Mika and Emily

Mikaa?

🔳~PART III🔳

I bursted through the front door. My mother whipped out of the kitchen and screamed. "Not now mom!" I yelled over my shoulder as I sprinted up the stairs. I slammed my door and flipped open my laptop. Then I saw that my Twitter had fifty messages and mentions. They were all from Mallory. 'Slut!' 'Youre gonna regret this, homo!' 'What the hell were you thinking?' 'My dads a lawyer!' 'Watch your back, idiot!' Tears. They welled up again! I slowly turned off my laptop and saw my reflection in the black laptop screen. My blonde hair cropped short and spiky with pink highlights. My makeup was smeared light purple because my my crying. My white skin. Purple circles under my eyes. I felt really weak. I laced up my black combat boots and switched my oversized bright pink sweater  to a light yellow crop top and pulled on my pink high waisted shorts. I grabbed some cash off if the dresser and headed out. I ran down the block and I ran and ran. "Running around again. Running from running..." 

🔳~PART IV🔳

Mika...Mika.. His song. Then I came to a gas station and bought cigarettes. This was the first time I would attempt to smoke. I kept running and running.  I soon stopped for a smoke outside some performing arena and pulled out a cigarette. I lit it and inhaled.... My mind jerked about and my lungs hurt. I threw the cigarette down and stomped all over it. I coughed hysterically. I leaned against the building and coughed again. Then a tall figure rounded the corner. He saw me. I panicked. "Um.." he gave a short wave. I opened my eyes wider. He stopped closer. I could see the details of this strangers face. He had a beautiful jawline and big bright brown eyes. His hair was curly like he just got up from bed. He was still perfect though. Mika. Mmm wait, Mika? "Mikaa?" I asked sounding dazed. "Uh yea" he said. I looked for his expression but could not find it. "What is your name?" he asked me. "Emily" I responded rather quickly. "Hmm. " he huffed. "What do you mean 'hmm'?" I asked impatiently. "That's a really beautiful name. What are you smoking?" 

"Um" I shuffled in front of the cigarette I destroyed. "It's only a cigarette..."

"Oh" he mumbled. The wind gently tossed his messy curls so perfectly. I looked down quickly because his perfection was making me uncomfortable. I noticed for the first time that he was wearing a pair of green skinny jeans and a white shirt with a certain bracelet..." Where did you get that?" I asked instantaneously. He looked at it then back into my eyes. "Um oh ya a fan," he laughed softly," a fan from France sent it to me. "I smiled quickly and grabbed his wrist with the bracelet and shook it excitedly as I jumped up and down. "You got it? That was me! I sent that I you! Oh my gosh! AND! You're even WEARING it?" He laughed again but even more adorable this time. "Yes I am. I love it. " I squealed like an idiot. I couldn't believe that I was fangirling right in front of him. He chuckled. I was beaming. "Hey um," he rubbed the back of his neck and said," would like to walk around a bit? I kinda just want to talk to someone. Also I really wanna get to know you." He held out his hand and I took it. "So tell me, why were you smoking outside of this building? Did you not get tickets?" he asked playfully. "Uh no... I was coming out here to..." " Mmhmm?" he prompted.  " I...well kinda wanted to...kill myself...I thought if I smoked something and got relaxed or something then I could fall off that bridge easier..." Mika stopped abruptly and released my hand. "What would make you want to do that?" he asked very seriously. He reached out to my cheek wiped my tears that my eyes  were apparently making. "People at school" I said vaguely. "Don't understand?" Mika finished for me. I buried my face in my hands then cried. " yes..." I said in a muffled voice. Mika's arms found their way around me and squeezed tight and he whispered in my ear:"¿ Pourquoi tu gachês ta vie? "...