Colors// Mike Chang Glee

Filler

I drove home with a feeling like everything is my fault and I can't even feel bad for myself because I caused this. Mike went home then I drove myself home. I found my dad fast asleep on the couch and I couldn't help but smile. He's been so stressed about Andy and getting the money for ALL his injuries. He broke his arm, fractured his foot, and all together 23 stitches. Dad won't let me know the total price of it all but I know its a lot.

I missed my brother, I knew he would make sure I was okay, he would have fun all the time, he would know how to make dad feel better, he isn't me and I wish it was me in the hospital and not Andy. I made myself something to eat and ran up into my room.

I knew my bag down on the floor next to my bed and collapsed on my mattress. I felt like I was gonna cry, but I didn't. My body refused to cry and all I could do was just lay in bed, staring at my ceiling completely dazed. I missed the comforting feeling of having my brother in the room next to mine. I let out a loud breath and closed my eyes.

I woke up when my alarm went off and I hit 'stop' and got out of bed. I brushed through my hair and thew it up in a ponytail. I washed my face and got out of the the bathroom quickly. I pulled on a black band tee and a black hoodie that Im pretty sure belonged to Andy since he wore a medium in hoodies and I wore a small and the sleeves hid my hands from sight, but I didn't mind it, I preferred it that way.

I walked downstairs and my dad was no longer asleep on the couch but up and leant up against the counter, sipping away on his coffee in the kitchen. I grabbed a mug and poured myself some of his bitter dark drink out of the pot and into my mug. He stood up and made his way to the fridge and handed me some creamer.

"Thank you" I smiled sleepily up at him.

"How long have you been up?" I asked him before I took a sip and realized I was starting to actually like coffee now. Ive gotten used to it, and now Im enjoying it.

"A couple of hours" he replied simply as he held his mug in his hands as if he was enjoying the heat and warmth the mug was giving off and into his hands.

"You know your mother began drinking coffee at around your age" he smiled as he reminisced on the memory. I couldn't help but smile back at him.

I drank about half of my mug before I decided to pour the rest into a travel mug. I filled it to the top with the remaining coffee that was left in the pot and hoped my dad didn't mind. He gave me a funny look. It was a mixture of amusement, reminiscents, and admiration.

Then I took my dad and dragged him into the car and picked Mike up from his house. He was standing in front of his house with his phone at hand and his book bag slung on his shoulder. He hopped into the backseat allowing me to get a big whiff of his cologne.

"Hello Michael" my dad said from the front as Mike closed the door and with that, I was off to drop Mike off.

"Michael is my father, please call me Mike" he said with respect."Good morning Mike" my dad chuckled to himself and smiled up into the rearview mirror to look Mike in the eye.

"Good morning Mr. Voss. How was your morning so far?" Mike asked, keeping conversation which is something Ive had a problem with since I was a kid.

"Good thank you" Dad said in response. I turned up the radio when their conversation died and Mike and I began to sing along. We sang to the best of our abilities but we were still goofing off, and my dad was just giggling with a huge smile on his face as he watched Mike and I dance and sing around in the car.

I dropped Mike off a block away from the school before he uttered his goodbye."Have a good day Mike. Ill see you this afternoon" I told Mike.

"Thanks Autumn. Have a good day" Mike said before closing the door and walking to school.