Scars, Suicide and Australians

Cookies and Dates

A/N

VERY IMPORTANT: MICHAEL NO LONGER LIKES ANA. HE REALISED HE DOESNT WHEN THEY WORKED ON HOOKING UP LUKE AND BECKY BUT IM TOO LAZY TO WRITE A MICHAEL POV SORRY NOT SORRY.

Ana's POV

"MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD."

I was standing in the kitchen of the tour bus, looking in the cupboard where they keep the cookies.

"WHAT WHERE'S THE FIRE IS IT A MURDERER" he said, running in.

He was shirtless, with just sweats on and you could see the top of his boxers. He had crazy bed head and a bottle of water in his hand.

He looked fucking hilarious.

"Did you eat all the cookies?" I questioned.

"Yes. Why?" he said looking nervous.

"Those cookies are my life."

"Let me sort out my hair and change and I'll go get you some more."

I walked over and gave him a huge hug.

"I love you, Clifford."

I heard someone choking from the door entrance behind me.

"What?" It was Luke B.

He looked amazing. He had flowers in his hand, his hair was styled to perfection and he had his piercings in. He was wearing black skinnies and vans, along with a dirty pig T-shirt.

I unwrapped my arms from Michaels waist.

"Just telling Mikey here that I love him. You going on a date?" I said.

"Yeah." he said, looking disappointed.

When he said that, it hit me like a ton of bricks to the chest. There was a pressure behind my eyes, and a lump in my throat. I wanted nothing more than to scream at him, to tell him I loved him.

Wait.

Back up the truck.

Love?

I think I've fallen in love with Luke Brooks.

"Uh g-good l-luck on y-your d-d-d-date." I said, barely able to spit the words out.

"Thanks." he said coldly. He walked out.

I gave Michael another quick hug and walked swiftly to the bathroom. I closed the door and pulled down my skinnies. Once safely locked in, I reached for my washbag. Zipping open a hidden pocket inside, I grabbed the blusher pot and yanked it open. I grabbed a blade and washed it under the sink.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled the blade hard and fast over my thigh. I zoned out, and refocused again after a minute. Looking down at my thighs, I saw I had roughly fifteen fresh cuts lining each thigh.

I grabbed a red wash cloth and pushed it hard on my thighs. Reaching into the same hidden pocket, I pulled out two long wrap around bandages. I pulled them tight around my thighs and pulled my skinnies back up.

After washing the blade and putting it back in the blusher pot, I put the washbag back under the sink and washed my hands.

I walked back to my bunk and grabbed my phone and headphones. Changing my skinnies and band shirt for sweats and one of Beau's huge Dirty Pig jumpers, I got in my bunk and pressed shuffle on all my songs.

Listening to A Match Into Water by Pierce The Veil, I switched on my laptop and scrolled through twitter. After tweeting some sad indirects to Luke and retweeting and favouriting random shit, I logged out and opened Wattpad.

I read a damn load of 5SOS and Janoskians fanfics. Michael came in at some point and gave me three packs of my favourite cookies, which earned him a huge hug and me telling him I loved him again.

I shut off my laptop and fell asleep listening to Gotta Get Out.

"'Cos I feel so damn lost..."

Luke's B's POV

I broke her.

I broke Ana.

I broke the girl I love.

I saw her face crumble when I said I was going on a date. I saw the look Michael gave me. I saw how fast she ran out that room, straight to the bathroom.

But she broke me too.

She told Michael she loves him. She can't love Michael, I love her. I love her more than words could possibly describe, but she loves Michael instead.

It was twenty minutes before Ana was scheduled to go on.

"What the actual fuck is your problem?" a voice yelled from behind me.

I jumped about ten foot in the air and span around.

It was Michael.

"What do you mean?" I snarled nastily.

"You fucking broke her. You fucking broke my best fucking friend." he screamed.

"Friend?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, friend." he said, seeming surprised.

"You mean, when she told you she loved you, she meant it in a friendly way?" I asked.

He laughed bitterly.

"You broke my best friend because you we're jealous? You fucking pretentious asshole." He stated.

"I know." I told him.

He pulled me into a bro hug.

"Dude, you gotta talk to her about this." he said, shoving me towards backstage.

It was too late, she had gone onstage.

I shoved my earphones in and Gotta Get Out came on. What can I say, huge member of the 5sos fam.

"'Cos I feel so damn lost...."