Secrets ➸ Misaac

2.7

Okay but the picture is so cute and its going to represent this chapter because fuck it I live for that picture okay.

LIKE ITS JUST TOO CUTE I WANT THAT T_T

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Michael woke up with a minor headache, his cheeks felt sticky and dry from his crying last night and he was really hoping he wouldn't remember it but he did.

He still smelled like the bar and that bugged him, he noticed Isaac wasn't on his bed or next to him, which made him feel sad.

Tears started to swell his eyes and he bit his lip hard not wanting to cry.

It took all his will power to keep those tears from falling and they still fell, it wasn't because of Nick. This was Isaac, he blew it with Isaac and he knew it. He regrets kissing him so much, he wants to go back in time and tell himself not to go to that club.

Isaac was different to him, Isaac wasn't another Nick. He was different and it made him so mad at himself.

He realized that if he just shut up Isaac wouldn't have had such a bad panic attack and wouldn't have to go to therapy or have to deal with his own stupid decisions.

"Its my fault. This is all my fault!" He hiccuped, trying to fight back his sobs and screams. His cries and his pain.

"It's okay..." He jumped, wiping his eyes frantically and trying to stop crying as Isaac leaned against the wall.

"I-I didn't k-know y-you were in h-here-"

"I just walked in when you said that, I was getting some food."

"O-Oh.." He looked down, mentally slapping himself as Isaac sat next to him. He didn't smell like the bar though, he probably took a shower.

"What's up Mike?" The boy sighed, sitting in front of him now and Michael had to force himself not to make eye contact.

"What even happened last night, Michael. Who was that Nick guy and why such the history?"

"I cried for months because of him." Michael's voice cracked at the thought.

"I was friends with him for a while, and we got close. A-And I liked him so one night I just kissed him and right after he just left when I woke up..."

"Every time I tried to contact him he wouldn't answer and he just ignored me, it really fucking hurt because he was the first guy I liked and then last night happened and all the pain came flooding back and I was mad at him and hurt."

He swallowed hard, he clenched his eyes shut and let the tears fall again. Isaac saw how hurt he looked and he didn't like it. But he had to ask.

"Why did you kiss me?"

Everything was silent, Michael was staring straight down at the sheets and his brain couldn't make out the words. He felt as if his throat was clogged as his heart pounded against his chest.

"I don't care about your sexuality, Michael. Just because I'm supposingly Christian doesn't mean I hate gays..." He continued on, not really knowing where he was taking this.

"I won't tell anyone if you are. Your secrets safe with me, I promise. I just want to know why you kissed me the other night; drunk words and actions but you still have sober thoughts... and you clearly remember last night."

Michael bit his tongue, taking a moment to just sink it in. All he could do was just hope now, thats all he can really do at this point.

He slowly looked up at Isaac, his eyes finally meeting the creamy brown ones as a lump formed in his throat. He forced it down and stopped biting his tongue, taking in a breath.