Michael gulps and steps back, his back hitting the wall. A sob escaped my mouth and my drunk mind takes over as I run into my room and kick the walls. Screams fill the now secure and closed room, as Michael closes the door behind him. He throws himself onto the bed and just lays there.
"Annie, shh." His voice is calm and muttered. My back slides down the wall and I sit there, staring at my knees.
I stand up and walk to Mike, grabbing the bottle that has fallen onto the bed, out of his grip. I sit down on the bed next to him and drink more and more, til it doesn't hurt as much.
"Don't you think it's weird how we're growin' up do fast?" Michael breaks the silence, the two of us sitting against the wall, drunk, my head on his shoulder, talking about the future.
"All the time."
My feet pounded against the floor as Michael and I ran around my bedroom, laughing. It's been an hour since Michael and I caught the people we care deeply for, doing what they did.
"Rosie was all over him!" Michael laughs hysterically, chasing me around the room. I run towards my bed and leap onto it, using it as a bridge to help me get to the other side of the room.
I laugh loudly in reply, a toothy laugh to show off my teeth brightly. "His hands we on her shoulders too!" Another loud laugh escaping my vodka tasting lips.
"The floors lava, go quick!" I scream, causing Michael to jump onto my desk chair with panic. The chair and Mike both wobble and he falls to the ground. I drop the floor shaking with laughter. It was the type of laughter that you find yourself making no noise.
Michael groans and gets off the floor and I stumble over to the door of my room, drunken emotions taking over.
"I'm gonna go fight Ashton." My feet carry me towards the door, my body moving sideways, unbalanced.
"No, no, no darling," Mike stops me and grabs my shoulders, he directs me to my bed, "You need to get some rest sweetheart, you've had a lot to drink."
The mattress becomes suppressed as my weight falls onto it. "But we missed the whole party, my party." I pout. "Besides, you've had just as much as I have."
"Yes, but I drank water in between that silly, now c'mon, bed time for Annie." He whispers as I crawl into the right side of my bed. He crouches down on the floor beside me and adjusts my pillows under my head.
He whispers to me whilst looking away, "I'm gonna go downstairs, don't do anything stupid, just stay here, you're way too out of it, you can't even walk." He concludes his sentence with a laugh.
Without thinking I giggled and pulled Michael into me, my lips touching his.
They moved together for about 4 seconds as I laughed again into the kiss. My head spun.
The door then opened, revealing an angry Ashton.
"What the fuck?"
"Not what it looks like." Michael backs off, his hands in surrender.
"You hooking up with Annabelle? Not what it looks like huh?" He yells. I cover my ears and pull my knees up to my chest.
"Dude, you can clearly see she's pissed off her face, she didn't mean it!" He stands up and screams back.
Ashton steps closer, and as he's about to retaliate, Michael fires back, "Says the one who was sucking faces with fucking Rosie!"
Ashton gulps. And my eyes drooped down to my knees and he looks at me.
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impacts - Ashton Irwin
Fanfic"Feelings don't die easily because you continue to feed them with all your memories." The word 'impact' has so many meanings. Like the impact a death has on your life, the consequences you face and how you chose to grieve. But an even bigger meaning...
