Anxiety☹m.c

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I was sitting on a bench litterally in the middle of nowhere, all i knew is that it was far from my house. But, the bad part is, it looked like it was going to rain. I didn't want to end the silence and thouht that was going on about Calum. I just couldn't get that cheeky smile and sweater paws, his lips and eyes out of my mind. He was all I can think of.

But then, Michael.

With his coloured hair, his red cherry lips and those eyes, you just can't explain them. They're so deep, and you can get lost in them.

Why does the guy thing have to be so complicated?

I am acting like a fool with myself, being in this sorda love with two guys, thats impossible. Well atleast I think it is. But the one thing that is tearing me apart is, they both love me. As much as I like them.

C A L U M

I was thinking about Ruth, like why did she leave me? All I can think about is that makeup running down her face-wait-did I hurt her feelings? I propably fucking did. I hope she knows that I didnt mean it.

"Michael! Did you take your pills?" I called to him, he was propaly asleep by now.

"No! One second!" He called back.

I heard the door slam shut and some muttering as Michael appeared from the hallway, his red and black flannel shirt covering his black t-shirt. I wonder why he is dressed this late.

Michael took out his hand for the pill and I passed it to him, he immediatly shoved it in his mouth, although I knew he knew pills didn't work. Not for mental proplems. He still sometimes cut, and didn't talk to me for days.

"Umm, Michael?"I asked, looking over to find him scavaging the cuboards for food.

"Ya?" He asked, casually closing the cuboards and looking over to me.

"Where are you going?"

"For a walk with these chips."

He turned around and walked out the door. That was all it took. I sighed, rubbing my face with my hands to wake me up. I wasn't going to go to sleep anyway. To many thoughts were in my mind like what if Ruth doesn't like me that way? I mean, I am falling for her.

And I am falling very fast.

Thats propaly why she doesn't like me.

Well I don't even know if she doesn't like me.

See my proplem here?

M I C H A E L

I was walking down the street, the little bag of chips was empty in my hand. Rain started falling from the sky, I heard a groan from a person to my side. I looked over. Ruth. She was sitting on a bench, her knees tucked into her chest. Carefully, she stood up, instantly limping.

"This dumb ankle." She cursed, sitting back down on the wooden bench. Ruth looked up, her wet hair sticking to her face, and locked eye contact with me.

It was like she froze, but I walked accross the street quickly to see her. I towered above her, making her look up at me. Her beautiful lips parted, she was going to say something. But I cut her off.

"Need help there, Woods?" I asked, licking my lips afterwards.

"Ya, actually I do." She chuckled as I held her small hand in mine, helping her up.