50 Ways To Say I Love You // Mavin

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"I wish I was there with you."

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Gavin had been gone a week so far. Michael was handling it well. He was used to Gavin leaving before they started dating anyways. Gavin would call Michael everyday, careful as to not call too late from the time differences. Then Dan suggested they 'Skype for fucks sake.' Gavin chuckled when he said that and decided he should. He got Michael to sign up for a skype account and they called each other the next day. It was midday for Michael and almost night time for Gavin. "You look comfy in that sweater," Michael teased as soon as their cameras turned on. Gavin took a quick glance at the sweater he was wearing, then back up at the camera, "Thanks. It's yours." "I know dipshit. I went to grab that sweater this morning and it wasn't there," Michael let out a small laugh. Gavin smiled and just awed at Michael. The silence between them was like the feeling you get when you're watching the rain from inside while sipping a hot drink. "I miss you," Gavin broke the silence. Michael flashed him a soft smile, "I miss you too. You're coming back next week right?" Gavin nodded and hummed. Michael lifted his laptop and crossed his legs before putting the laptop back down, "You missed me eating shit after Last Call the other day. God I got so fucking drunk." Gavin chuckled, "Oh I got a video from Trevor and it was hilarious."

They shared a couple more stories until it was three in the morning for Gavin. They hung up so he could sleep. Michael stayed up a couple more hours before he fell asleep as well. Michael woke up the next morning to banging on his door. He groaned and checked the time. It was four in the morning. He rolled his eyes and got out of bed. The knocking continued. "I'm coming! Hold the fuck up," Michael snapped. He peaked through the peephole in the door to see who was outside. Meg was standing there with her hair soaked and makeup smeared. Michael was immediately more confused as he opened the door and she stared at him with wide eyes. "Is Gavin home?" She asked with a shaky voice. "Uh no. He flew back home for a bit," Michael leaned against the door way. "Can I.. Can I come in?" Meg looked up at Michael. He could see the fear in her eyes so he nodded and let her inside. "I thought you were in California or something," Michael had his eyebrows raised in confusion. Meg was rubbing her arms as to warm herself up. Michael let out a sigh, "Wait here. I'll get you a towel." He gave her a quick glance before heading into the guest bathroom and taking down a towel. Meg took it graciously.

"So mind telling me what the hell is going on?" Michael had his arms crossed again. Meg looked at the ground and gulped. "I was going in for a photoshoot downtown and I-," Meg was suddenly pale and almost crying. Michael fitted the pieces together in his head, "Did someone fucking r-" "No! No.. I got out before anything really bad happened," Meg moved a hand up to wipe her cheek, "I didn't know who to come to so I ran and ended up here." Michael was disgusted. Sure, Meg was Gavin's ex girlfriend, but this was just awful news. "Meg, that's... I'm so sorry." He wanted to put a hand on her shoulder to reassure her, but didn't want to upset her more. "You can stay here until you want to leave," Michael decided to say instead of touching her. Meg sniffled and nodded, "T-Thank you, Michael. I'm really sorry for intruding." Michael flashed her a comforting smile, "You're not intruding. The guest room's been empty as shit for a while. Why don't you have a bath or something while I get it set up for you? You can use my bathroom." Meg nodded and thanked him again.

Michael had showed her the bathroom and gave her a towel. He left the room all together and started gathering spare sheets to make the bed in the guest room. Once it was all made and the room was cleaned up a bit, Michael stepped out of the room. He heard his name being called from his own bedroom and he slipped inside. Meg was wrapped in a towel, peaking out of the bathroom door, "Do you have any clothes I can borrow?" Michael tried not to look at her as he nodded and dig through his drawers. The only clothes he had here were his own so he handed her a pair of his sleep pants and a random shirt. She thanks him and stepped back into the bathroom to change. "The hair dryer on the shelf if you need it," Michael called out to her. He heard shuffling in the bathroom and then the hair dryer turn on. Michael's phone started ringing and he fumbled around on the bed for it. He didn't even check the caller ID before picking it up, "Hello?" "Micoo, my boi! I didn't mean to call you so early, but I knew you'd be up and I need comfort," Gavin's voice chirped from the other end. "What's up babe?" Michael inquired. "Dan got in a bit of an accident while we were filming," Gavin explained. "Shit dude. Is he alright?" Michael sat up more.

Gavin let out a small chuckle, "Yeah! Yeah he's tip top now. Just had a little sprain the doctor said." "That's good," Michael's posture loosened up. "I wish I was there with you though," Gavin's voice was lowered. Michael smiled even though Gavin couldn't see it, "Me too." Meg just so happened to walk out of the bathroom now, "I think I'm just going to get some rest- Oh sorry you're on the phone." Meg flashed Michael an exhausted smile before walking out of the room. "Is someone else there?" Gavin asked, bringing Michael back to reality. "Huh? Yeah um, Meg's here. It's kind of a long story," Michael sighed. "You're not.. You're not cheating on me are you?" Gavin asked, the panic in his voice clearly present. Michael's eyes went wide, "No! God no. Jesus fuck, Gavin! I know I'm shitty, but not that shitty. She just showed up about an hour ago crying and soaking wet. I said she could stay here for a bit." "Oh, okay. Um.. Is she okay?" Gavin asked. "Yeah, she just went to sleep. Gav look. You can trust me okay? Please trust me. I'm not gonna fucking to do anything, I promise," Michael breathed out. "I trust you, boi. I really do. I just don't trust her," Gavin replied.