Euphoria // Grunge One-Shots

What's wrong with you? - Mike McCready*

"You should really come over, (Y/N). I'll leave you two alone, but you've gotta come. He's not himself and I have no idea what I can possibly do to help him..." Jeff tells me through the phone.

I sigh, Mike hasn't been himself at all, lately. "Alright, I'll be there in 10." I tell him before hanging up. Fortunately, I already have some clothes at his place, so there's no need for me to pack stuff in case I stay over.

There's honestly nothing that makes sense as to why Mike is so irritable lately. I, together with the other guys, have been trying to think of what could possibly make him so down. Nothing has come to mind yet.

I knock on the door as soon as I reach it, Jeff opens almost immediately and sends me a pained smile before giving me a quick hug. "He's in his room, drowning in whatever's on his mind."

Jeff turns to Mike's room before screaming, "I'm out, Mike. Call if you need anything." And with that, Jeff leaves the apartment.

I put my stuff down on the couch and walk over to Mike's room. I knock on his door before slightly opening it. "Hey there," I tell him and send him a smile when I turns his head to meet my eyes.

"What are you doing here?" he sounds surprised, not even a glint of happiness in his eyes, which kind of hurts. It seems like he doesn't want me here, but then again, I promised Jeff I'd try to figure out what's wrong with him. Besides that, as his girlfriend, I'd like to know what's wrong so we can get it over with.

Slowly, I walk over to where he's sitting and sit down across from his on his bed. "Just figured I'd come by. I haven't seen you around much lately. I miss you."

Mike just rolls his eyes and scoffs, sending another pang to my heart. "It's not as if I didn't hear Jeff telling you on the phone to come over, (Y/N). So cut the crap."

The fact that he actually thinks I'm just here because Jeff asked me hurts, but what hurts even more is the way he's talking to me.

I've never been good with situations like these; people acting harsh towards me. I already feel the tears prickling behind my eyes. "Jeff did call me yeah, but I'm not just here because of him. I do miss you Mike. You don't show up at meetings and don't come with the group if we go out, what's up? Please just tell me, alright?" I plead, hoping the pain in my voice does something to him.

But it doesn't.

"I don't care why you're here. I don't want you here right now, so just leave. I don't even see why you're so worried about me." He spats and that's when the tears finally make there entry.

I stand up, "That's just it, Mike! We're worried about you, all of us! You've been acting so strange lately and the fact that you're acting like a dick towards me right now is a very grand example of that. You always used to be so sweet and gentle to me and you never said a bad word to me. Look at yourself. Listen to yourself! If this behaviour of yours has anything to do with the fact that you're acting like a dick to me, please tell me so at least your friends and band doesn't have to suffer from it."

As soon as I finish my rant, I turn and leave his room without hesitation. Gathering my stuff, not in the mood to stay in his apartment any longer, afraid of heartbreak, I move to the door to leave the place. I'm stopped when a hand grabs my wrist. "Don't leave." Mike says, it's almost a whisper.

I turn around, my face tearstained, and finally see a real emotion on Mike's face: guilt. "I didn't mean that.."

"Explain what is wrong then, Mike! 'cause I'm done with this." I say as I gesture between the two of us. "It's been like this for almost a months now and it's only getting worse."