You opened the door to see your boyfriend, Michael, standing there, smiling, and holding flowers. You were happy to see him, but you knew you would have to send him away again. You had work in an hour.
"Hey baby girl, you weren't answering your phone. I came by to make sure you were ok" he leaned in to kiss you. You pulled away quickly. You weren't answering your phone because you didn't have one anymore.
"You can't stay" you tried to say but it came out in a whisper. Michael licked his lips and furrowed his eye brows.
"Why not?"
"I have work" you mumbled.
"You say that every time" he scoffed.
"Let me in" he demanded. Your eyes widened as you blocked him from entering.
"I'm sorry Mikey but I have work" you placed your hands on his chest to stop him.
"Why do you lie to me?" He asked.
"I'm not lying" you stammered. "I really do have to go to work"
"Work" he scoffed "You think I believe that you actually go to work" he started laughing.
"Why don't you believe I work?" you yelled.
"Why don't you let me in?" he yelled back.
"No" you blocked the door again.
"Y/n" he narrowed his eyes at you "Are you cheating on me?"
"Of course not" you yelled. Michael brought his eyes back to the door you were holding closed.
"He's in there right now, isn't he?" he smirked pushing you out of the way. But what he found was an empty apartment. Empty as in nothing at all. There was no couch in the living room and no food in the fridge. All you had, was a bed and a suit case full of clothes. Most of which were Michaels. His flannels, band t-shirts, and snap backs he had left at your house over the years.
"Y/n" He said sternly. You were almost crying from all the embarrassment you felt right now. You didn't expect Michael to find out that you had sold everything to keep up your apartments rent because working full time didn't make you enough money.
"Y/n why didn't you tell me?" He turn to look at you.
"I didn't want you to think that I couldn't take care of myself" your voice cracked multiple times.
"Obviously you can't" he exclaimed. His eyes widened at what he said. You bit your lip, looking away from him.
"No babe I'm sorry come here I didn't mean that" he pulled you in for a hug.
"When's the last time you ate?" He asked quietly.
"Yesterday"
"Don't lie to me" he said, getting frustrated.
"5 days ago" you whispered.
"I'm so sorry baby" he mumbled rubbing your back.
"Let's go get lunch and then we can work something out ok?" He tilted your chin up as he spoke.
"Ok" you nodded. You didn't care that you would miss work. You were hungry and you hated to admit it, but you needed help. You couldn't stay in this apartment and you were hoping Michael could help you find a new one.
"So I was thinking" Michael started while taking both your hands in his. "That you could move in with me"
"I don't know" you trailed off, looking anywhere but his eyes.
"Why not? We always talk about living together and now is the perfect opportunity. I only live 5 minutes from you, so you would be able to keep your job. We can split the expenses. It's perfect" Everything he said was true, and it would help both of you out a lot.
"Let's go" you smiled grabbing his hand, to pull him out of the pizza place. He laughed and let you drag him to the car. But before you got in, he spun you around, smashing his lips to yours.
