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six

I woke up to a horrible headache and a banging at my front door. I groaned and slid myself out of bed, sliding on my Nike sweatpants. I jogged down the stairs and opened the door to see Luke who barged his way in without saying anything. I raised my eyebrows and closed my door, mumbling a "rude." under my breath. He paced my kitchen, constantly running his hands through his hair. "What do you want?" I finally ask, annoyed that he woke me up for this.

He approached me quickly, standing extremely close. "What the fuck is up with you?! Fighting?! You could have gotten seriously fucking hurt or something. And someone told me you were drinking and smoking!" He hissed. He was seething... Why..? I raised my eyebrows, and then spoke, "Who the hell are you? My dad?! And oh youre keeping tabs on me now? finding people to stalk me? Thats low, even for you. You're out here telling people that you rejected me like I ever came onto you! You were my best fucking friend and you stormed out and stopped answering your texts! Why are you even here now?!" I spat, pushing him back. He didnt move. "Why were you with Michael last night?" He asked, ignoring all of my precious points. "He's my friend. He hung out with me since you wouldn't. He got me home last night and he got me out of that situation. He actually cares, Luke." I spat once again. He pulled at the tips of his hair, sighing heavily. "Cut the shit out. Stop cutting up and causing trouble. Im sorry for ignoring you. I just- I lied about the party. Ashton had a get together and I knew you would be upset if you heard about it. Im sorry." He said finally.

I used to host Ashton's get togethers. My heart felt heavy. I nodded, understanding now. He sighed and spoke again. "Theres just some things you don't understand Malea. I cant show them to you quite yet." He said. As soon as the words slid off his tongue I got goosebumps and I was unsure why. He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "I like the new color." He twirled one of my hairs around his finger and walked out without saying another word. I stood dumbstruck. "What just happened?"

My heart pounded in my chest and I texted Mikey. Something that would become a habit over the next few days. Last night was such an experience. I cant believe I never noticed how cool Michael was. My fingers typed on my iPhone keyboard, "You'll never guess who just came by..." Within seconds, Mikey's "..." appeared. "Omg who" he responded. I typed out a quick "come over" and then tossed my phone on my bed and walked to the medicine cabinet. Need....Aspirin...

About fifteen minutes later, my doorbell sounded through my home. "It's unlocked" I called out as I bit into my apple. I heard the door open then close as footsteps approached me. Mikey peaked his head around the corner and then walked in. He dropped his keys on my kitchen counter and walked towards me, stealing my half eaten apple in the process. He took an obnoxious bite out of my, his, apple and then spoke, "Whats up Buttercup?" He asked, tiny chunks of apple flying around. I giggled hysterically as I tried to take it all in. How did I not see before how much fun he is?

Once I finished laughing, I pulled up two chairs for us to sit at the island in my kitchen and began telling him everything. From the gruesome breakup details to Luke coming to me at 2 am to what I saw at the party to when Luke bursted into my door moments before. Mikey listened intently, asking a few questions here and there. "And so after that I texted you and now youre here." I finally finished. Mike raised an eyebrow and then bursted into laughter. I pouted, "Mikey it isnt a joke! My life has been hectic! Everyone is going to know and stare at me at school tomorrow! Ive already been the school joke since Ashton cheated on me." I facepalmed.

"Youre over reacting. Fuck your ex bestfriend. Fuck Ashton. And fuck Luke, acting like he's your fucking dad or whatever." Mikey said, shrugging. I shrugged as well. Maybe he's right. Suddenly Mike's phone began vibrating aggressively. My focus shifted to his phone as he flipped it over. He sighed and tossed his phone across my marble counter top. "What happened?" I asked gently.

"Come to our practice on Wednesday. We have a gig on Friday." He said, ignoring my previous question. "I would love to Mike, but-" He cut me off before I could finish, saying "Please M. Everyone in the fucking band are driving me insane. You're my only release nowadays. It would mean the world to me." He said, now seriously. "I'd love to." I told him smiling. He stood up and hugged me, nuzzling his face into my neck. I took a big breath and hugged him back. "I'm so excited for you to be my groupie." He said softly.

I giggled hysterically, pushing him away. "You wish."