Reverse Groupies // m.c (SLOW UPDATES)

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- next day, April 2, 11:30AM -

Michael's P.O.V.

"Michael! Michael!" Someone shouts, banging on the door

Probably Luke pulling some shit again.

I let him shout a couple more times before I sit up.

"Babe, are you-" I look and see myself in an empty bed

Where the hell is Clara?

"Michael, open the door!" Luke's voice booms from the other side of the door

Instead of Clara, there's a yellow Post-It where she should be.

michael-
i'm sorry that our end is like this but this is for the best. reverse groupies- you're not going to like what we're gonna do and i don't want to drag you into whatever consequences might come from it. i'm sorry. if you're reading this i'm probably on a flight out with the rest of rg. this thing- it's a month long plan that has to start now. i'll miss you, michael, but don't miss me. don't worry about me. just go out and continue being fucking amazing. i love you lots and i'm sorry again.
- clara

I read it over and over, refusing to believe anything.

"Michael, open up!" Luke shouts again

I open the door and, when he sees me, he looks worried and sad and mad all at once. He looks down at the Post-It in my hand and his face softens.

"Are they really gone?" I ask

He nods "No one knows where they went. All that's left are their notes. They left em everywhere."

"I'm scared to look." I say, the numbness in me being washed over with sadness

"Hey, don't. She loves you, you know that."

"Loves or loved, Luke? She left." I say, feeling the tears form "She left."

"They all did." Luke says, walking in and sitting on the foot of my bed.

Only now do I notice how swollen his eyes are. He must've been crying long before I woke up.

"What's gonna happen?" I ask, sitting next to him

"No idea. They'll be fine, I know it. They're strong girls."

"How about us?"

"We're songwriters. We sing what we couldn't say to them." Luke says, before standing and leaving the room

I grab my phone and the room key before heading to Kat and Clara's room, part of me hoping they'd be there even though I know they won't.

I open the door (did they leave it unlocked on purpose?) and walk inside. I look over at Clara's bed- the one by the window- and see another yellow Post-It on top of an envelope. I take a seat on her bed, taking the envelope and reading the Post-It.

red (or whatever color you choose)-
by the time you read this, i would've changed my number. i'm sorry. i also had this made a while back, and i wanted to save it, maybe for your birthday or our anniversary? i don't know. but i guess i'll give it to you while i can. i added in some pictures  for the heck of it. hope you like it and, again, don't miss me.
- blue

"Stop telling me not to miss you." I say quietly to myself, as the numbness returns

I slowly open the envelope and, inside, is a necklace with a guitar pick hanging from it. On one side, the pick is half red and half blue. On the other side, it's purple with the Reverse Groupies logo and the band's logo. I clutch the pick tight in my hands before putting on the necklace and hiding it under my shirt.