The Truth.

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"How do you fail English? You speak it dude." I said pissed. After we kissed he had to leave, he hasn't spoken a word about it and he still treats me like I'm nothing. I've given up on the hope of someone actually liking me.

"How do you pass music? You can't sing, dude." He ground out. I just stared at him, trying to understand why he finds out my passions and then kills any confidence I had in it.

"Right, lets just study." I said softly. Grabbing the English literature we were studying, Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe. After reading it and answering 3 questions out of 20 he started complaining.

"Can we take a break? I'm tired and my brain hurts really bad" Michael whined, he looked like a child, he is a child.

"Yeah. Sure, I'm gonna study. You can chill or leave if you like." I muttered, grabbing my calculus book. He groaned, getting up he walked out my door without telling me where he was going.

The soft melody of Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran played, snatching my phone I looked at the caller ID. Kyle showed up in bold letters and I squealed, Kyle lives in England now but he used to live across the street from me, when we were kids, and was my best friend,When he moved he became distant, so I moved on and found Camden. I answered and put it on speaker so I could still work on my homework.

"Hey gorgeous." He said, his voice deep and accent strong.

"Hey handsome." I giggled. "What made you call?" I questioned a little suspicious. I heard him sigh.

"Well, I'm coming back down for a week and have no where to stay.. So I-"

"So you called me to ask if you could stay at my place." I said cutting him off. His deep chuckle flooded my ears.

"Yes, exactly that."

"Yeah babes, you're always welcomed here." I stated. I could hear him hum happily. Suddenly my door opened and Michael was in the doorway.

"Look I know you're anorexic and all but don't you think you could keep your fridge stocked?" He said smirking.

"Indigo Marie Jameson! You promised you would stop starving yourself! Do I have to come over there now and make you feel beautiful again?!?" I heard Kyle screech. Michael's face dropped.

"Y-you really are anorexic?" Michael looked really upset.

"Kyle you know I wouldn't break a promise. Especially when it comes to you. And I did, I stopped after Kyle caught on and made me stop." I said calmly.

"Good" Kyle huffed. "Who's the Australian jackass who said that to you?!" Kyle barked menacingly.

"The name is Michael. I'm sure you've heard her screaming my name." Michael said smirking.

"In your dreams Clifford." I growled. "I'll call you later Kyle."

"Okay, babe. I love you." He said, I could practically hear the smile on his face.

"I love you too." With that I hung up and turned to Michael. "You should go."

"We haven't finished studying." He stated. I nodded my head slowly.

"I know but I need to do my homework. And frantically I'm over being mentally abused." I said. Which was the truth, he always hurt me.

"Look, I'm sorry okay?" He said shrugging. I didn't look at him, maybe if I ignore him he will leave. I tied my hair up in a top knot and grabbed my Led Zeppelin band tee and my star wars shorts. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it in my dirty clothes bin, slipping on my LZ tee. Sliding out of my black skinnies I slipped on my shorts, grabbing my laptop before plopping on my bed.

"Well that was an amazing show." Michael groaned. I just opened Tumblr and started rebloging random cat and band related things. I felt the bed dip next to me but I continued my silent treatment. Michael's warm arms wrapped around my waist and he nuzzled my neck. "Please forgive me princess. I'm sorry." He mumbled into my neck. His breath lightly dancing across my skin.

"Please leave me alone Michael. I'm tired, you win okay. You hurt me, what's your prize? A shattered heart? Or maybe a bucket of tears?" I said softly. "You can't keep hurting everyone in your life. Soon you will have broken everyone who cares for you and you will be alone. Completely and utterly alone." Tears were pricking my eyes and my bottom lip was quivering.

"What do you mean by 'you win, what's your prize?'. I get that I've been a little mean but that doesn't me I don't like you. Or that I'm done with you." He said resting his chin on my shoulder.

"I know Michael. It means I'm done." I whispered.

"Done with what?" He sounded generally confused, like he hasn't stepped on my heart more than once.

"I'm done being hurt. I'm done feeling worthless and not good enough. And most importantly I'm done with you." Every word had Michael tensed, he pulled me closer not letting me go.

"Ya know, when we kissed I got scared. I know I'll never be good enough for you, there will always be someone better than me for you. You deserve more than me. You deserve the moon, the sun, and all the stars, it hurts that I'm incapable of giving you that." He said sadly. I just sat there, confused as to why he thought that. His arms giving me comfort and warmth.

"So you called me horrible things and told me I was horrible at everything all because you think I'm better than you?" I asked completely confused. He chuckled shaking his head.

"I know you're better than me." He corrected. "I wanted you to hate me. It's easier to have you hate me and reject this fake jerky me than it would be for you to reject the real me." He sighed. "Saying that aloud makes me feel stupid.." He muttered. I couldn't help but giggle, but sobered up quickly realizing I have seen the real him, only glimpses but that was enough to make me believe every word he was saying.

"Remember the day I fought Jessica?" I asked, he looked confused but nodded. "You kissed my head and called me angel, you thought I was asleep but I was really half awake." I whispered. "That guy is the real you, isn't he? The boy that carried me and kissed me, he is the guy you really are?" I said slowly. He nodded confirming my suspicions.

"Ya know I fell for that dorky you.." My voice was faltering a little but still held strong, even though my insides were bursting with enough emotion to have them labeled mentally unstable. "The boy who watched movies with me and called me annoyingly adorable nicknames." He chuckled lightly, his chest vibrating against my back. "The boy who hurt me was your fake persona the boy I like is the real you." He slowly released me, like he was afraid the moment his arms left me I'd run.

"How bad?" He asked slowly. I guess he saw the confusion written all over my face because he completed his sentence. "How bad did I hurt you?" The way he said the broke my already shattered heart. His jaw was clenched and he was looking up like he was about to cry.

"Do you want the truth or a lie?" I asked. I really didn't want to tell him I had spent nights with a tear streaked face and crimson covered blade. The pain he caused was more than the blade did.

"The truth."

~ Hey guys, I've decided that I'm gonna cut this story short.. So we only have a few more chapters left.. After this I might right one shots for multiple band members and actors, but I think I'm gonna stop trying to write stories. Maybe I'll start up again later if I feel like the story will be brilliant.. I don't know. xX Lex.

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