Colors// Mike Chang Glee

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That morning I didn't want to get out of bed. I knew Andy wouldn't be downstairs making his protein shake, or him getting in the bathroom. His room was empty and a part of me was too. I've tried to pretend I was okay. But I've always had Andy by my side and I just felt like shit that morning. 

I clicked snooze and closed my eyes again. My mind was running like crazy. I knew Andy would be home tomorrow. But it wouldn't be the same him. He lost two of his fingers. He loves football and now he can't play.

I mean have you ever met someone who can throw a football missing half their fingers. Wow that just feels weird even thinking of it. I try not to stare, and Andy seemed fine. But I know he's not. I know him. He's just pretending to be okay so he can get out of the hospital. He never liked them ever since our mom...

My mind wondered to every nook and cranny. I couldn't stop thinking, I couldn't go back to sleep. But I couldn't stay in bed all day. Glee was way too important. I needed to work on our choreography for Nationals. I couldn't let them down because I'm having a bad day. 

I sighed angrily and got out of bed grabbing a plain grey t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. I brushed through my hair and curled it before slipping on a beanie and applying very little makeup to cover my stress pimples and dark grey circles under my eyes. I grabbed my backpack and ran out the house.

I picked Mike up and went to school. On the way there, Mike and I both sang to his playlist that I allowed him to play that morning. We sang along to Scream by Michael Jackson. Mike couldn't help but dance in his seat as we sang together in my dads beaten up car.

I smiled over at him, my first genuine smile since Andy woke up. Mike fooled around singing and dancing passionately in the passenger seat. I sang with him until we got out of the car. I grabbed my horribly sweet coffee I managed to make this morning before leaving. I sipped at the hot drink as we entered the school.

"So I have some news for you" Mike said stopping at my locker. He had a smile that was hard to determine. I couldn't tell if it was a real or forced smile."Oh yeah?" I gave him a small, amused smile as I grabbed my binder and closed my locker.

"Yeah. So I spoke to my parents and they told me I could get parts from a junkyard and build up my motorcycle" he explained. As he spoke his expressions were easier to determine. It was a forced on smile.

"No way! That's actually really cool" I said with a smirk as we walked down the hallway towards his locker. I love auto mechanics. One time when we were living in Florida, on Christmas, I rebuilt my friend Mollys dads crotch rocket.

"So only one problem... I have no idea how to do that" he had hopeful eyes as we made our way to his locker.

"No! Oh my gosh! Id love to help you. I mean. If this is were this is going" I smirked up at Mike. He was only a few inches taller then me but I still had to look up or else I would be staring at his chin. Mike smiled. 

"Yes thats where I was going" he put emphasis on the word 'was'. We continued to walk down the hallway when all of a sudden my face was coated in an orange slushee. I gasped for air, squeezing my eyes shut as the freezing cold slushee hit my face. I wiped away the small ice particles out of my eyes and looked over at Mike who was drenched in a blue slushee.

"Son of a bitch!" I yelled at Karofsky who was laughing, looking around the halls at the people who were laughing along with him. 

"Hey Karofsky!" I yelled and without thinking the hot drink in my hand was lifted and slashed into his face as he turned to look me in the face, coating his face in sweet, hot coffee. Mikes mouth dropped open and everyone around us who were laughing stopped snickering and gasped in horror. A few people had smiles on their faces like Kurt who I realized was standing only a few feet away and the girl standing next to Kurt also had the same expression on his face. Karofsky screamed in pain. My mouth hung open with a stifled giggle.

 Before I knew it I was running away and down the hall and up a flight of stairs running for my life I could hear heavy footsteps behind me, chasing me around the school. I bolted into my classroom and I didn't dare turn to see if he was still chasing me. Yes they're on the football team but I can run just as fast as them. I raced into my class and soon enough Karofsky was right there with me. We chased each other around the classroom, knocking over a few innocent bystanders. That was, until the substitute teacher came walking in and yelling at us.

"Mr. Karofsky! Miss Voss! Stop right now!" Ms. Holiday yelled at us. Ive only ever had her as a sub once and that was in a math class and thats only because she's so nice and never yelled, a little cooky but really nice so it was alarming hearing her yell at me. Karofsky was the first to top running. I stood by Ms. holiday as she gave me a death glare. 

"Go to Figgins office right now!" her voice softened slightly.

"But she knew her coffee in my face!" Karofsky yelled.

"And he threw a slushee in Mike and I's faces!" I yelled back. It was like we weren't yelling at Ms. Holiday but at each other. He growled under his breath. Ms. Holiday shot me a glare I felt very uncomfortable in.

"Karofsky, Voss, go to the principals office" she said with her calm demeanor back in her tone. I sighed and wiped more slushee off my face before walking out and into the hallway. I could hear Karofsky follow me out of the room and down to principal Figgins. We entered disgruntled and silently. Mr. Figgins didn't look happy.

"Students" he said with a stern tone in his voice as he always did. Next thing I knew both of us were getting a weeks suspension and being sent back to our classes. Lunch didnt come soon enough. All I wanted to do was make sure Mike was okay and to tell him he could borrow my dads car for school because I got suspended. I also just wanted to talk to him.

 For some reason he makes me feel safe. I went to take a quick shower in the girls showers after pretending to run the track and just rinsing myself off, since I didn't have any soap. I slipped on an ugly old faded Coca Cola shirt and a new pair of underwear and a pair of black leggings. I put on deodorant and a spritz of perfume. I practically ran out of the girls locker room with my long drenched hair flowing in the wind. I couldn't tie it up because it will never dry and it felt stringy without having conditioner in it. 

I ran into the cafeteria looking for Mike. It didn't take long but he was already seated and sitting with the rest of the football team. My hopefulness soon disappeared and I was just staring at him. During lunch Mike and Puck would sit with me, and occasionally Tina or Artie but today my normal table remained empty and everyone was sitting sectioned off expect I noticed that Matt, Puck, and Finn were sitting with Mike. They weren't smiling except for Puck. 

I was hit with a pang of sadness. I turned away and grabbed a Gatorade I wasn't suppose to have unless I had the money to pay for. I slipped my drink into my bag and caught a glimpse of Mike as I turned towards the door. I walked outside to sit outside and not inside looking like a low life in front of everyone in there. 

I mean, I didn't think Mike sat with them because he doesn't want to talk to me. Last thing we said to each other was taking about his motorcycle and he seemed completely fine with me helping him. I hope I didn't make things worse for the guys in Glee. 

I made my way outside, and oh. What a surprise. All the tables were taken up. I sighed to myself, clutching my bag strap tightly and my mind wondered and so did my feet. Next thing I knew, I was standing at the bottom of the staircase that no one was suppose to know about. I climbed the steps and made it to the roof. 

Memories flooded my mind about Mike. The first time he brought me up here. From the way the sun reflected in his chocolate brown eyes. The way he said 'I trust you. I don't know why but I do', gave me chills. And the stupid joke he played on me with the door being stuck that nearly gave me a heart attack. I let out a long loud sigh, sitting on the edge, looking over the rest of McKinley. I unscrewed the top of my blue drink, drinking half of it in one go. Then I set the half empty bottle done next to me, crossing my legs and leaning on them looking out over the kids in the food court.

All I wanted to do was disappear. Go somewhere with my dad, Andy, Mike, and Tina. But thats selfish. I can't take them away from their families. I just hate the drama and all the sorrow and all the losses we've taken. This all started because of me. Andy in the hospital, the guys on the football team have a hard time because I got their star linebacker suspended for a week. Crap. The team has the right to be mad at me. I took away Andy and and now Karofsky. No wonder. I was cut out of my thoughts as the bell rang telling the remaining students to go back to class. I sat up and finished off my drink and threw it away heading to Glee.