When he comes home. (Billy Elliot X Michael)

Standing in the rain.

Michael sat at home, crossed legged on the floor.
All that was left was the TV, a mattress, a few dresses, some of his clothes, a shirt and a photograph.
The photograph was him and Billy, who'd left for ballet school 4 years ago, leaving Michael alone with what he thought at the times was a strange desire to wear woman's clothes and a struggle to hide it.
He signed again as he clutched his fathers shirt that was left behind when he parents and older sister abandoned him just 2 days after he'd admitted his strange love for fashion.
He missed his farther.
And his mother.
And his sister.
But most of all...
The thing that really sank to the bottom of his stomach was...
Billy.
Not just any Billy but Billy Elliot.
Billy understood his love, he didn't judge or even care.
He stood by Michael, even knowing his weird secret.
That's what made Billy so special.
Michael needed him.
Wanted him.
Longed for him.
But the horrible truth was...
Billy didn't need him.
He finally knew that now.
Nearly 5 years now he'd been waiting... For anything.
A letter, a postcard, a visit maybe even a phone call, but there was nothing.
He didn't want to .... But he knew he had to.
He had to give up on Billy.
He wasn't coming back for him.
Why should he?
He's got his ballet.
But what had Michael got.... Nothing.
Nothing but a few hideous dresses left from his mother, a teared shirt, some ratty clothes and a stupid bloody picture of some stupid bloody boy, who didn't even need him anymore!
Nobody did!!!
Not his mum!
Not his dad!
Not his sister!
He'd tried countless times to get a job but everybody knew about him being a freak so nobody payed any mind to him, they all ignored him!!!
EVERYBODY!!!

So what did it even matter?
He stood up, just not caring anymore, not giving a fuck.
He was going to do it.
He was going to end it all.
He was going to take his life.
It wouldn't matter to anyone so what was he waiting for?

Michael found himself in the main hall in the village, where he first realised his love for Billy, when he watched him dancing.
He knew then and there he was crazy in love.
The way his heart would pound in his ears.
Or the butterfly's that flapped in his stomach.
He knew he would love him.
But he didn't know it would be so painful.

He stood up on the stole and looked at the rope.
He had too.
There was nothing, nobody left.
He'd been on his own for to long...
He had to.

"Michael, what are you doing?"

He looked up from the voice to see Billy there with a worried expression across his face.

"O-oh... I must be seein things."

Michael said quietly but loud enough for Billy to hear.
Billy took a few steps forwards, feeling tears rim his eyes.
What was Michael doing?
What's he?
No!
He couldn't be!

"Michael,are you?.... Are you trying to kill yourself?"

"Oh what gave it away?!?!"

The younger boy by a year snapped.
Tears welling up in his eyes to now.

"It doesn't matter anymore! I'm all alone Billy! I can't take it anymore! It's so lonely!!! I can't take the loneliness anymore!!!"

Billy felt sick.
What had happened?
What had happened to the happy Michael he watched joyfully run around in a bright pink dress singing silly songs about dresses!
Now all he saw was a sad boy with nothing but heartache in his eyes.

"I'm here, Michael! I'm not going to leave you, just please get down-"

"BUT your not here are you Billy!!! I'm just dreaming again!!! Your not here Billy, your dancing Billy, showing the whole world how... BILLY you are!.... They left me Billy..... Mum, dad, and sis.... They all left... They didn't want me anymore... They all thought I'm a freak... And they're right.... I am a freak and I'm alone.... You don't need me Billy... Your not even here... I'm sorry Billy... But I got to go."

Billy quickly moved forwards gripping Michaels wrist, causing his eyes to widen.

"You see Michael!! I'm touching up you aren't, I? Which means I'm here!!! Please Michael.... Please come down... Please Michael...."

Michael began to cry as Billy spoke to him.
He was here!
He was really here?!

"B-Billy... "

With all the joy and happiness he had left, he jumped from the stole and into Billy's arms, blearing loudly...

"I love you,Billy !!!"

The other smiled a held him tightly back...

"I love you too, Michael."