wrapped around your finger // mgc

chapter 1

Turning my music off, I take my earphones out of my ears, place them on my bedside table, and get ready to fall asleep. It's still light outside, but it's Winter, what else can I expect? My eyelids flutter closed and I can almost hear myself snoring when I hear a tapping noise on my window. It's quite loud actually, very loud. "For god's sake," I mutter under my breath. I get out of bed to see what's going on, and clamber over to the window. I draw back the black curtains to reveal my backyard. But it's not just my backyard. I have to squint my eyes to see it, but he's, there's something else definitely there. And that thing seems to be throwing rocks at my window. Upon closer inspection, I can see pink and black. "Hello?" I call out into the darkness. "Where am I..?" a deep voice calls back. Groaning, I grab my slippers, slip my feet into them, and run downstairs, opening my backdoor into my backyard. What I see shocks me. A man, maybe 2 or 3 years older than me, staggering around my back garden, clearly drunk as hell. "Who are you?" I ask him, not sure how close to get to him. "Michael. Who are you and why am I here?" replies the drunk man, who has finally stopped tottering around the garden and is staring at me with a look of mixed confusion and shock on his face. "I'm Luna" I sigh to him. "Luna? Luna." he goes on at me. "Hmm, yes." I answer, not listening, but steering his shoulders in the direction of my house. I suppose he can stay with me tonight, it's not like I can send him anywhere else at this time of night anyway.