sorry not sorry ; muke af

three

"baby boy, where were you last night? i'm worried sick, you know? you haven't called me since-"

blah blah blah, michael clifford rolled his eyes.

here's the thing, michael loved calum dearly. like, they were high school sweethearts, for god's sake. but sometimes calum could be a pain in the ass.

literally,

but right now, metaphorically.

"calum, babe, honey, my love, i'm okay. i swear," michael huffed, huffed at both calum at the other end and at his slightly greasy hair he was touching.

it reminded him of the blondie's hair under the blanket, greasy and unappealing.

speaking of the blondie, michael won't tell his beloved boyfriend, calum about it. heck, he had plenty of those one night stands he didn't tell calum.

why? because one, calum will get very angry. two, who's gonna pay for his college tuition? and three, he loved calum and the money. those one night stands were a mistake.

"where are you now?" calum hood rubbed his sweaty temple, clearly annoyed that his boyfriend just left him at a bar.

michael sighed at his phone,"i'm at subway, the sandwich store not the underground train, cal."

"which one?" calum asked, already grabbed his car keys ready to pick michael up.

"the one that has a broken window."

"okay, i'll pick you up. stay there until i arrived. love you, baby." then calum hung up.

actually, michael always thought calum was a douchebag. he never let michael said goodbye on the phone. it was always like yeah, baby i love you bye
hung up. bye, love you hung up.

michael's wild mind distracted him for awhile until he got a text message from an unknown number.

from: unknown

hi, i'm luke. we, um, kinda hooked up last night?

michael clifford scoffed.

to: unknown

sorry, i don't recall.

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(a/n) michael u piece of shiet

-bia