Michael's Flower |M.G.C| AU

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*Michael's POV*
I needed to get drunk. I had just rejected this perfect girl because she wanted to be friends. Am I stupid, or did I think that I was too good? I was clearly not "too good" because I was sitting next to Calum, who could handle his liquor, and I cannot. We can go to bars and drink since we are both 18. By an hour I was piss ass drunk and Cal had the same amount but seemed completely sober.
When you're drunk you have ideas that are terrible but they seem fantastic at the time. Calum, the sober one, had an idea that was amazing, at the time. He thought that we should go see our old friends. I figured that it was mostly so that he could go see that new Kennedy chick. She was hot and all, but she I only flirted with her to try and make Parker jealous.
I still can't believe on the same day, I flirted to try and make her jealous, then I rejected her- wait!
While in my drunk state, I decided that even though I was pissed at myself for not getting to be- sleep with the girl I had been dying to fuck, that I was still right to be mad. The only reason I went with Calum was to tell her I love- to tell her off.

What I actually wanted to tell her was that I loved her and needed her and I wanted to be with her.

She needed to know that she couldn't just toy with my emotions.

I wanted her to toy with my emotions and so many other things.

She couldn't just change her mind and expect me to be there.

If I had been smart enough to understand how I felt, I would be there for every mind change that she made and then I'd flip my entire world upside down just so I could fit the template that was her mind and body.

She couldn't just expect me to love her through thick and thin, like that.

I loved her to the fucking moon, thinner than string, thicker than cement.

Calum giggled as he knocked on the door, seeming giddier than usual. The Kennedy girl opening the door just made the joy in him expand. I slightly gagged but that turned to an even worse feeling. He had bolted inside, Kennedy gave me an annoyed look and closed the door, leaving me to view the one thing I thought I'd never have to see through the window.
Pain, disgust, regret, jealousy.

The love of my- the girl I "fucking hated", yeah let's go with that, was leaning in to kiss my, "best friend". My vision became blurry, no, not from tears, but probably from the alcohol. I tried walking down the stairs, but only tripped, my face landing on the bottom step.