"What the fuck were you thinking? Are you out of your god damn mind? Answer me!" Michael demanded a detailed explanation of the night I spent between the sheets, feeling more like myself than ever. This all got back to him so fast but, I knew Luke couldn't hold it in for long. I just wanted to be the one to tell him, the one to see the initial anger and shock set in as the words rolled off of my tongue and from behind my lips.
" I fucked Luke and I won't hesitate to do it again" I smirked, reminiscing on the rough hours I spent with the tall blonde boy, his cold metal lip ring pressed against my neck as he bit down exactly in the right spot.
"There was just something about him.." I craved this, the feeling of complete and utter control of my own actions. "That made him so much better than you." I let out an evil laugh knowing that the words made him feel so inadequate.
"Were you happy? He asked, his voice breaking.
"For the first time in God knows how long, Michael" I sighed, wishing things did not have to be like this, so upside down, wrong yet so right.
He turned away, his hand pulling a cigarette from the red pack and sticking it between his lips, the lighter flickering a small flame. The grey smoke trailed its way back to my nose as his high top converse brushed against the pavement while he continued on his way away from me, for good.
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أدب الهواةIt was never an " I hate you, I never want to see you again" type of feeling that I had for Michael Clifford. It was more of a " My heart is breaking and I can't bear to see you go" type of feeling.
