Michael's POV
"That's not fair!" I yell across the room to my mom, who is holding her ground.
"Yes it is. I'm not letting you drop out of school to move to LA to peruse music with four guys who aren't dropping out of the same school you go to," she puts her hands on her hips. I groan.
"Drew and Chance only have one semester left. Of course they'd finish," I protest.
"Michael, this conversation is over. I'm not letting you drop out," she walks past me to unpack some of her stuff.
"School is hell mom. I can't stand it there," I plead. She looks back at me sadly.
"Michael, I'm sorry, but you only have a year and a half left. You'll regret it if you don't finish."
"I'll do online school. I just want to get out of that damn town!" I pull my hair in anger.
"So it's not just school?"
"Of course it isn't! Do you ever wonder why I try to find every way to get out and stay out of that town? Of course you don't," I grab the backpack I brought in here with me.
"What is that supposed to mean?" my mom asks as I head towards the door.
"It means that you don't care. Every time I've been in LA, you and dad have both never texted me. Even when I was at home, sometimes it was like I wasn't even there. You two were never around! You were always too busy with Kaitlyn or Erica or Patrick or Brendan. It was probably a relief to have me gone, and now you want to trap me there? No thanks. I'm staying with Kayla tonight," I reach the door. I open it up, but it quickly shuts.
"No you aren't," my dad states. I throw my backpack at the ground.
"Just let me leave! It's all I want to do!" Kaitlyn and Erica walk in from the connected room.
"What's going on?" Erica yawns.
"Go back into the other room," my mom instructs them. They don't move.
"We deserve to know why Conor is throwing a temper tantrum," Kaitlyn starts to walk into the room.
"You are especially moody today. Did something happen?" My mom doesn't even kick them out, just directing the statement towards me as if they're not there anymore.
"Oh no, just Miles, the guy I'm trying to escape from, leaked our original song performance, so now we need to do a completely new one where I have not only one, but two singing solos. Plus, when I called to talk to you about it, you told me to call you back because you were busy. I'm completely fine," I pick up my backpack from off the ground.
"I'm sorry Michael. We were helping your siblings unpack and get into the swing all day," my mom comes over to me, but I shake my head.
"That's exactly what I'm saying. Every time I've tried to be with you guys, you've been busy with them. If you're not even going to talk to me, then it would've been better if you didn't even come," I move my dad out of the way, opening the door and slamming it behind me.
Michael: got in a fight with my parents. I'm coming over💞
I slide my phone into my sweatshirt pocket after finding an Uber to come pick me up. When I reach the lobby, it's vacant because everyone thinks we're staying at a different hotel. I walk out to in front of the hotel, and there the Uber is.
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I have the driver drop me off two blocks from the house. I can walk the rest of the way.
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United | In Real Life
Fanfiction"We're going to win this competition, for them" | sequel to Divided
