broken (muke/cashton)

bus boy

Michael lied in bed with his eyes closed, the music washing over him and relaxing him. He had just gotten into a fight with his mum, who wasn't happy that her son was spending so much time on the Internet all the time. She had never cared about what he was doing before; why start now?

If I tried, I know it would feel like infinity...

A tear rolled down his cheek. His mum had never taken much interest in his life, and he was perfectly content with that, or so he told himself. He had always wanted her attention, but lately he had just... given up. Now that she was making an effort, he didn't know how to take it.

It wasn't even like she had actually tried very hard; all she had said was for him to get off the computer. From years of being ignored, that was enough to make him excited. Or maybe nervous. He really didn't know what he was feeling.

Was it even enough of a big gesture, that he should be getting upset because of it? He wasn't sure. After all, all she had actually done was tell him to get off of the computer... but she had noticed that he was on it. He was going to take that as paying attention.

Once again he pulled out his phone, texting Calum.

Mikey1D: Cal my mum decided thst she has a son again :\

CalftH: Isn't that good?

Mikey1D: I guess... but after she hasn't been talking to me for so long, I got so used to it and im not sure what to do. Im not sure if I want her to care anymore.

CalftH: Mike... shes your mum. At least shes trying, isn't she?

Mikey1D: I guess...

Mikey1D: So how was school

CalftH: it was fine I guess, school is school

Mikey1D: why did you guys start the day after us, that's not fair :'(

CalftH: muahahaha it is so fair

Mikey1D: i hate you this is so unfair

CalftH: awwww, mikey you know you lava me <3

Mikey1D: you wish bĩtchacho

CalftH: wtf

Mikey1D: bĩtch and muchacho

CalftH: why am I friends with you

Mikey1D: awwww, cal you know you lava me <3

CcalftH: don't mock me. *refuses to look at you*

Mikey1D: nooo baby I lava you <3

CalftH: okay

Mikey1D: okay

CalftH: maybe okay will be our always

Mikey1D: did you just

CalftH: I just

Michael sighed when Calum told him that he was going to go to sleep; instead of even trying to sleep himself, he got his guitar out of the closet and started strumming the chords to You and I by One Direction. He sang along quietly, self-conscious about his voice. He had been told many times that he wasn't a good singer, but that didn't change the fact that he liked to sing, and he thought he was okay. His music teacher though he was alright.