You were waiting for Michael to show up, your heart pounding as you tried to fight your nerves that were making you feel sick.
I need to talk to him about this you reminded yourself I can't put this off any longer.
Something hit the window and you let out a shaky breath, knowing it was Michael. You slowly got up and opened the window, before sitting back down on your bed, your back against the headrest, your knees pulled closely into your chest.
Michael closed then window once he was in and walked to your bed, sitting cross-legged opposite you. "What did you want to talk to me about?" Michael asked, raising his pieced eyebrow so it nearly met his bright red hair, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black leather jacket.
"Us. Well, this. Whatever this is." Michael sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Not this again. Look, I told you; I will happily make out with you or please you in whichever way your little heart desires, but relationships aren't my thing. No strings attached. Can you not get that in your thick brain?!"
"Michael, can you please not be an asshole and just hear me out for a second?!"
"Why should I?!"
"Because I'm moving." Michael's face resembled shock for around three seconds before you started to talk again "Dad told me today, we're leaving next week. I didn't want to leave without sorting this mess"
"Whatever mess you have with your feelings, it doesn't involve me"
"Michael just listen, please? I've listened to you so many times before, please just listen to me this once" Michael clenched his jaw before mumbling out a 'fine' through gritted teeth.
"It was just fun for me too, in the beginning." you started. "I wanted the bad boy because I was bored with whatever was going on in my life.
"So we hooked up a few times, sometimes just phoned each other in the middle of the night and then you'd turn up at my window for some fun. And it was fun, for a while.
"But then we started acting how we did before we had that stupid fight last week. We started going out places, I dyed your hair, you gave me one of your bracelets to wear-" Michael looked down to see it on your wrist where it had stayed since he gave it to you
"We did cute things like cuddling and stealing kisses and people started saying 'wow, that Michael Clifford has got himself a nice girl and has finally cleaned his act up' and we'd always get awkward when people congratulated me for 'taming' you because we both knew that's not what you wanted, but it happened. Then we had that fight, and we became so distant" you stopped, looking into Michael's eyes to read his expression.
"Wow, thank you for just describing the past year of my life to me. I'm so happy I was able to re-live it" Michael spat sarcastically, beginning to move off the bed. You reached out and grabbed his arm. "I'm not done".
Michael sighed and went back to his cross-legged position.
"I know you told me that you were in it for the fun, that you didn't like strings. You told me that whole thing about cutting me in half like I were a piece of string and you were a pair of scissors if I started to develop emotions towards you. But you weren't acting when we started behaving like a pair. It was genuine." Michael didn't say a word, his just stared into your eyes as tears started to fall from them.
"Am I crazy to think that I could be in love? When it all ends up- it all ends up wasted?" You asked, breaking down and burying your head in your knees.
Michael's heart cracked as he watched you cry, knowing that it was all his fault that you were breaking and he didn't have time to fix anything before you moved. He moved so he was next to you and pulled you into his body, letting you get tears all over his shirt.
He dragged his fingers through your hair, rubbing a hand slowly up and down your arm, until you fell asleep.
Michael sighed and got up from the bed and walked to the window, before exiting through it. When firmly on the ground, he walked away, wiping tears from his cheeks.
When you woke the next morning, you looked to the side to see Michael gone but a piece of paper with your name on it in his place. You opened the paper and started crying all over again when you saw what was written in Michael's hand writing.
I'd give you my heart but I'd just fuck it up.
