drunk ✯ muke

ii.

"You spent your night sleeping on a bench. I wouldn't call that "fine"."

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     Life is a series of unexpected events, even the day you were born and the day you will be gone are totally random. All of his life, Michael has been feeling like a newborn baby. Never sure of what is going on, how everything around him happens or why people leave.

     Michael feels as if everybody is going to leave him, sooner or later. But he doesn't really care about anyone else anymore, because the person he thought he was going to spend his life with has already left him - Luke left him. Physically, he'd be there, with Michael in his arms, but mentally he'd be somewhere completely different.

     Did he do something wrong? Was he a bad boyfriend? Why wasn't he good enough?

     Those thought have been invading Michael's mind all night, barely letting him close his eyes for a few minutes. He is exhausted - physically and mentally.

    He groans as he begins hearing several voices, only being able to make out a couple of words like "is dead" and "cute".

     Annoyed by all the shuffling around him, Michael slowly opens his eyes and gets off the bench he spent his night sleeping on. He probably looks like a homeless person, which is not that far from the truth. If he really needs to, he can go back, but that would be his last resort. He doesn't want to see the blonde ever again.

     "Oh, ok. Thank God he's alive." he looks over to the right, seeing a blue-haired girl and a boy with slightly curly hair and glasses.

     "Are you okay?" the girl asks, making Michael sigh. He is not okay.

     "Um.. yeah. I'm fine." Michael mumbles, trying to end the conversation, even though he's sure they're not planning on letting him go that fast.

     "You spent your night sleeping on a bench. I wouldn't call that "fine". I'm Ashley, by the way."

     Michael doesn't know what to do. He doesn't want to burden other people with his problems, he's always hated that, but does he really have another choice? He is not going to live on the streets forever, now, is he?

     "Michael." he closes his eyes, letting the wind take his mind somewhere else. "I had a hard night and the motel nearby was full so I didn't really have another option."

     "W-what happened?" he hears a small voice and looks over to the boy. He looks tiny compared to the girl, his child-like features making him look even younger. His hazel eyes are covered by a pair of big glasses and his messy hair is sticking up in multiple directions. But it is okay since Michael knows he doesn't look any better.

     "I.. I don't really want to talk about it. To sum it up, I got into a fight with somebody and now I don't have where to live."

     Ashley furrows her eyebrows, knowing what Michael's feeling all too well.

     "Well, I'd offer you to come with us but our apartment is kinda small even for the two of us and you are still a stranger, no offence." Michael smiles and shakes his head, letting her know he's going to be alright. "But I know someone who might be able to help you. He's just moved here from Australia and was looking for a roommate anyway."

     Michael ponders for a moment. It doesn't sound that bad - actually, it doesn't sound bad at all. He has a little bit of money with him already and if he'll need more he can look for a job anytime.

     "You sure he'd be okay with it?" he looks at her with hope in his eyes.

       She smiles and gestures for him to get into her car. "I'm sure Thomas would love to have you as his roommate."

     The drive doesn't last very long, much to Michael's dismay. He is nervous, but who wouldn't be nervous if in the course of a single night your life changed completely? He went from living with his now ex-boyfriend for three years to moving in with a complete stranger. Thomas.. the name is sending chills down Michael's spine but he cannot pinpoint why. It sounds oddly familiar.

     "Michael."

     The blue-haired boy looks up at the sudden voice, losing his train of thoughts.

     "We're here." Ashley points to their left. Michael feels his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. The building was big, with tall fancy windows and expensive cars in the parking lot. How the hell is he going to afford pay the rent? His money probably won't last him for even half a month.

     After he gets his small suitcase and guitar out of the trunk, they begin making their way towards the entrance. Michael can feel his anxiety level highing up even at only the thought of meeting him.

     What if he is like one of those stuck-up rich kids? What if one day he decides that he doesn't like Michael anymore and throws him out?

     He feels like he was going to suffocate as Ashley knocks on the door. He can hear his heart beating as he starts hearing shuffling behind the door. But nothing prepared him from the shock he feels when the door finally opens and someone he thought he'll never see again steps out.

    "Michael?" he hears somebody gasp but doesn't have the time to respond, because as soon as he locks gazes with a familiar pair of chestnut brown eyes, everything becomes black.

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