The Coffee Guy BoyxBoy ( #Wattys2016)

Chapter 43

*Alex's POV*

I was so confused to what happened. Mike wouldn't tell me anything and I was getting mad at him every second. He would just wave his hand away and tell me to shut up. I was getting pissed at him and I just want him to explain to me what happened, but he wouldn't bulge.

"Mike, please." I grabbed his wrist so he could stand up. He was petting Akihiko when I pulled him upwards and he gave me an annoying look, pushing my hand away. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Please tell me what is going on." I sternly said and he looked away, watching Akihiko walk over to the sofa and cuddled to himself, closing his eyes. I watched as his eyes scanned around the room and I patiently tapped my foot on the ground. He sighed and looked down at his socks, and glanced at my socks. 

"Are you going to fucking speak or not?" I raised my voice and he flinched, taking a step back. I started to breathe hard, feeling my anger boil. "Fuck, Mike!" I hit my fist on the wall and I could hear Mike gasp as he quietly watched me mutter to myself as I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. He stood there quietly behind me, and I listened to my own breaths. I could tell he was annoyed and angry at the same time, also worried. I sucked in a deep breath, and felt tears coming up. I sniffled and turned around to see Mike looking down at the floor still and I rolled my eyes.

"Bye, Mike." I spat and he raised his head up, confused as to what I meant. I grabbed my car keys, and my coat, and put on my black shoes. He didn't speak as he watched me fly out of the house and I angrily stomped over to my car, and got in, shutting the door very hard. I screamed out and banged my head on the steering wheel and let the tears come down my eyes. I was crying because I was so angry. I burst out when I'm too angry and don't think of my actions clearly. I was scared I was going to punch Mike, but I'm relieved I didn't. I accidentally once punched my mum in the arm when she yelled at me for being a worthless child who doesn't help his own family. That hurt me.

Anyways, I cannot think of that right now. I need to get focused. I wiped away my tears and started the car, pulling out of the driveway. I put the radio on and Kitchen Sink came on by Twenty One Pilots. The first note started and a tear ran down my cheek. I sniffled and turned left. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm just hoping I don't get lost, which is bound to happen. I gulped and watched the lonely road. It was night and barely people were outside walking or driving so I guess I'm the only one who was here.

I checked the time to see it was twelve am and I sighed, turning right. I honestly don't know where my mind is taking me right now. The roads started to get blurry because of my tears forming and I wiped them off quickly. I didn't want to get into a car crash.

I was confused as to why Mike wouldn't tell me anything about this. Didn't he trust me? Why does he keep on not tell me stuff?

I was worried about him. Fuck, I worry about him so much. Half of my worry is about Mike. I wonder what he's doing right now. Does he even worry about me? Fuck, I doubt he does.

I suddenly see light in front of me and I squint my eyes, trying to see what it is. I turned down the radio and I sat upwards on my seat, still having my attention on the light. Not realising where I was driving, I felt a bump, and I jump, looking to my right where I had crashed into. I closed my eyes for a second to calm myself. The right side of my car was crashed into a trash can and it had affected the side pretty badly.

I rolled my eyes to myself and drove to the other side, not caring about the light that I was concentrating on for like an hour, I don't know. I glanced to my side and for a second I saw Mike laughing in the front seat, and I wiped my eyes and looked to the front seat again to check if what I thought I saw was real. I frowned when realising he wasn't really here. I slightly shook my head and stopped by the pavement. I hid my face inside my hands and sighed.

I felt my head throb and I looked at my phone to see it was already one am. One car passed and I glanced at it. I checked my phone for a message from Mike, but there were no. I was hoping he would at least ask where I was going, but no, he didn't text me anything. Not even a 'be safe'.

Why should i care? Seriously. He doesn't care about me. I should just accept that.

I decide to go back home. I drive back and try to be careful not to hit anything.

I sighed as I got out of my car and locked it. I walked inside the house to see the lights turned off and it was very quiet. I guess Mike went to sleep. I took off my shoes and set them by the door and walked upstairs quietly, trying not to be too loud. 

I walked to our bedroom to see Mike laid on the bed and fell asleep. I sighed quietly and stripped down, and laid down next to him, being as quiet as possible. I tried not to touch him as I scurried to the very end of the table and closed my eyes. I was too mad at him to even look or touch him right now. I'll probably get over it tomorrow.