to the moon. /m.c./

t w e n t y f i v e

 "Michael, with who?" I sat next to him, rubbing his back. He seemed angry.

"Some random asshole, I don't know. I'm having a bad day."

I wrapped my arms around him. "I know, Mikey. I'm sure you did. What can I do to help you right now?"

He sighed, and then began sobbing. He shook violently as he cried, grabbing fistfuls of my shirt. "It's all my fault, Josie. If I hadn't told her that I think I might be falling for you, she wouldn't have gone and done this."

"What?" I pushed him away. "What did you just say?"

Michael stared at me with wide, tear filled eyes. "I didn't say anything."

"Michael, I think you did say something. Something very important."

"Josie, don't. I don't need this right now. I...Chelsea..."

"Did you dump the sorry bitch?"

Michael nodded, leaning his head on my shoulder. "Should never have started anything with her. Don't know why I did...stupid publicity stunt or something to try and become more popular, I guess...my agent doesn't know what she's talking about."

I hugged Michael, pushing aside all thoughts about what he'd said. "Maybe you should just go to sleep? Tomorrow's a new day, and I'm almost certain it's going to be better than today."

He nodded and stood up, peeling off his shirt and trousers. I felt my face redden as I looked away. "Hey, Josie? Will you do me a favour?"

"Yeah, Mike. What do you need?"

He sighed loudly before opening his bedroom door. "Will you sleep in my room with me? Just to help me sleep?"