Dyed Hair Rock Show [Michael Clifford]

Flash // Part 25

Amy ~ Green Day &/or Beautiful ~ P.O.D

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I woke up suddenly and looked at the clock. It was 1 AM. I heard a noise in my house, there was a quiet shuffling. I got up and went into the dark hallway, no light from any room.

As I walked a little ways in the hall, I bumped into someone. "Oh."

"Rachel," Luke.

"Can we talk?" I whispered really quietly. He nodded and followed me to my room, and shut the door silently, sitting across from me. I could see his face in the moonlight, his eyes were illuminated.

I waited a minute or two to talk, to make sure there was no one else awake. "I don't know what to do, Luke." He put his arms around me as I layed on his side. He was sitting up with crossed legs, and I was leaning on him.

He just sat there and held me, I didn't say anything else. We just sat there in an embrace. I curled up after thirty minutes on my own, and he left and went back to wherever he ended up sleeping.

***

I opened my eyes to the sun shining into my room. It's 10 til 9am.

I slipped on shorts and left on my tshirt, then listened to see if they were awake. And, it sounds like they've been up. I walked down the hall quietly to the bathroom, where I took off my smeared, shitty looking makeup, brushed my hair, and mouthwashed.

Turning off the light, and opening the door, I went to my room, grabbing my phone. They were all in my living room. Someone was making pancakes, I'm guessing either Luke or Ashton.

I walked in and Ashton smirked, "Don't you look fantastic."

"Good morning to you too," I yawned.

Michael didn't say anything, I wondered if he was still mad from last night. But then he smiled at me, "We are having pancakes."

"As I can tell by the smell," I let out a small chuckle.

We sat down and ate, not really saying alot. Maybe small chats about one or two things and looks at each other, but nothing else.

"Those were good. Luke, you made them?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I mixed the batter, Ashton and Michael buttered and cooked them."

"I didn't think they'd come out very well," Michael grinned.

"Based on you made them." Ashton said, not very teasingly at all.

Luke stared at him for a second with a look, and Ashton looked back at him.

"Okay," I said, getting up and putting my plate on the counter over the dishwasher, breaking the silence. They got up and did the same.

Luke and Ashton sat on the couch watching my TV or whatever, and Michael was putting away the syrup.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I said, hand on neck.

"Yeah." Michael gave a weak smile and followed me into the guest bed. I shut the door so they couldn't hear us.

Michael put both his hands gently on both sides of my face and looked from the floor to my face. "Whatever I did, I can fix it. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I just like you so much, and-"

"It's not that simple."

"What do you mean?" He looked in my eyes.

I took his hands off my face slowly. "I haven't had an anxiety attack since the summer before ninth grade. That's something I thought I would never have to face ever again. Do you know how scary it was for me to experience it again? I didn't think you would fight. I can't do it."

"I'm sorry. I care about you, you know that," he locked eyes with mine again.

"No, I know it's just- I, I don't want to."

He looked at me confused, and put his hand on the left of my face, holding it gently like he always does.

I put my hand on his wrist. "I'm- W- We're breaking up. I'm breaking up with you." I managed, a little shaky but steady.

"Rachel, I love you," he said, looking at me, searching.

"I know, Mikey." I said, sliding my hand down by his elbow.

"But-. No, - please," he beckoned.

I didn't want to cry. I don't want anything. I looked into his eyes for a split second, then kissed him. It lasted for what seemed like a lifetime...a dragging, long, lifetime.

We let go of our lips. "Rachel," he questioned, but also kind of whimpered and pleaded. It was a mixture of all of that and other undetermined things.

"It's done." I said, and let go of his face slowly, then turned my eyes to his chest and then the floor. But I gave in to my temptation and looked at him.

He kissed me again, one of those sad, I-don't-want-you-to-gos. I stood there and looked at him, our faces still close.

"Bye, Michael." I said softly, since I was emotional inside and some of it was starting to show, water filled to the edge of my eyelids.

He gave me one quick last look, and slowly left the room, the door opening and closing. I stood there, my chin in my hand, my other arm across my stomach.

Now what?

I heard the sound of his car leaving and walked out to the living room. Ashton must have left or is doing something, because Luke's the only one here.

I went over to the couch calmly and sat down right next to Luke.

"Did you do..?" he didn't finish asking.

I nodded, and he put his arms out to me. I curled up next to him, tears falling. "What do I do now?" Sniff, cry. "I hate life, it's dumb." I muttered.

Luke rubbed my shoulder, and just hugged me. "Life is very dumb." he looked down at me. I smirked quick, then layed my head on his shoulder, rubbing my arm.

"You smell, take a shower." I said after probably 10 minutes of sitting in his comforting me. Sniffle.

"Well, thanks. I guess I'll go do that, then?" He smiled silly.

I smiled. He got up and went to shower, while I layed on my back.

"I think I love you."

"You think you what?"

"I said I think-"

"No, I know what you said. I think I love you too."

A couple tears fell, and I turned to my side.

"Have you ever been skinny dipping?" I asked.

"No."

"Let's go, tonight."  I smirked, as we took off our clothes.

I turned on my side. I don't want to keep going through my memories. I want to sleep and wake up, forgetting everything.

I got up and I put a note by Luke's phone: Sleeping. Making hot cocoa when I wake up.

I didn't know if he would leave or stay, I figured he would stay, he was emotional support right now, as of Hazel not knowing.

As I layed in my bed, my phone lit up. I looked at it. Hazel; What's going on? Calum told me not to mention you to Michael.

I slid it off, then turned my phone screen down and closed my eyes. It' a long story I don't want to tell. Goodnight, reality.