My Bestfriend's Lover Sequel: He Doesn't Know

Part Seventeen: Have a safe flight

Michael's P.O.V.

"I'll call you when I get there, okay?" He continued, hugging her tightly as he buried his face on her hair. "God, I don't wanna go."

"Break it off," I interrupted, shrugging. I pulled Michelle away from Calum. "You'll miss your flight."

"I don't wanna go," he repeated, frowning. It looks like he's about to cry and it's just so cute. Seriously, if I were a girl, I'd date Calum myself.

"Too late for that," I pointed out. "Now, go. I'll look after her, I promise."

"No monkey business, Clifford," he warned, eyeing me.

"No monkey business," I repeated, chuckling. "Noted."

"Come here," he said, nodding for Michelle to come and hug him once again. "I'll miss you big time, boo."

"Be safe there, okay?" She said. She pulled away to tiptoe and kissed him on the nose. She's smaller than him and it's cute.

Okay, no one knows this, but I'm a sucker for goals. They are goals. Have you ever heard of OTP? Well, they are my OTP. Definitely my mum and dad.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you the most," he replied before kissing her on the lips.

"Okay, that's gross!" I said, covering my eyes. "I'm here! I'm here! Hello? Hello!"

I heard them laugh.

"Good luck on the tour," he finally said, patting me on the shoulder. "Make sure you'll find someone better than me or I'll be sure to come back."

"No one's better than you," I reminded him. "Have a safe flight, mate!"

And with one last look, he turned around and headed off. We stayed for a good couple of minutes, watching him. Until I coughed, getting Michelle's attention.

"Yeah?" She asked, looking at me and leading the way outside the airport. "Where are Ashton and Luke, by the way?"

"Ashton is watching some Nicholas Sparks film while crying his ass off," I smirked. "Luke is just being Luke. Lame, as usual."

"Wow, looks like they're depressed," she said sarcastically, giggling. "And why is Eleanor even here with us? You know, I don't really like her. Are you dating her?"

"Not that I know of," I shrugged. I'm not even sure if I like her anyway to even answer that question. And it looks like she just started noticing me after the news came around school. All she ever ask me is Harry. "You never like anyone, anyway."

"Not true," she said defensively. "I like Delilah."

"Other than her?" I chuckled. "Name one."

"Well," she smirked, stopping. She pointed her finger to someone. "I like her."

My eyebrows knitted, following her gaze. I knew she's coming in a few days but definitely not today.

"Stella?" I muttered.

A few feet away stood that familiar face I last saw three years ago. Her hair was as dark as I can remember, but it's longer now and she had it in a braid.

I quicken my pace, with Michelle following me closely behind.

"I'm so sorry!" Stella said to Eleanor, who was glaring at her. She looks like she's ready to cat fight with Stella anytime soon. "I didn't saw you. I'm sorry. I---"

"Stella?" I said, cutting her off - though it sounded more like a question. Both of them looked at me.

"Michael!" She chirped, as her eyes widen.

"Why," I started but the words just got lost in my tongue. I looked at Eleanor with a confused look. Her shirt was stained. "Wait. Why are you here? I told you to wait inside the car."

"I don't give a fuck," she hissed. "Who is she? You know her?"

"Of course, I know her!" I groaned, rolling my eyes at her.

"Oh, you tell me," she snapped. "Is she the reason why you won't sleep with me? You're fucking hilarious!"

"You're fucking hilarious!" I laughed mockingly. "Sleep with you? Not even sure if I like you! And all you do is ask me about Harry! You're using me!"

"Guess he's no dumb," Stella smirked.

"You know what," she glared at Stella before looking back at me. "Whatever! I can go home on my own! There's Luke anyway! And Ashton!"

"Oh, girl," Michelle laughed. "You're not on their top five even. Don't. Just don't."

"You think you're pretty because you're dating Calum?" She said sarcastically. "He used to sleep around parties. I'm even hotter than you."

"Well, I sure am, he says so," she teased, pouting. "Yeah, Calum is definitely no dork at all. Heard he banged your mum. That's something. I'm so proud of my man. So, are we done here? You're free to leave now."

"I," she closed her mouth and just walked away.

"Bye bye," Michelle called. "Dress appropriately next time! You look like a hooker!"

"You're mean," I shook my head, chuckling. "Guess you're always right when you don't like someone."

"I have sensors," she winked, giggling. Then she smiled at Stella. "Stella! How have you been? Thought you were coming next week?"

"Yeah," I added. "Or I heard it wrong? But, dad told me it's..."

"Surprise?" She said sarcastically. Then she laughed. "Miss me, brother?"

"Not at all," I said, sticking my tongue out.

I gave her a quick hug before I took her bags and walked towards the car.

"So, you're staying for good?" I asked. Michelle snatched the smaller bag from me. I looked at her, frowning, but she nodded at me and smiled.

"Do you want me to go now?" Stella asked, giving me puppy eyes. She smiled and continued, "yeah. Steve is abusive. Mum won't want me to stay. And, besides..."

She stopped, bowing her head.

Steve is her step dad. Well, she's my stepsister. She's younger than me by four years. When my mum and dad divorced, my dad was remarried to Raquel, then they had her. Mum was okay with me hanging out with Stella and we just kinda kicked it off since then. I took the big brother role by heart. I love having her around. I love having a sister.

But, when Raquel cheated on my dad for Steve, they divorced. She took Stella with her and went to live in California. And Steve is just plain abusive. Stella's appearance is actually a proof to that - she's a lot thinner now than I remember. I know she's hiding it under her jacket but I'm sure she still have bruises. There were also times before where she'd call me, crying and I can hear shouts and shattering of glasses over the phone.

I sighed, pulling her in a one side hug. "It's okay, I got you now."

"I know," she smiled. "Thanks."

"Okay," I pulled away as we stopped in front of my car, looking for the keys, fumbling in my pocket. "Now, where is my keys... No... Not here..."

"Mmm Michael," Michelle called slowly. I looked at her as she pointed inside the car, tapping the window with her finger. "You didn't took it with you. The evil queen left the key inside."

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A/N: MICHAEL, WHY ARE YOU STUPIDLY FUNNY?!

So, if you thought Eleanor was Michael's love interest, wrong! Cause, obviously, on the other chapters, I mentioned how this is Luke's story with a little sugar from Book One (My best friend's Lover) of Calum's. Michael's would have to wait till Book 3!

But, yeah, if you're confused. Michael is living with his mum. His dad remarried Stella's mum, Raquel. But had divorced because of Raquel's affair with Steve.

I'm full of shit.

Moving on.

I might do another update.