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Micheal was driving Avery's car as she refused to say a word. She wouldn't say anything and wouldn't answer any question. The only thing she had said was her address and didn't talk again during the whole ride. Michael drove with his fists tightening the steering wheel.

There was so many questions he wanted to ask but he knew it wasn't time yet.

Avery was shaking slightly and the tiny sobs escaping her lips had almost completely stopped.

He pulled over as he reached his destination. He turned off the engine and Avery and him got out of the car.

They walked to the front door and when they reached it she got the key out and opened it. Michael was very suprised. He had heard Avery had money. Like a lot of money. Her family had a big name. But he wasn't expecting her house to be so big anyways.

She turned around, stopping Michael abruptly.

"Thank you for bringing me here. I can take care of the rest myself." She told him and he shook his head.

"I'm not leaving you alone." He suprised her by saying.

"It's okay, really. You can go." She insisted. She didn't want to talk about it. He went past the door as he was now inside her house.

"I'm not leaving. Where's your room?" Avery nodded as she saw there was nothing she could do about it and got in herself. Closing the door behind her. She walked past him and started to go upstairs.

They kept going until they got to the 3rd floor. Michael went inside and saw that the whole floor was her room.

Well thats what you get when you have rich ass parents.

She looked at Michaels knuckles and saw they were a bit torn up from where he had hit Marcus. She sighed and walked across her room into the bathroom, looking for her fist aid kit that wasn't so hard to find since she had been using it herself for a while.

Michael furrowed hrer eyebrows at her. "Are you hurt?" He asked. She shaked her head.

"No but you are." She pointed to his bleeding knuckes and he shrugged.

"It's nothing." He said. Avery smiled seeing the oportunity to tease him a little bit.

"Aw, is Clifford afraid of cleaning his wounds?" Michael looked at her a little amused and a little angry from what he had previously seen.

"Are you making fun of my Archibald?" Avery shrugged.

"Just get in the damn bathroom."

Michael decided it was best not to upset her more than she already was. He walked over to her bathroom and saw that it was basicly the size of his mewly found apartment. It even had two sinks. Who the hell needs two sinks?

Avery saw the look of bewilderment and decided to say something about it. "My parents went a little overboard with the decoration" she shrugged like it was no big deal. It probably wasn't to her. Michael thought. Her parents probably shower her with money and gold bricks. He chuckled at himself slightly at the thought of people throwing gold bricks at Avery.

"What are you laughing at?" She asked. Michael just shrugged.

"Nothing." Avery turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. They waited for it to fill up. She then grabbed a towel and dabbed it in the luke warm water. Then she used the white towel to pass them over his wounds. He didn't even flinch. He looked at her and didn't really notice the pain. He was very tolerant to it. He had to be.

"What happened with Marcus?" Avery put the towel inside the water again. It was full of bood that mostly wasn't his. She ignored his question. "Answer me Avery."

She shrugged. "There's not much to talk about. What you saw is basicly what it is." She kept cleaning his woulds and put some liquid that would kill the germs.

"So he basicly tries to take advantange of you and used violence." Avery shrugged and that irritated Michael more than it should. She was now wrapping his hands in a bandage. Realizacion hit Michael like a bomb. "Is he the reason you left the party almost crying?" Avery finished with the bandage and nodded. "Tell me whats going on." He insisted. She started to feel a bit irritated.

"We're not even friends, Michael." She said. "I can't just blabble my life out to everyone." She stood up and she regretted saying what she did as she said it. She knew Michael needed a friend and maybe she had shot down all those posibilities. "Michael I..." He got up as anger begun to fill his chest.

"Well forgive me for actually trying to care." He got up. "Well thanks for making me have a good time the other day. It wont happen again." He opened the door and got out.

Avery huffed and jumped on the bed.

Michael on the other hand had completely forgotten he would have to walk all the way to his new, small apartment. That now, since he was in the rich part of town. Would take quite a while.

He kind of regretted leaving Avery in the situation she was in. But to be honest... what she said was true. He's not sure what even bothered him. He didn't even think of them as friends. It's so stupid.

But anything set him off lately.

He kept walking with hands inside his pocckets. He huffed in annoyance that he actually had to walk. Well, that much.

When he was alone like this the thoughts about the past came after him. Thoughts about the present. Everything, really. It's bad to be alone for so long.

He abruptly turned around when someone tugged on his arm. Shocked.

He turned around and saw Avery. She was breathing in short breaths. Like she had been running to much. She put her finger up to indicate he waits. She kept breathing like that until she straightened herself up.

"Do you want to go get ice cream?" She asked. Sounding a bit faint.

Michael furrowed his eyebrows confused. "What?"

"I asked if you wanted to go get ice cream?" Michael saw an oportunity to actually make fun of her.

"Are you done weazing?" She shot him a playfull glare.

"I'm not weazing." She said. But she was still weazing.

"Why go for ice cream anyways?" He started walking slowly again. She just shrugged.

"Because thats what friends do." She simply replied. He stopped and looked at her.

"Who said we were friends?" He asked her. She wasn't sure if he was joking or not. He didn't seem like the type to joke.

So she shrugged it off. "I'm just saying. We might not be friends yet. But we will be soon." He simply looked at her. "Follow me. There's an ice cream shop in the corner." She started walking forward and Michael still didn't move.

"You are very persistent aren't you?" He asked her.

She turned around and shrugged, smiling. "You can say that."

Giving up wasn't something she did often. And she wasn't gonna start now.

Hello. So i wrote this on Harry Style's 22nd birthday and he tweeted Taylor Swift lyrics and people are saying he quit Modest and I swear I'm so over them playing with my heart. (I'm not)

And Asthon tweeted that he can hear Calum snore and thats so cute. Like goals. Am I right?

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