It's Whateva

Hurdles Part2

I stood behind Michael as he unlocked and opened the door to his apartment and let me in first before walking in.

Being back in this apartment felt so foreign to me. Nothing much has changed except a few more things of Mya's were scattered all around. I walked in slowly while Michael walked in behind me. After shutting/locking the door and moving around a bit...he was moving like this wasn't awkward for him, but seeing as though he still wouldn't make eye contact with me, I knew he was just as nervous as I was.

I tore my eyes away from him and I walked over to the entertainment center. I saw a few pictures were added to what already up and looked closer. The picture he took of us when I first stayed the night he posted on Instagram, the picture I took of him and Mya during bath time...Mya was splashing water around while Michael was laughing and trying to get the soap of out her hair...the last one I picked up and looked at it...it was the side-by-side picture of us he posted when he apologized.

"I really like that one too...it holds a lot of history...happier moments..." I felt myself tense up because I didn't know he was right behind me until he spoke. I quickly put the picture back and shrugged.

"I didn't have to come here...I could have made it home-" Michael took his coat off and flung it across the couch before sitting down and placing his elbows on his knees and his fist to his mouth.

"Your health...everything Dr. Perkins was listing off...I'm making you sick aren't I?" It came out a bit muffled, but I heard him and I looked down at my hands...even though he was a big part of it, he wasn't the only reason why...not anymore.

"It's just a lot going on-"I looked up and tried to get out, but Michael shook his head and FINALLY looked at me...well looked my way.

"I know what I did, but what's going on at work that has you stressing?" I closed my eyes because that was the LAST thing I wanted to talk about...especially with him. I mean I knew it would have to come out eventually, but I was praying I had a few more days before he zapped out on my boss.

"Michael-" I breathed out, but Michael stood up and squint his eyes at me.

"What happened Bella?" He asked in a demanding voice. I raised a brow and tried my best to remain calm...the last thing his ass should be doing after going cold on me is talking to me like this...like I owe him and explanation.

"I rather not talk about it-" I said flatly; standing my ground...but that only seemed to make him more upset.

"Something or someone is fucking with you at work and you're not going to tell me!?" He asked while looking at me like I was crazy.I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Really dude!? That's how you are coming at me right now!? Well shit! Why don't you tell me Michael, when was I suppose to tell you huh? Seeing as though you can't even look at me!" I yelled and the anger he seemed to have stopped and he sighed. He opened his mouth, but I cut him off and kept going since I had so much pent up inside.

"You don't talk to me at all! When was I suppose to grow balls and call you out of the fucking blue and tell you huh?! I'm suppose to come to you and say what!? Hey Michael...I know we aren't on the best of terms, but I've been so stressed that it's hard for me to get out of bed let alone go to work or the fact that I just got fucking fired today because of it!?" I yelled at him and his brows went from pushed together to straight up.

"You got fired?" He asked in shock and I just smacked my lips and took my coat off.

"Yes...it was bullshit-" I walked over to the couch and threw my coat next to his and flopped down on it with a huff while Michael still stood in the same spot, now beside me and looked down at me.