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Bite Your Tounge - {Michael}

You lied on the bed you and Michael no longer shared, the blankets cradling your fragile soul. Your eyes were low and sad, and your heart was yearning for him. The flashback played again and again in your clouded head.

"I don't feel appreciated!" You yelled, your face glowing red and your eyes puffy and leaking with tears.

"What am I supposed to do about that?" He mumbled, walking to the kitchen.

"You practice all day with that stupid band of yours, and come back and you don't even bother to see how I've been?"

He turned and looked at you, his brown eyes narrow and heartless. He hovered above you.

"How was your day?" He spat sarcastically.

You felt so small and guilty, knowing that you had did something terribly wrong. Your body shivered at his sudden aggression towards you. He didn't even bother to realize that he was scaring you. He stood and waited as you whimpered slightly to yourself. You lowered your eyes to your feet in embarrassment. You couldn't say anything. Your empowerment was down the drain and you couldn't stand it.

"See! And this how you reply," he rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm done with this."

He stormed off to the room you two shared and packed all of his things. You watched him, moving repetitively from the dresser to his suitcase.

"Michael, I'm sorry I called your band stupid... I just want you to spend time with me too---"

"Well, you don't ever recognize the attention I do give you. Even if it's right in front of your face." He growled, nudging past you on his way out.

And with that he left you there, and you cried for what seemed like centuries.

You shook your head, gripping onto your pillow and squeezing your tear-filled eyes shut, imagining his beautiful smile and laugh. You felt horrible. He loved the band so much, and for you to call it "stupid" probably hurt him more than you could've imagined.

"I'm sorry for everything," you sobbed, covering your eyes with your blanket.

"Y/N..."

You shot up, scared out of your mind. There he stood, tall and stiff. He dropped his suitcase on the ground and his cheeks turned a rosy red.

You jumped from underneath the blankets and ran over to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped onto him, crying on his shoulder.

He swayed with you, and he buried his face in your shoulder as well. He held you up and you couldn't let go... you wouldn't.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." he said softly, and you shivered.

You stood back on your feet and looked at him with shame. "No... I'm sorry. I insulted something that was so special to you; something so important."

"Baby, you're important to me!"

You watched him as he came closer, wrapping his arms around you. He pecked your lips.

"I love you more than anything in this world. You're important, too. I'll come home and kiss you every time and ask how your day was if that's what you want. I want to make you happy, y/n."

You could feel all your blood rushing to your cheeks as he wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

"You really mean that?" You asked, smiling a little.

"And what reason would I have to lie to the only girl I love?"

You pretended to ponder in your thoughts and began to giggle, kissing him one last time.

"So is it okay if I come back?---"

You pushed him onto the bed and smiled, lying on top of him and kissing him. "Of course it is,"

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[A/N: Look at this crud I wrote omg ewww. Anyway, I'm bored out of my mind and I want to get to know you guys!! So tell me a lil sum about you... and maybe ask for a request? Alsoooo, HAPPY 800! I love you boogers and I hope y'all (oops. My Texan accent is coming out lmao) are doing peachy! See ya xoxoxo

-ZontheBunz]