catfish // mgc

☼ s i x t y - t h r e e ☼

/// here's a little malum for your life ///

Mae: mike?

Mae: michael please talk to me

Mae: let me explain

Mae: it wasn't true none of it was true

Michael: please leave me alone

Mae: why won't you let me explain?

Michael: just stop

I swallowed the lump in my throat and I couldn't decide if I wanted to punch him in the throat or cry for 3 years. Nearly a year we've known each other and he doesn't trust me. I frowned and pulled up Ashton's name in my phone.

Mae: can we talk?

Ash: bout what?

Mae: you know what about

A few seconds later my phone started ringing.

"You have a lot of explaining to do missy."

I sighed. "I shouldn't have to explain anything. I wouldn't have to explain anything if it wasn't for my fuck ass of an ex."

Ashton sighed too. "I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say he was full of shit?"

"You've met Dylan before," I pinched the bridge of my nose and leaned into the chair I was sitting in in the backyard of my house.

"Only once," Ash mused. "But I think that was enough to get a taste of how that asshole is."

"Yeah," I mumbled, removing my glasses and rubbing my eyes. "None of it was true. Well, except he did come over the other night. He asked me if I love Michael, then we started yelling at each other and I kind of sort of... punched him in the face."

"Whoa! Go Mae!"

"I'm not proud of it but he was getting annoying," I huffed. "But I wasn't drunk. In fact I haven't had a drop of alcohol since the night you dragged me to that one party months ago."

"Hmm. I'm going to go ahead and assume that there wasn't some other guy there?"

"No," I scoffed. "And I'm so angry that Michael won't fucking talk to me! That he just fucking believes that article so easily!"

"Mae, relax," he said calmly. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air. Relax.

"So," I cleared my throat. "Can you talk to Michael?"

"What?"

"Can you talk to him? He won't listen to me."

"No," he laughed and I frowned. "Don't drag me into your problems."

I scoffed. "You don't have to put it like that, jeez."

"Sorry, sorry," he giggled then paused for a second. "Look, I'll help you... but Mike, he needs you, not me."

"Elaborate."

"You think he's going to listen to me?"

"Well you're his best friend."

"And you're the love of his damn life," he pointed out. My face heated up. I knew Michael loved me, so why didn't he trust me?

"So what do I do? I can't figure out anything on my own, Ash. And I feel horrible," I choked on a sob. Ashton was quiet for a moment, then there was a rustling noise.