The only reason

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This sucks balls and it's short . writers block can suck my imaginary cock

-Elle

♛18&U♛

Ariel's POV;

"I can't believe you fucking did that!" Stella shouted at me, as I just sat on my bed hugging my pillow.

"I'm sorry." I meant it.

"Why?" She finally began to relax.

"Stella, I'm sorry. In two weeks is our birthday, we'll get matching tattoos soon." I tried to make her happy.

"Does our friendship mean nothing to you?" She said with a sniff.

Oh no, please no.

"It means the world to me, Stel. You're my Alex to my Jack," I pulled her into a hug.

"I love you Jack," she said with a sob.

"I love you too Alex," I began to cry as well.

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It's been two weeks, and tomorrow was Stella's birthday and the day after gets mine. I haven't been socializing much, with anyone. After school I lock myself in my bedroom, either study, read, or play video games. Well, play video games.

What sucks about today is that today Luke decided to "accidentally" drop his spaghetti and meatballs on me. There's more but why bring up the past?

Now it's eleven at night and I'm sitting on my window's ledge. Looking at the stars. It's rare to see the stars this bright around here.

"Ariel! Psst!" I looked down to see Michael waving his hands above his head.

"Hold on," I whisper shouted at him. I silently ran downstairs, how did I manage it? Run on your tippy toes. Finally I reached the door and opened it. Michael smiled before pulling me into a hug.

"Have you been feeling ok?" He asked as he hugged me.

"Totally, come on." I pulled him to the couch where we sat.

"Can I use it?" He gestured at Stella's acoustic leaning on the couch. Simply I handed him the guitar. He began strumming the cords and the more I wanted to question his actions.

I opened my mouth but Michael interrupted me. "Don't talk, let me think it over

How we gonna fix this?

How we gonna undo all the pain?

Tell me, is it even worth it?

Looking for a straight line

Taking back the time we can't replace." He looked up at me a faint smile appeared on my lips.

"All the crossed wires,

Just making us tired

Is it too late to bring us back to life?

When I close my eyes and try to sleep

I fall apart, I find it hard to breathe

You're the reason, the only reason

Even though my dizzy head is numb,

I swear my heart is never giving up

You're the reason, the only reason" His voice was really soothing, I loved it.

"I feel you burning under my skin

I swear I see you shining

Brighter than the flame inside your eyes

Bitter words spoken,

Everything broken

It's never too late to bring us back to life," he quickly did a gesture with his hand and I nodded.

"Oh, oh, oh, only reason, the only reason

Oh, oh, oh, only reason, the only reason." I sang along with him, he smiled and I returned the favor.

"Don't talk, let me think it over

How we gonna fix this?

How we gonna undo all the pain?"

"When I close my eyes and try to sleep

I fall apart, I find it hard to breathe

You're the reason, the only reason

Even though my dizzy head is numb,

I swear my heart is never giving up

You're the reason, the only reason." We smiled at each other as we sang together.

"Michael, did you compose it?" I asked him with my smile never fading.

"I worked on it with Ashton," he shrugged.

"I love your voice," I complemented taking a hold of his hand.

"Now that Ashton finally asked Stella out, it gave me the courage to come and ask you again." He paused.

"Surprisingly it was in the middle of the night," I chuckled.

"Ariel, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked and I nodded.

Finally I did something I've been wanting to do for so long, I crashed my lips into his. At first he was taken back, but quickly got the hint and kissed back. We kissed until we finally pulled apart, smiles on our faces.

Talk about cliché...

"What's wrong?" He asked with a soft chuckle.

"I don't know, cliché things bother me and this is very cliché..." I chuckle nervously scrunching up my nose. A habit of mine whenever I'm in an awkward position or just do not like something.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow. Have a goodnight sleep," he kissed my cheek before leaving.

Lets see what happens tomorrow...

I sighed before laying down on the couch falling asleep.

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