Related {Muke}

6

I stared out the window. I just had to get out of the uber, to walk up the driveway and into the party. I just had to let loose and have fun. I just had to be myself.

"We're here."

"Thank you." I smiled, my huge sunglasses moving slightly.

I handed him a ten before getting out. I closed the door and took a deep breath as I looked up at the mansion. I bit my lip, kind of hoping the uber driver was gone because the whole time the 20-something year old was eyeing me.

"Hey, if you don't want to go in we can chill out at my place." The uber driver smirked.

I turned around, my arms locked in front of my chest. He must think I'm hiding a girls chest and hair in this coat. I swiped my hood down before relocking my arms.

"unless you like dick. I don't think so." I snapped before turning around and walking up the walkway in my new black heels.

The door was wide open so I just walked in. I fixed my sunglasses. Michael was at this party. If he saw me he'd kill me.

"Hey cutie." A boy slurred, draping his arm around my shoulder.

"Oh..hi." I said, failing miserably at trying to be flirty.

"Hang with us. We'll show you a real good time."

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"I'm only happy when I'm on the run. I break a million hearts just for fun." I sung, rinsing off the plates and putting them in the drying rack.

I dried my hands on my plaid pajama pants and fixed my ear buds.

"I guess you could say my lifes a mess. But I'm still looking pretty in this dress." I sung, smiling slightly.

"YOU LITTLE-" Michael growled, grabbing my wrist.

I yelped, my phone and ear buds falling down to the floor, my heart pounding in my throat. He said he probably wouldn't be home for the weekend.

"W-what?" I asked, my body shaking with fear.

"You're the boy that was at the party last night." He said, his eyes growing darker.

"I-I d-d-don't k-k-know w-what y-you're t-ta-talking ab-bout." I lied, my stutter butchering my words.

"Alright. Explain these." He said, showing me his phone.

With shaking hands, I took the device and swiped through the photos. Me dancing. Me sticking my tongue out. Me drinking.

i let out a shaky breath. I was on the counter, my dress up to my chest with some random boys taking body shots off of me. I was sitting in boys laps, drinking more. Then the final photo, me making out with Michael.

There was a video. I clicked on it, turning his phone in my hands so I could see it fully.

"I GUESS YOU COULD SAY MY LIFES A MESS!" I sung, "BUT I'M STILL LOOKING PRETTY IN THIS DRESS~!"

Michael took his phone back and I stared up at him with wide eyes, "I don't k-know what happened. I d-didn't go to get drunk. I-i-i-"

"Then why did you go?" He demanded.

"I don't know." I whispered, tears pricking my eyes.

"If mom finds these your dead. If anyone finds these your dead!" He shouted.

I whimpered, tears starting to fall down my cheeks.

"Do you know how much trouble we're both in if anyone finds out we made out? If someone finds out that you were the one doing all that shit!?"

"I'm sorry." I cried, my voice cracking.

"I don't think you are." He growled.

"I am!" I insisted.

My heart was racing and I felt like I couldn't breath right. I was careful. I had my sunglasses on the whole time. No one would ever think that I could be that boy. A boy so free with who he was and how he wanted to act and dress.

I whimpered, looking down at my feet. I clenched my shaking hands. He wasn't my father. He couldn't tell me what to do and what not to do.

"You're s-such a hypocrite." I shouted, my voice coming from deep inside me, "You're not the boss of me and if I want to go get drunk and do whatever the hell I want. I will!"

"Mom told me to watch after you-"

"Watch after me? Watch after yourself! Whens the last time you did something logical? Where's your common sense!?"

"My common sense?! Are you kidding me! I thought I could leave you alone to have your own little pity party while I had fun with my friends!" Michael's voice got louder in my ears.

"Well maybe I'm tired of that! Have you ever thought that it might be okay for your little brother to hang with your friends or get drunk at a party and actually live? I'm tired of being a prissy goody-two-shoes."

"Well I'm tired of being your brother!" Mikey growled.

"Good! I am too!" I screamed before roughly grabbing his collar and forcing my lips upon his.