Dazed & Confused

Chptr 1: Bad day

[ Michaels p.o.v ]
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*Three months later*

I was about to go nuts if I had to spend one more waking moment walking around this department store with her..Becca..my personal assistant. She drove me nuts.. Although she and I did share one joke together but it was more of a way to dig at each other than anything. Whenever my insults would really start to try her patience with me she would call me 'husband', whenever she was doing something really fucking annoying that pissed me off I'd call her 'wife'. It was a weird way of keeping ourselves from killing each other. Anyway like I was saying, I could be so mean to her, try my best to make her feel unwanted, unappreciated, and yet nothing I did seemed to phase her. She never broke down. She always dished it right back. and when I'd tell her that she couldn't talk to me like that, that I could fire her for doing it..she'd laugh at me and say something like, "You won't fire me". I'd reply with something along the lines of "Oh yea? Try me. See what happens." But she was right, I couldn't fire her. Who else would take my shit. Deal with my emotionally unstable behavior, be my bitch and do all of my dirty work, stuff I never wanted to do. The answer..no one. Her level of tolerance for my bullshit was on a whole other level. This bothered me. I was able to break everyone down emotionally. Except her. She just really didn't give a shit about what I or anybody else had to say about her.Thats how I am. And I don't like when I find someone else..especially a chick, who I can relate to. I liked to think that I was different..better alone. Anyway, so each of us guys had a personal assistant. Luke just so happened to meet mine at a nightclub in Sydney a month or so ago. I couldn't help but feel like she was Luke's sad attempt at a new girlfriend for me but whatever..it wasn't going to happen. Even if I did decide to finally date again, Becca would never EVER stand a chance with me. After picking up my jeans from the shop I had to deal with an hours worth of waiting on her to pick out two or three new bathing suits. Only for her to drag me to my least favorite place in the world...Starbucks. I fucking hate Starbucks. It reminds me of Pria. And anything that reminds me of that bitch immediately put me in a bad mood. "What do you want Mike?" She asked. "Ugh, nothing. Just get yours so we can leave before I get noticed." She sighed at my negativity. I sat down at a small table in the back corner of the food court while she ordered. Hoping no one would see me. I really did not feel like seeing any screaming fans right now. I love them, I really do, but there are days where I just really do not have the time and patience to be polite with anyone..and today was one of those days. I noticed Becca had her drink so I quickly made my way to the door and out to the parking lot. "Who's driving?" She asked. "Um, I will, I know a quick way to my house from here." We climbed into my car quickly..."Shit" I said looking down at the clock realizing I was already late to our recording session and I still had to take my jeans and Becca home. "I'm just going to have you keep my jeans for tonight so I only have to make one trip. Ok?" "What do you mean? I'm going to the studio with you.." "What?! No you're not. No one invited you." "Sydney did. She doesn't want to be alone with you guys again today. That's what she told me anyway." Of course, Sydney is our music technician who happens to be Calum's girlfriend who ALSO happens to be best friends with Becca. I let out a heavy sigh. "Well then I guess the jeans are going to work with me. And I suggest that at no point today do you get in any of our ways, because I'll make sure that you never get in with us again. Got that?" I said pointing at her. "Yea, whatever." She said with a cocky tone. "I'm serious." "K GOTCHA." I felt like a parent yelling at my mouthy kid or something. Finally we arrived to the studio. It was raining and I didn't bother getting her an umbrella or anything I just ran for the door and headed upstairs.