Chapter 4 - Telling the Kids

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Luke's POV

I wake up, remembering Michael was in my hotel room. I get up and look around, seeing if he is still here. I walk into the kitchen and I see him eating an entire pizza.

"Did you seriously order pizza?" I ask laughing.

"Yeah... You were asleep and I was hungry, want some?" Michael replies.

"Why not, I'll get you and I coke," I say, getting Michael and I coke.

I come back into the kitchen giving him a coke, while he gave me a plate with cheese pizza.

"I haven't had pizza in forever," I say trying to start a conforsation.

"Me too," Michael replies.

"So, what do you want to do?" I ask.

"Cry,"

"Michael..."

"I miss her."

I walk up to him, moving the pizza box off his lap. Then wrapping my arms around him, comforting him.

I feel a tear drop fall on my shoulder. I then stop hugging him, looking at him.

"Stop, I'm a mess, you don't want to look at me," Michael says, putting his head down.

I then put his head facing me saying, "Michael, you can talk to me. I'm always here."

"I-I know."

I then put his hand in mine, taking him into my bedroom.

"What are you doing?" Michael asks.

"Lay down with me," I reply.

Michael smiles awkwardly. He nods and lays down with me.

"I know this is random, but how would you think of me if I dyed my hair?" Michael asks.

"That would look good Michael, what color?" I say.

"Maybe blue, or neon green. I don't want to go too crazy."

"Dye it neon green," I suggest.

"You think so?"

"Yeah."

"You know, neon green was one of Rose's favorite colors..." Michael says, tearing up.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry," I say.

I'm such a dumb ass...

"It's okay. You didn't know. I'll dye it neon green for her... and you," Michael says looking up at me.

"Thank you Michael," I say smiling.

"You deserve it," Michael replies, also smiling.

Michael's phone starts to ring.

"Hold on," Michael says, as he goes into the kitchen.

Michael's POV

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

"Come home, your kids need you," My cousin, Nia says.

"Okay, thank you Nia for watching them,"

"No problem. Now hurry! I have band practice that I can't miss!"

"Alright. On my way, bye," I say as I end the call.

I walk into Luke's bedroom.

"I got to leave, my cousin is leaving and I need to watch the kids," I say

"Okay, I'll see you, tomorrow?" He asks.

"Yeah, were going to have band practice tomorrow. See ya."

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