Smoke // M.C.

1.9

I woke up in the middle of the night in a panic. I had a nightmare and I wasn't familiar with my surroundings or anything. I began sobbing almost immediately. I climbed out of bed and tried to find the door but it was pitch black and I was used to having some sort of light on because I hated the dark.

I found the door and opened it quickly, running out of the room still sobbing. Michael sat up on the couch.

"Violet?" He said as he rubbed his eyes. I tried to stop crying but I couldn't. I began to hyperventilate and panic even more. He stood up and ran over to me.

"Hey, it's okay. Calm down." He said as he wrapped his arms around me and lead me back to the couch. We sat there for a while as he tried to calm me down. He pushed my hair out of my face and kissed my forehead.

I didn't say anything, I just stayed there. My clothing was soaked from sweat. He stood up and went into his room and came back with a t-shirt.

"Here, put this on. I don't know why the hell you wear winter clothing to sleep." he said handing me his t-shirt. I took it and slipped off my long sleeve shirt and put his t-shirt on. It was huge on my small body and I slipped out of my pants too. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

He sat down next to me once again and held me close. I laid my head on his chest and fell back asleep sobbing while he sang quietly to me. I never knew he could sing. He voice was soft and very soothing. It comforted me.

--

When I again awoke I was back in his bed, my head still resting against his chest. He must've carried me in my sleep. He was awake, just watching me closely.

"Shit. sorry." I said as I jumped out of his arms, realizing I was wearing his clothes and in his bed.

"How drunk was I last night?" I asked, not remembering much from the night before.

He chuckled. "Nothing happened. You really don't remember?" He asked. I shook my head.

"You woke up during the night freaking out. You were having a panic attack or something. You wouldn't talk at all and you just kept crying. I gave you my shirt because you were soaked with your own sweat." He said softly. I sighed. I remembered bits and pieces now.

"You sang to me." I said remembering it vaguely. He blushed and nodded.

"My mom used to sing me back to sleep when I would have night terrors. It always calmed me down. So I tried singing to calm you down." He said shyly. I smiled.

"Your voice is amazing." I said looking down at my hands. He smiled and hugged me.

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Where's the damn peanut butter?" Jacob yelled from the kitchen. We both laughed and got up to go help him make his lunch for school.

"Shit I need to get ready for class today." I said running into Jacobs room to grab some of my clothes and then to the bathroom to shower.

While I was showering, Michael knocked on the door and said that he was taking Jacob to school and then I heard the door shut. When I got out of the shower I made sure I had enough cigarettes left and laid a few on the counter for Michael for the day before I took off to school.

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During my classes, people kept trying to talk to me as normal. They made rude remarks about Calum and I and I ignored then mostly.

Then one person in particular stopped me on my way out of class. Ellen.

"Hey, So how're you and Calum? Or is it Michael that you're shagging now?" She laughed.

"You know you're way too old for this kind of drama. We aren't in high school Ellen. Leave me alone." I said as I pushed past her. She followed me.

"I'm just curious. I thought you were with Calum but I hear you've moved in with Michael Clifford. So what's he like in bed? I went to high school with him and he was a pretty big deal you know." She continued.

"I'm not sleeping with or dating either of them. Michael let me move in with him to help me with bills because I was struggling. It's none of your business anyways." I snapped at her as I headed for my car. She stopped dead in her tracks and began to laugh. I just ignored her though.

Work was the same as usual, my coworkers had so much to gossip about and not enough time to do it. One of my friends from work, Gary, stopped me.

"Hey did you hear about the party that Betty is having?" He asked.

"No? I don't really go to parties all that often. Plus, I don't talk to Betty so I wouldn't know." I said as I continued to ring up a customers groceries.

"You should go, it'll be fun." He begged.

"I think that Calum is having another party so I'll probably just to to his, I'm more comfortable around him and the guys." I said, lying through my teeth. I just didn't feel like going to a party.

"I heard Calum's parties are wild. Maybe I'll habe to crash one of them sometime." He said laughing.

"Maybe." I said. He was right, Calum's parties were pretty crazy.

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"I got pizza for dinner." I said as I entered the apartment carrying 2 boxes of pizza. Michael was on the couch.

"Jacob went to Lukes. We're going on an official date. So put the pizza in the fridge and go get ready." He said smiling.

I sighed and obeyed. I headed to Jacobs room and grabbed clothes. I came back into the living room.

"What kind of date? Like a I need to wear heels and be fancy kind of date or a dress nice kind of date?" I asked. He smiled at me.

"I'm not telling you that. Now go get ready." He commanded.

I sighed and grabbed my Dark blue skater dress. It was long sleeve and flared at the bottom. It wasn't dressy dressy but it was more of a cute casual. I took a quick shower and shaved my legs, since I was wearing a dress. I blow dryed my hair and curled it so it wouldn't be its usual mess. and I put on makeup so that I didn't look dead. I made sure to put on extra perfume and deodorant. I didn't really know how to dress. I wasn't used to dates. I ended up deciding to pin my hair back and wear a pear of heels because I never wore my heels.

It felt like I took forever to get ready and I was worried that Michael would he angry with me for taking so long.

Finally, I existed the bathroom, ready to go. Michael stood there in shock.

"Wow, you look stunning." He said smiling as he held the door open for me. He had changed and was wearing a pair of nice jeans and a leather jacket. We walked to his car hand in hand like a couple of losers.