Hiiiiiiii, this is chapter 31 and I really hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading this far if you have, I really appreciate it, okaaaay I love you all so so much.
~Julesy :) xx
[Michael's P.O.V.]
I heard Ashton and Luke fighting downstairs. It didn't sound like it went too well. Now it's oddly quiet, and all I can hear from up here in my room is the TV, and an occasional 'fuck!' from Luke. I should be used to it by now; but I'm not.
Nothing interesting is on TV, so I just flip through a magazine Luke's plastered on the front. I sigh when I read the article focusing on Luke, and the picture that got leaked of him. Half of the article is full of thruths, and the other half is full of lies. It's full of bullshit, basically. It makes me sick to see my boyfriend, or should I say ex-boyfriend, on the cover of a magazine that only talks trash about everybody. But, I could care less, considering Luke is trash, in all honesty.
"Fuck!" A high-pitched voice curses loudly. There's sounds of glass shattering, and cursing follows soon after.
A certain blonde-haired boy bursts through my door, holding their wrist, stumbling towards my bed.
"Are you alright?' I ask, making room for the curly haired boy.
"Yeah, I just cut myself on my way to you." He says, picking at the shards of glass that are sticking out of his wrist and palm.
"Having trouble?" I ask, chuckling as he fails to pull the glass out of his hand, numerous times.
"No, they're just so tiny...." I smile to myself as I listen to him curse several times as the glass digs deeper into his skin.
"Does it hurt that much?" I question, raising an eyebrow.
"Yep." He looks up at me as he answers, a smile spreading across his face momentarily, before looking back down at his palm.
"We'll never be punk rock." I whisper, falling back onto the soft bed, putting my hands behind my head and looking up at the ceiling fan, watching it spin at a fast pace.
"You'll never be punk rock. I am, in fact, very punk rock." He smirks, one of his dimples popping out.
"Nah." I disagree, giving him a smug look.
"Yeah." He retorts, finally ripping the shards of glass out of his hand.
"Took you long enough." I say, sticking out my tongue.
"Shut up." He jokes, grabbing a nearby napkin that somehow ended up on my nightstand. He blots the tiny cuts in his hand and throws the napkin to the ground, climbing next to me.
"You better clean that up later."
"Shut up."
"That's seems to be your favorite word lately, huh Irwin?" He giggles but doesn't reply, just nods.
"So, what happened between you and Luke?" I ask suddenly, extremely curious about all the screaming and yelling.
"Nothing. He just walked up to me, angry as ever, and started a fight. That's all." He shrugs and stares at the blank TV.
"That doesn't sound like nothing." I reply, mirroring Ashton.
"Well it was." He retorts, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
"If you say so..."
The silence drags on for about an hour or so, before I finally speak up.
"Um, are you alright?" I ask, noticing his blank expression.
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