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♥Miscommunication(Dangerous Era)♥

A/N: So this is a request from Moonwalker1999x......girl, I hope you enjoy it.
I'm sorry if it's a little rough around the edges....but I tried my best.

Have fun!

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"I don't know..." you say absentmindedly as you continue to nibble at your finger cuticles. "It's just...." you breathe. "So weird,"

"Maybe he's just really busy?" Luisa reckons suggestively with a slight shrug. 

You look at her for a moment - mentally running over the possibilities. 

"Maybe," you lower your eyelids meekly.

Recently, you'd been rather suspicious of Michael's behavior whenever he happened to be in your presence. Unfortunately, he had become very distant with you and his attitude towards your attempts at a proper conversation with him was less than desirable.

No doubt, he was practically the embodiment of the word 'busy'. Of course, with his upcoming album and the accompanying late studio sessions - he was bound to be completely exhausted by the time the end of the day rolled around.

Nevertheless, he was your boyfriend - and a rather dedicated one at that. In fact, he'd even asked you to move in to Neverland to live with him; something that you'd gladly agreed to because...well, you loved him dearly.

And it was for this reason that you could not restrain yourself from doubting him greatly whenever he said that he was at the studio - working. 

The extremely late nights and the sudden detachment from you had become a much bigger issue that you'd have intended it to be. 

It was beginning to eat you up slowly - like an unknowingly administered poison.

So at present moment, you were at your best friend's house - pouring out the ever so troubling thoughts that deeply troubled your mental peace. 

Luisa, of course, being a more than willing accomplice - ready to listen to whatever your grievances may have been.

"Listen..." she begins softly, instantly snapping you out of your train of thought. "Just ask him what the problem is," her voice is calm as she sits down beside you on the sofa. "There's probably just some miscommunication between the two of you,"

You sigh a little, your breathing is hesitant.

"But that's what I've been doing," you reason frantically. "And each time I ask him...he just says that I'm delusional," 

"Then ask him again," she shrugs nonchalantly. "Ask him to give you an honest and straightforward answer," she proceeds to hold up her index finger once she notices that you are about to cut her off. "One without ambiguity,"

You focus intently on your best friend for a moment before sighing helplessly.

"Fine," you say with a forced smile. "I'll try that tonight," you proceed to purse your lips. "But if all goes wrong...I don't know what I'll do then..."

"Don't think negatively," she reassures you with a gentle tap on the shoulder. "Think positive. good communication is always the best solution,"

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"Are we seriously having this conversation again?!" Michael yells as he throws his hands up in the air out of frustration.

You'd decided to make another attempt at a proper conversation with Michael - asking him politely for the reason as to why he had been continuously late in the recent weeks.