somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 23

Michael and I have been sitting in silence for the past 10 minutes. Neither of us knowing what to say to the other. I love Michael with all my heart, but he and I both know that things aren't the same that they used to be. The spark just isn't there anymore, and Michael isn't the same funny, sarcastic dork I fell in love with.

"Hey," I whisper, looking up at him. He doesn't respond, but instead looks out into the distance. I sigh, standing up and walking into the kitchen. I pace back and forth for a while, checking to see if Michael had paid any notice to my disappearance, and as I suspected, he hadn't. Since our fight at Uni, when he practically told me that he owned me, he zoned me out. For about 2 weeks he didn't make any contact with me. I would see him at Uni, text him occasionally to see if he was busy and wanted to do something, but most of the time I got no response from him. I don't know what has happened to him, but he has completely shut down. I thought maybe it was the fact that his parents were getting a divorce, but it really didn't seem to phase him. Something has switched off inside of him, and I am desperate to switch it back on.

"Are you alright?" I ask, walking back into the lounge room and crouching in front of Michael. He shifts uncomfortably on the couch, looking up to meet my gaze.

"Yes," He answers quietly, pulling out his phone and beggining to text someone. I stand back up, running my hands through my hair, tugging at it in frustration.

"Michael..." I say, trying to make him look at me. "Michael," I say a little louder, with more force in my voice.

"What?" He snaps, looking up at me. I feel a pain in my chest as he rolls his eyes, continuing to text. Curiousity takes over me, as I snatch his phone from his hands. My heart sinks when I read the name of the mystery person he has constantly been texting; 'Amy.'

I almost drop his phone as soon as I read the name, but quickly regain my grip on the device.

"Who's Amy?" I ask, my eyes beggining to well up with tears. Michael stays silent, not saying a word to me. "Who's Amy?" I ask again.

"She's just a chick I met at Uni, no big deal," He shrugs. "Give me my phone back," He says, holding his hand out for his phone. I slowly give him back the cracked iPhone, watching as he immediatley texts her, Amy. I ball my hands into fists at my sides, walking up to Michael and grabbing his face, smashing his lips into mine.

It takes him by surprise, but he kisses back almost immediatley. I run my hands through his hair, savouring the way his lips feel on mine. He can feel the urgencey the my kiss, cupping the sides of my face. I pull away, standing up straight and looking into his eyes. He ruffles his hair, sliding his phone into his pocket.

"Is that what it takes to get your attention? A quick make-out session?" I ask, anger over taking my body.

"What are you talking about?" He asks, rolling his eyes.

"What I'm talking about is the fact that you have been completely ignoring me for the past two weeks. What I'm talking baout is the fact that you have been texting this girl more than you have been talking to me, your girlfriend," I yell, throwing my hands up in the air in frustration.

"We're just friends. Of course you're jealous, you have guy friends and you don't see me throwing a hissy fit when you talk to them," He spits back, standing up so that he was now towering over me.

"I don't text them more than I talk to you! You've become a complete stranger to me, Michael. I don't even know who you are anymore. You're not the boy I fell in love with," I yell, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill.

"What? You don't love me anymore?" He asks, his voice cracking as he says the last words.

"I love flirty, dopey, funny Michael. The boy who promised to make me feel beautiful, the boy that would randomly give me little kisses and hug me. The boy who would take me places, and show me off. The boy who bought me a fucking puggle, the dog I raved on to him about for months. Not this arrogent, rude, asshole that I'm with right now! You have completely ignored me for two weeks because you've been 'too busy' to see your own girlfriend. You have completely disregarded my feelings and shut me down. If anyone doesn't love anyone, it's you who doesn't love me!" I scream, wiping the tears away from my cheeks. "I love the boy who would have wiped away my tears by now and assured me that he loved me, kissing my pain away," I whisper, not even able to look at Michael.

"Baby..." He whispers, making his way towards me.

"No, Michael. Don't call me that," I say shakily, walking backwards as he walks forwards.

"I'm sorry," He says, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry George. I love you," He says, continuing to slowly walk towards me.

"Don't just throw the words 'I love you' around, Michael. Because we both know you don't love me the way I love you. I would do anything for you and you don't even make an effort in our relationship. You can't fix this one, Michael. I'm done," I say, putting my hands up, surrendering to him. "I can't do this anymore," I say again, finally looking up at his face. He didn't even look sad, like he had been waiting for this to happen.

"Georgia, don't do this," He pleads, sighing. "I love you and you know that," He says again, running his hands through his hair and wiping his eyes. I didn't even realise he was crying until I saw that small action, and immediatley soften.

"I'm sorry," I say, even though I don't have anything to be sorry for. I always find myself appologising to Michael, because I don't know what else to say.

"Georgia, you know how much I love you. Don't end this because of something so stupid," He says again, walking forwards and grabbing my waist.

"No, Mike. We're not the same people we were when we met. I love you, more than you will ever know. But we just aren't working anymore. We both know that, I was just the one who had the guts to say it," I say, letting the tears slowly roll down my face.

"No, no, no, George. I'm sorry for being such a dick, okay? Can we just forget about it?" He begs, taking both my hands in his.

"It's not that simple, Michael. I've given you so many second chances, I can't do it to myself again," I say, stepping away from him. "Maybe it's for the best?" I choke out, before running out of his stupid appartment and slamming the stupid door. I couldn't bare to hear him try and beg for me again. I literally wouldn't be able to take it.

"Georgia! Fuck, Georgia!" Michael yells, sounding more desperate then I have ever heard him. I make a break for it, sprinting towards my car and jumping in, slamming the door and locking it. As soon as it locks, Michael appears, stopping as soon as he sees me. He had tears streaming down his pale cheeks, and his usual pink lips were almost white, dry and cracked. I wind down my window just enough to hear him, but not enough for him to reach his hand into the car.

"I'm so sorry Georgia, please don't go!" He screams, banging on the car window.

"Michael you're going to break it," I sob, putting my key in the ignition.

"Georgia don't you dare leave me! I'm so in love with you, don't leave me!" He screams, tears falling onto his sweatshirt.

"Michael, don't make it harder than it is. I love you, I'm sorry. I have to go," I cry, starting up my car and reversing backwards. He runs after it, slamming his hands on the hood of the car.

"Michael, I can't afford to get my car fixed, stop!" I yell, mainly because I was frustrated about the situation I was in.

"No, Georgia! Don't fucking leave me! I need you!" He screams, letting out another scream in frustration.

"You didn't seem like you needed me the past two weeks," I sob, trying to wipe my eyes so that I could see clearly and drive away. I can't take any more of this, my heart can't take anymore heartbreak.

I wind down my window all the way, and Michael takes the opportunity to run towards my car.

"Please Georgia, you don't understand how sorry I am. I'm sorry for being such a screw up, please forgive me," He cries, reaching his hands into the car and grabbing my hand from the steering wheel, gently kissing it.

"I promise I will never take you for granted ever again," He whispers, wiping away one of my fresh tears with his thumb. I gently press my lips to his, remembering the way his soft lips move against mine like it's an instinct, the way his hands cup both sides of my face when he kisses me, and the way every time he kisses me, I get butterflies.

"I love you," I whisper, before beggining to wind up my window.

"Georgia, stop," He begs, trying to stop the window from winding up.

"Please, stop Georgia. I love you so goddamn much," He cries, pressing his forehead up against my window.

"Goodbye, Michael," I whisper, before tearing my eyes from his, driving away.

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ooooooo ngl I got emotional writing lol *wipes metophorical tear*