Abducted// MGC

0.8

I woke up cuddled into Michael. I looked up at him, and he was still asleep. I admired his facial features as he was deep in his slumber, trying to not feel like a creeper for staring at him.

I couldn't help but stare, I mean who wouldn't, he was attractive. His eyelids that shielded his perfect green irises laid peacefully closed as his eyelashes perfectly curled. His nose was flawlessly rounded and just under that were his beautiful pink lips.

I guess I started to crush on Michael. We had gotten really close but I don't even want to think about a relationship. Not under these circumstances.

The door opened and the man was there. Michael instantly woke up and froze once he saw him.

"Pff" he said. "Figures this would happen again" he spat.

"What?" I asked in confusion. The man smiled and Michaels face flushed.

"You didn't tell her your little secret Michael?" The man mocked.

"He doesn't have to tell me anything he doesn't want to" I said sticking up for him.

"Well, maybe you might want to know he's a faggot before you cuddle him for comfort sweetheart" he growled.

"Don't call him that!" I said standing up.

"That's not true" Michael spoke. The room went silent and all eyes went to him because he finally spoke up.

"Saying that just makes you a liar, Michael" the man said.

"No it doesn't" he said, his voice growing in volume with more courage.

"It's funny that when you actually do talk, all you say is bull shit. Keep it up and you can get punished next" he huffed turning around.

"I'm not gay!" Michael practically yelled. The man stopped in his tracks and turned around. He gave Michael a death stare and inched closer to him.

"Then how come you've been hiding the truth from Willow? She doesn't have a damn clue what's going on right now because deep down you know what you are" the man said.

"You're right I do know what I am. I'm straight guy who once had false feelings" Michael said.

"Keep telling yourself that" the man said kicking Michael in the ribs and leaving the room. "Breakfast is ready once you're done with your attitude" he said from the hall.

I looked over at Michael who's face was red in embarrassment. He gently grabbed onto his rib cage in pain and I sat down next to him.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I will be" he said letting his ribs go. We sat in silence and I desperately wanted to ask what was going on.

"Wanna go get breakfast?" I asked.

"Sure" Michael said. I helped him up and we walked to the dining room to go eat breakfast in silence.

We made our way down the hall to the breakfast table where Carphil sat alone, eating eggs, sausage, and potatoes.

He looked up, and then back down, as if we were his problem children who had just done something extremely wrong. We claimed our seats and began to eat another silent and awkward meal.