Broken||M.C

*Twenty-Eight*

//I can't even watch this without crying\\

Avery

A few days later Dad was now home. Mom and I were doing all we could to make him comfortable. He was kind of a baby when he was sick or in any type of pain. Michael had joined the band back on tour. He almost decided to stay the rest of the week, but I told him no. His band and the fans were counting on him.

It was hard though. This was the first time that we would really be apart for any length of time. I didn't know when I would be joining them back on tour. My parents needed me more now, at least until my dad got back on his feet.

I was still worried about Dale, though. After this I refused to call him my dad ever again. I knew he was behind it. Dad had said that he been shot from behind and then the guy came up to him and shot him the shoulder. He didn't really remember what he looked like, but I knew that it was one of Dale's hitmen.

He didn't want to kill Dad, he would've done that. He just wanted to scare us, particularly me. Sadly, it was working. I didn't want him to scare me, but he really was. My nightmares were back and I barely even slept anymore. Michael wasn't here to help me and I hated it.

Thankfully he was in America now, so I didn't have to worry about time zones as much. Like right now, I was just sitting on my bed at 3 am, because I was too afraid to sleep. I held my phone in my hand and I just looked at his picture. I wanted to call him so bad, but they had just had a show the night before and he needed his rest, but I also really wanted to talk to him.

"Screw it, I'm just gonna call him." I said.

I tapped on his name and the phone started ringing. I laid down on my bed and listened to it ring. On the fourth ring, he picked up.

"Avery?"

His voice was raspy which meant that I had woken him up, great.

"I'm sorry, I woke you up." I said.

"No, no it's fine. Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess. I just couldn't sleep and I wanted to talk to you." I said.

"Oh okay. I'm sorry we haven't gotten to talk much, I've just been busy."

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm a horrible person for waking you up. You need to just go back to sleep."

"No, you're not a horrible person. We have a day off tomorrow so I can literally sleep all day if I want. How's your dad?"

"He's doing okay. The pain is getting better. The doctor said that he can start back to work next week. But just part time, until he's completely healed."

"That's good to hear. I'm glad he's doing better."

"Me too. I don't know when I'll be able to join you guys back on tour." I said.

"Don't worry about that. We've got plenty of people to take pictures of us. You just worry about your family."

"Thanks. But I do miss being on tour with you guys. And you, I miss you so much."

"I miss you too. We've got a few days off soon and I was thinking about coming to see you."

"Really? I would love that." I said.

"I knew you would. I'll let you know more later, when I find out for sure that I can come. We might have some interview to do or something."

"It's okay. I know you're busy." I sighed.

"Yeah, but we can make this work."

"I know we can." I said.

There was a long pause. Like we were just content being on the phone with each other. I thought Michael had fallen asleep, but then he finally spoke.

"Avery?" He said.

"I'm still here."

"Have your nightmares gotten worse? Is that why you can't sleep?"

There was no use in lying at all to him. He already knew the answer to that question.

"Yes." I said.

I heard him whisper something. He knew how much I hated cussing, so he never did it around me, unless he was really mad or upset. And he was really upset, I could tell by his tone.

"I'm such a jerk. I never should've left you." He said.

"No, Michael don't you say that. You're not a jerk. You're the best thing to ever happen to me, outside of my parents adopting me. Don't ever think that ever."

He sniffled. He was crying, Michael Clifford was crying! That made me tear up and start crying too. I couldn't believe that he was crying. I'm just glad I couldn't see him, I knew that I would just lose it.

"I knew I shouldn't have left you like that. I can skip some shows, they can go on without me."

"No, Michael." I said. "You have so many people counting on you. You can't let them down."

"I'm more worried about letting you down." He said, sadly.

"You have never let me down. I need to get through this on my own. Please don't worry about me, I'll be fine and stop flipping crying or I'm gonna lose it."

I could still hear his sniffling and his heavy breathing, like he was crying. I couldn't take it.

"Who says I'm  crying?"

"I know you are. Don't try to deny it."

"I'm punk rock. I don't cry."

"Yeah, you wish." I said.

He chuckled and so did I. It was good to hear his laugh, it made me happy.

"Avery, I love you." He said.

"I love you too."

There was a pause. I didn't know what had happened.

"Michael? Are you still there?"

"You said it." He said.

"Said what?"

"You love me."

"Well I do. I said it to you once, but you were asleep."

"Actually I wasn't. I just had my eyes closed."

"Michael Clifford! And you're just now telling me this?"

"Well yeah, I mean I did say that I loved you that one night, but you didn't say anything back."

"I know, I was actually so shocked that you said it, my mind froze and I didn't even know what to say or do or anything. It's called  being a fangirl."

"Oh yeah, I forgot."

He then proceeded to do this little giggle laugh thing, I don't know what it was, but it messed pretty bad with my heart and I got the overwhelming urge to kiss him.

A few minutes more had passed without us saying anything. Then I heard him softly snoring. It was such a soothing sound for me. I smiled to myself and whispered into the phone.

"Goodnight, Mikey. I love you."

I then ended the call and put the phone on my side table. I turned over and drifted off to sleep.

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I hope this was a good update. It's just that I haven't had a ton of cute moments between them and I wanted that to happen before all of the drama started that you'll probably hate me for, but hey it's what makes a good story so it's gotta happen.
THIS GIF IS KILLING ME. I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY I DO THIS TO MYSELF BC IM CRYING RN OKAY.

Plz excuse my sudden fangirl outbursts. They happen at really random times when anything involving Michael happens.

Plz vote and comment and all of that wonderful stuff. Remember you're all beautiful and amazing and belong in this world. Byeeee😘