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three months later

She had five pills laid out on the counter in front of her, she only needed to take three, but she wanted five. Five seemed like a good number.

Her fingers traveled through her honey blonde hair and sighed, picking up her phone and dialing Mikey.

.....

"Marina?"

"Yeah."

"What's up?"

"I have a problem."

There seemed to be a little bit of shuffling around on her end before she replied.

"I'm listening." On the other end, Michael had left the building in which he works and walked outside, wanting Marina to have his undivided attention.

"It's these pills." Marina groans and counts the five baby blue pills in all sorts of orders.

"Did you forget what I told you? No more, no less."

"I know, I know. I just... I wanna take five."

"How much does the prescription say you have to take?"

"Three, but two more won't hurt!" Marina begins to whine, feeling helpless.

"I...I... You remember Ashton, right?"

"What about him?" By now, Marina had spoken with Ashton only a few times, and she thought he was really sweet.

"Can I let him talk to you about this? He has more experience in this area."

"What do you mean?"

"His younger sister overdosed on her pills a year ago. She took the same ones you take."

"Oh. Well, um sure? It wouldn't hurt."

So Michael walks back inside and explains the situation to Ashton. He quickly agrees to speak with him and nearly snatches the phone from Michael's hand.

"H-hi Marina." Ashton's a little nervous. The last time he tried to help someone in this type of problem, it didn't end well and he blames himself for the outcome.

"Hi Ashton."

"Just take three. You don't have to take five." Ashton quickly gets to the point.

"But-"

"Those pills you have? They're for the strongest cases of depression. If you take so much as one more than instructed, the consequences are bad." He was frustrated. Frustrated because he wouldn't listen. Ashton knows what he's talking about, and Marina does not.

"And how would you know?" Marina already knows how he knows, but she's too stubborn to just give up.

"I just do, okay?!" He shouts into the phone, tears running down his face. "Fuck." He mutters as he wipes his tears and runs a few fingers through his hair. "I just... I just know."

A saddened look settles on Marina's face as she realizes what she's done to Ashton. "I'm sorry." she whispers. She hangs up the phone and continues to stare at the pills.

And she drops two back in the bottle.

Marina knocks on the door to Michael's apartment and Michael opens the door a crack to see Marina. He curses under his breath, "Give me a second." He closes the door and Marina hears footsteps, heavy breathing, and Mikey whisper yelling at someone.

He reopens the door, sweaty and out of breath. "So not to be rude or anything, but why are you here?"

Marina picks at her fingernails and looks up at him. "I need to talk to you about something, but if now isn't a good time..."

Michael shakes his head roughly. "No, no, no! You're fine, sit down." So they both sit on the couch and Marina brings her knees to her chest.

"I did something bad, Mikey."

"Like?"

"I made Ashton cry." Her voice is a whisper, due to her shame.

Michael rubs her lower back and sighs. "It's okay. Tell me what happened."

And she does.

And she cries,

and cries,

and cries.

And Michael holds her, tracing shapes into her scalp.

"It'll be alright."

"How do I fix this?"

"You can start by apologizing." He earns a quiet laugh from her and smiles.

"Could you maybe give me his address?" Her voice trails off as she nears the end of the sentence, but Mikey just grins and gives it to her.

"She's gone now, babe. Come on out." Michael opens the door to his room and presses his lips to those of his lover.

a/n

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