Funky Punk {mgc au}

{23} Maybe all this is fake

Michael

Dakota and I are back at her house after chilling with Luke for a few hours. I'm cuddling her as she scrolls through Instagram. "Baby are you still tired from this morning?" She combs her fingers through my hair and I nod

She bites her lip "This is so unlike you, and I know you fell asleep extremely late, but you're usually fine by now, are you okay Mikey?" I shrug, cuddling closer to her. I've felt kinda weird all day to be completely honest, but I don't need her to worry. I just feel a little nauseous and I have a headache, but I'm fine, I just avoided food basically all day and thank god we were just laying around doing nothing with Luke earlier.

"Are you sure?" She bites her lip and I groan "Kota, I'm fine." She knows I'm lying, I can tell she knows, fucking hell. "Michael. Don't lie to me." Fuck fuck fuck.

"Baby, I'm just tired" I groan and she sighs "It's not just that, just talk to me." I glance at her, she's pouting. "I've just felt a little nauseous and have a bit of a headache, that's it, I'm fine, don't worry about me baby."

"Did you get sick at all today?" She furrows her eyebrows and I sigh "No. I've avoided eating anything, I'm fine. Babe, I probably just need to sleep this off." I shrug and she sighs, "Michael, you cannot keep this from me, especially since you're staying at my house and have no parent at home to take care of you."

I groan "But-" she puts a finger on my lips "No, this is ridiculous, I need you to tell me when you're not feeling good, how long have you felt like this?" I look away from her, instantly feeling guilty. "I dunno..."

"Bullshit" she crosses her arms as she sits up. I bite my lip "all day" I mumble and watch as her looks at me, obviously disappointed. "Baby, you kept this from me all day? If I had known we could've just stayed here, you might've felt better by now, and ugh. Michael why?" I groan and hide my face in her lap "I don't want you to worry" I grumble to her.

"Look at me." She mumbles softly and I look at her, she lays her hand across my forehead and bites her lip. "I will be right back" she gets up from her bed and I assume goes to retrieve a thermometer or some shit like that. I shift my body and frown, maybe Dakota is right? I probably should tell her stuff like this. Ughhh.

...

"Mikey, you have a fever. We are staying here so you can rest." Dakota tell me and I groan "But Luke and I were supposed to practice tonight remember? You were all excited about it originally." She nods at me "yes, but that was before you were sick. I'll just text him and tell him we can't make it or you can." She says and I let my head fall back down on the pillow with a huff.

"You can, I'm gonna try to sleep" I mumble sadly and she nods "I'm sorry baby." Dakota leans down and leaves a kiss on my forehead.

I watch as she pulls her phone out and texts Luke. I close my eyes and try falling asleep, which after about 30 minutes of trying I find impossible. When I open my eyes I see Dakota silently left me in her room by myself and I sigh. Not only do I feel kinda miserable and sick, but I dunno I just feel down I guess because of all this, I just don't feel happy, I've felt off since that nightmare. I hate this feeling because even though it was just a nightmare, I know that shit my parents said to me was true. I am a mistake, I am a disappointment, I am a disgrace to the family. Dakota probably thinks that stuff sometimes too, I know Luke had to think shit like that, sometimes I wonder why he's still around, I'm a fucking asshole. I don't deserve my best friends and I especially don't deserve my girlfriend. Maybe all this is fake and I'm just having a good dream for once? A dream that's lasted 2 weeks long.

My beautiful baby can't love me as much as she claims, it's impossible to love the mistake because it's supposed to be hated and thrown out. I don't even notice the tears streaming from my face until Dakota walls in "Mikey? Baby why are you crying? What's wrong?" She rushes into the room and sits on the bed with me and I'm pulled into her hug while I cry in her shoulder. This is pitiful, I can't believe how many times I cry in her arms, it's supposed to be the other way around. The boyfriend is supposed to comfort the crying girlfriend, not this reversed shit.

I feel the knot in my throat as I cry to Dakota, she rubs my back. "Do you even love me? Is that even real?" I cry out, she pulls me out of her embrace and looks at me. "Of course I love you Michael, why would you ask me that? Of course this love is real"

"But it's not! Dakota nobody can love me, nobody, so I don't know why you say you do. It's impossible." I choke out and see her eyes instantly water at my words.

"It's not impossible, I hate that you put yourself down so much...you're one of the most important people in my life along with my mom. Michael my love for you is anything and everything but a lie! It's real, we are real. This relationship is real. I'm yours baby...stop hurting yourself so much" she's crying hard, tears still roll down my cheeks while I pull her back into a hug.

"I'm so sorry....I'm so sorry" I mumble repeatedly in her ear "Y-you just put yourself down so much it hurts me too" she cries to me.

I smash my lips against hers and instantly we're a mess of each other's tears and gentle touches.