Let's Forget Everything (Michael Clifford)

Chapter 39

Michael hit him so hard that he fell to the ground with a big thud. My heart was racing, as much as I hated Calum for what he did, that doesn't mean I want to see him hurt.

Despite all that Calum sabotaged, all the hurt he caused and all the lies, I still care about him. For months he was my best friend and even though he had been lying to me about Michael, I know the times we spent together were genuine. I couldn't help but sympathize with him.

I was hoping the one punch would be enough for Michael, but before I knew it he was on top of Calum.

I rushed over and tried to pull Michael off, "Michael stop," I yelled, scared I was going to start crying. I hated violence, especially when the two boys hitting each other mean so much to me.

It was like I was invisible, neither boy payed any attention to me as they continued wailing on each other. Calum had pushed Michael off and stood up, walking away to get himself together before turning around and grabbing Michael.

Seeing them like this kinda reminded me of the good old days, back when we were all friends, and Michael's grandma was alive and life wasn't so messed up. Calum and Michael used to always play fight. It looked so serious in the moment but then one of them would call truce and they would both end up laughing.

All I wanted was for one of them to call truce, so this would just be over and we could all move on.

"Guys stop!" I yelled again, trying to pull Calum off this time. He looked at me, his hands still grabbing Michael's shirt before Michael punched him again. Then they were back at it. Calum stumbled but didn't fall. They were yelling at each other, saying things two best friends should never say to each other.

I decided that since neither of them would call a truce, I would have to be the one to do so.

"Truce okay, TRUCE!" I was yelling so loud I'm actually surprised Michael's neighbors didn't think someone was getting murdered.

Both boys stopped what they were doing and looked at me, blood on their faces, their hands, their shirts; there was even blood droplets on the kitchen tiles.

"Enough already, just call the truce! You guys are being ridiculous! You're best friends, what are you doing? You think fighting is gonna solve anything?" I was still yelling, all I wanted was for them to see how ridiculous this whole situation was.

"But Jessie, he lied to us. He's the reason we broke up-" Michael started, confused as to why I didn't want him to bash Calum's face in.

"Yes he lied to us, and that was a terrible thing to do and I don't forgive him for that. But he's not the reason we broke up. We broke up because you couldn't trust me, because you couldn't believe me when I said I loved you. You left me, but I forgave you. I did some bad things I regret and you forgave me too. So why can't we forgive Calum? Why is what he did unforgivable? I kissed Calum after that party, and he stopped me. He was the better person that night because he knew I was drunk and missing you. He could have taken advantage of me that night and he didn't. He's a good person Michael, he's your best friend. He just messed up, we all did."

After my rant I walked out of the kitchen and into Michael's room, shutting the door behind me. I couldn't let either of them see me cry.

They sounded oddly quiet in the kitchen, which could either be a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe if they just talked it out without me around, they would be able to come to some kind of understanding.

I layed back on Michael's bed and tried to get the tears to stop rolling down my face. I wish Michael's grandma was still alive, she would know what to do.

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"Babe....Baby...Monday wake up."

I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright lamp in Michael's room. I didn't even mean to fall asleep, I must have dozed off after trying to stop crying.

"Hmmm, what time is it?" I yawned, rubbing my eyes.

"It's like four in the afternoon. You slept for a solid five hours." Michael was kneeling beside the bed. He had his hand in my hair, smiling his dopey smile.

"Five hours??? Michael why didn't you wake me up?" I sat up, there was no way I would be able to sleep tonight.

"Well me and Calum were talking and then we decided to go get lunch, just the two of us. I brought you back some pizza but it's probably cold now." He was still smiling that smile, looking at me like I was the sweetest thing in the entire world.

"So you and Calum talked?" I asked, not wanting to say too much because I didn't know where he stood. But if they got lunch together that must be a good sign.

I touched Michael's cheek, where a bruise had formed from fighting Calum earlier.

"Yeah we talked about everything and we forgive each other. I mean, I forgave him because I did nothing wrong," Michael smirked and I laughed, not paying much attention. I was only half listening as I stroked his cheek where the bruise had formed. I was still half asleep.

"We can't just forget about what happened, but we're gonna try to accept it because like you said, we're best friends."

"Mhmmmh," I agreed, moving my hand up to play with his hair now.

I was sitting with my legs crossed on the bed while Michael was still kneeling in front of it, his hand on the inside of my thigh.

"Life is too short to stay mad at him for what happened. Ya know?" His voice was getting softer.

"Yeah, too short." I nodded, still playing with his hair. My eyes were focused on his hair but I could imagine the look he was giving me. I was just so sleepy I could barely concentrate on what he was saying.

"Life is too short to not do the things you want to do..." he paused.

I patted the bed with my other hand to show that I wanted him to come up, but he didn't move.

"Losing my grandma made me realize how precious life is, how precious you are." He said slowly.

I finally looked at him, his eyes were big and scared.

I moved my hand down to his cheek again and leaned forward to kiss him. When he kissed me back, he put his hand up to my face and I could feel that he was shaking.

I pulled away fast, a quizzical look on my face.

"Michael what's-" before I could finish my thought, he had pulled a ring out of his pocket and presented it to me. The way he was still kneeling on the ground made it look like he was proposing.

I stared at Michael, then the ring, back at Michael and then back at the ring.

"Man my knees are really sore, do you mind if I stand up now?"

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Authors Note:

There's only one maybe two chapters left!!

But I wanna write another story next, I'm thinking a Calum fic (-: 

I will also probably write a sequel type thing to this story depending on the response it gets when it's finished.

Thank you so much to everybody that comments and likes my story, it means the world to me! Love you all