"I kissed the scars on her skin, I still think you're beautiful and I don't ever wanna lose my best friend." Michael sung along quietly as the album played through out the small apartment. He hadn't done the dishes in at least 2 weeks and they were starting to turn into a ridiculously large heap of smelly mold. As he scrubbed the seventh bowl of dried and crusty Mac & Cheese, he sighed. He absolutely hated living alone. Doing everything alone with no one to talk to or help him out. Do you think he likes doing dishes on his own? Paying the rent on his own, well with a little help from his parent.
"TEAR IT DOWN BREAK THE BARRICADES!" She screamed and he jumped, not knowing how she got in there or when.
"Fuck you have to stop doing that." He mumbled, rinsing the bowl and setting it on the drying rack.
"Sorry, I just finished showering and brushing my teeth and shit and I was bored so here I am hi." Cat rushed, moving her hands as she explained herself. Michael loved that. Her hair was still wet, dripping onto her shirt and onto the floor.
"Ever heard of a blow dryer?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I prefer not to use them."
"Your grandma doesn't have one, does she?"
"Not even a frickin' curler." She laughed and he turned back to his dishes. There were at least 30 more. "You want some help there?" Her voice was soft and Michael was dying for her to ask, so he couldn't resist.
"Hell yes." He breathed out tiredly. They began the cycle. Michael washed, handed it to Cat, she rinsed and put it on the rack. It repeated like that for what seemed like hours, until Cat grabbed for the plate, but accidentally grabbed Michael's hand. He gasped, dropping the plate on the floor and Cat rushed to pick up the pieces.
"I'm sorry, oops.." Michael said awkwardly, bending down to help her pick up.
"Hey, it was your plate and nobody got hurt. It's all good." She giggled and he smiled sheepishly. They threw the pieces away, and finished up the dishes quickly. Cat occasionally touched Michael's hand just to mess with him.
He didn't mind.
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Broken Angel
FanfictionI'm sad I'm sad I'm sad, but when I'm happy, god I'm happy. He knew he was sad, and that he wouldn't be able to take care of anyone, he could barely take care of himself. So he avoided everyone..alone in his small apartment. Stuck with his thoughts...
