfriend?
You aren't even pretty. He could have supermodels if he wanted. Why would he have any interest in some slut like me?
Supermodels don't have baggage.
Supermodels are unbelievably perfect.
What do I have?
A protruding stomach and baggage. A bunch of baggage.