roommates ♢ muke ✔️

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i stay far away from michael this following week. the week after as well. i even temporarily moved in with ashton to avoid michael.

i'm determine to stay far away from him, i don't like the way he makes my heart flutter or my dick throb.

i'm determine not to make calum's mistake of falling for a boy that i could never have for my own. a boy who would only cause my heartache, i don't want to be a heart break boy.

also, i like chicks, not dicks.

it seems like i'm simply a lost boy now; a confused boy with no sense of reality or understanding of love.

i know i can't hide from michael forever, i'm going to have to go back to my room eventually. i can sense ashton getting sick of my presence.

i waddle down the halls until i'm in front of my dorm room. just from outside, i can hear giggling. there's a pounding in my body and i open the door to storm in.

"i thought you died," michael states plainly as his eyes scan over me, bored.

i try not to get angry when i notice that he's not alone. a petite girl with a pixie cut stands by his side, wearing his shirt. she's smiling widely as she dances around the kitchen, making michael breakfast.

"i'm lily," she smiles softly to me in a spanish accent as she skips up to michael and rests her palm onto his naked chest.

only now do i realize that the two of them have wild, sex hair. i look at michael's pale neck to see purple hickeys. when he turns around to kiss her cheek, i notice scratch marks on his back.

i scowl harshly and march into the bedrooms. automatically, my eyes are drawn to a set of women's undergarments lying on bed. i retch as i pick them off and throw them to the ground.

my bed is messy which is strange. i made my bed before i left. i grimace when i smell the lingering scent of sweet perfume.

michael let this random girl sleep in my bed.

"michael!" i scream at the top of my lungs.

"what?" michael calls back, sounding cranky.

"get your trashy white ass over here! and leave daisy behind!" i scream angrily.

"daisy? you mean lily?" michael asks sarcastically as he walks up to the rooms.

"whatever the fuck that slimy waffle's name is. i don't really give a fuck. was she sleeping in my bed last night?" i ask, literally fuming.

"yeah. she's been staying here for the past thirteen days," michael replies nonchalantly.

"why?" i ask through clenched teeth.

michael shrugs. "i already told you earlier, i thought you were dead."

"so that makes it okay for you to invite rose over?" i glare darkly at him.

"it's lily," he corrects.

"i don't fucking care!" i scream at him as i shove him into a wall.

i'm too furious to be thinking straight. if i had any brain cells, i would know that pushing michael would be a bad move. too late, his green eyes darken to the colour of a swamp lake and he steps forwards. all the veins is his wrist are popping, he looks like he might break my arm off and beat me up with my own limb.

"if i didn't know any better, i would've thought that you were jealous," michael smirks as he takes wide steps to me.

"i'm not jealous," i say weakly.

without seconds, he had me pinned to the wall the way he pinned calum.

i find myself hoping that he would grind on me the way he did to calum but then i scold myself for thinking that way.

"baby, don't you know that lying is bad?" michael purrs as he leans in closer to my face.

i can smell his cologne and his minty, warm breath. i find myself taking quicker, longer breaths to try to grasp his scent and keep it within my system.

"i'm- i'm not lying." i stutter.

"you're doing it again. be honest with me, babe. just give me the truth and i'll tell lily to leave." michael's lip hover millimetres away from my own.

my heart seems to stop beating. my brain thankfully comes through and helps me say the words michael wants to hear.

"i'm- i'm jealous of her." i whimper as i arch my back.

michael's hand grip at my waist to bring me closer. the other brushes hair away from my eyes.

"good boy. now i'll tell her to leave, isn't telling the truth satisfying?" michael asks as he takes a small step back.

i know that what i'm about to do is terrible risky but i take the chance anyways.

"wait," i stop him, pulling him closer to me. "i have something else i want to admit."

michael's lips curve into a soft grin and he gives me a endearing look. he knows exactly what i'm going to say but he asks the question anyways. "what is it, beautiful?"

"i really want you to kiss me," i whisper breathlessly.

that's all it takes for michael to slam his lips onto mine. his skillful tongue darts in and out of my mouth, exploring it. i moan softly which only encourages him to kiss me more passionately.

i'm truly mesmerized. as cheesy as it sounds, i'm okay with dying now, this blissful memory is enough to keep me happy for the rest of eternity and beyond that too.

as michael pulls away for to breath, he smiles woefully at me.

i realize that my next sentence will kill the mood but i continue anyways.

"i thought you were straight," i whisper raggedly.

"i am," michael replies breezily.

a pang of confusion hits me. "but .. but you just made out with me."

"kissing you doesn't interfere with my sexuality. being gay means being a homosexual; being attracted to the same gender, baby." michael explains humourlessly.

"but," i trail off, my bottom lip quivering.

"i'm definitely not attracted to you, silly."