drive ♢ muke ✔️

xi

"you are never allowed to drive me anywhere," bryana pants, stumbling out my car and falling to her knees. "luke told me you sucked at driving but i didn't know you were this terrible."

"hey it wasn't that bad," i roll my eyes, locking my car.

"yes it was. it was worse than bad, it was life threatening. jesus michael, i'm driving us back." bryana swallows, using the trunk of my car to support her.

"but-" i protest.

"no. don't bother arguing with me." bryana glares at me, using my arm to help her walk.

i chuckle and shake my head. i push open the door of the café and i hear it jingle. the smell of warm freshly baked pastries and bittersweet coffee makes my mouth water.

i wait until the server sits us down on a cute little booth in the far corner when i finally bother to speak up.

"why are you cheating on luke?" i ask firmly, getting straight to the point.

bryana sighs and looks down. she calls over some coffee to prevent herself from talking. unfortunately for her, the coffee comes fairly quickly.

"bryana, what you're doing is wrong." i remind her as if it wasn't obvious enough.

"i know," she says, her voice small and watery. her big doe eyes finally leave the murky colour of her coffee and she meets my green eyes.

"then why are you doing it?" i persist.

"i just, i, i'm don't know." bryana stumbles over her words and rubs her forehead defeatedly.

i stay quiet and allow her to keep talking.

"it's just, luke has been so far off and distant. it's like he's a completely different person. he hasn't been able to satisfy me." bryana says, trailing off.

"so you decided to go to ashton to satisfy your sexual needs because luke couldn't?" i guess.

"don't say it like that, you make it sound like he's shit in bed. believe me, he's amazing. the only problem is that he's always blowing me off. i'll try to kiss him and he'll shift away, i'll try to take his shirt off and he'll excuse himself to the washroom." bryana bites her lip.

"if he doesn't please you anymore, why don't you just break up with him?" i ask flatly. "instead of leading him on?"

"the thing is, i still love him." bryana admits sadly.

"if you love him, you wouldn't cheat on him." i raise an eyebrow at the blond girl sitting across from me.

"you're not helping michael," bryana glares at me.

"i'm just stating the truth." i shrug.

"well save the truth, i don't want to hear it," bryana purses her lips.

"does ashton know you have a boyfriend?" i ask.

"yeah. he knows." bryana nods shortly.

"and he still has affairs with you anyways?" i scoff, looking at ashton with a completely different perspective.

"he loves me. he doesn't care about luke." bryana says.

i bend over and hide my face in my hands. this is all too much to handle right now.

"but you can't tell luke any of this. if you dare tell him when he pulls you over for being a shitty driver or if he drops by the music store where you work-"

"wait how did you know he pulls me over and how did you know i work in a music store?" i cut her off, a little freaked out. nobody but calum and luke know about my abnormal amount of tickets and about my job in the music store.

"luke told me," bryana explains. "he talks about you a lot."

"what a creep," i scoff.

inside, my heart pounds giddily.

"it's annoying. we share an apartment together and all i hear is michael this and michael that. i swear michael, i've heard luke muttering your name in his sleep." bryana rolls her eyes.

"muttering my name? like a wet dream?" i ask unsurely.

bryana's mouth drops and she slaps me lightly. "clear your mind michael! it wasn't a wet dream, luke's straight and he's also a homophobic."

"then what kind of dream was it?" i ask, scowling a little.

"how am i suppose to know? i'm not the one dreaming." bryana scoffs.

"so there's a chance it was a wet dream?" i smirk, resting my elbows on the table.

"no!" bryana exclaims, looking mortified.

"how can you be so sure?" i continue to tease her.

"i just know!" bryana retorts, looking uneasy.

i just snort and chuckle.