My Famous Brother's Best Friend

Forgive

My feet wear barely hitting the floor, my speed increasing quickly. I had to get as far away from that stadium or else I might regret it. Regret what exactly? I don't know.

I heard yelling behind me, not of Michael but of security guards. I turned my head to see 3 running security men along with one red headed boy about a yard in front of them. I pushed myself, trying to run somewhere, anywhere!

I turned through an alley way hoping to have lost him. It was 10:53pm, the street pitch black except for the eerie twitching lamp posts. I bent over, trying to catch my breath. How am I going to avoid him for so long? Everyone I know is attached to him in some way. Even if they weren't, I don't think I-

"Why do you keep running from me?!" he shouted, a few feet from me. It was more of a loud sob, the type of crying you get when you lose a loved one.

"Michael, please." I said, backing up to the brick wall. He rested his hands beside my head, the lamp post shining on him perfectly. His hair was slightly damp from sweat, his cheeks soaked with salty drops. I wish I could kiss them away, but I can't. Can I?

"Madison, please. Please! Let me explain or anything just please give me something to work with because I'm losing my fucking mind without you." His hand fisted his hair.

I stayed quiet. He wiped under his eyes, sniffling so he could get a clear sentence out.

"I have a fucked up mind, Madison. A really fucked up head and I do wrong stuff without realizing. I'm not use to having someone I care so much about. A person I love, I love so fucking much that it hurts me to be away from them."

"I was hurting and I was scared that you didn't love me like I loved you and in the drunken moment, I gave up. I gave up before you did. I slept with a girl from the club. I was a fucking idiot for it. I can stand a lot of cruel shit in this world Madison, but you hating me..." he trailed off, his throat cracking into a sob, "I can't fucking live with myself if you hate me. God, I want you to love me, but if you can't, just please don't hate me. Please." he whispered the end, on his knees in front of me.

A tear slid down my cheek, pulling Michael to his feet. I rushed, pulling him into a kiss, one with more feeling I have ever put into any kiss in my entire life. He moulded to my body, his hand connecting to the small of my back to pull me closer. I pulled away quickly, resting my forehead on his shoulder.

"You forgive me?" he whispered, drawing shapes on my back.

"I shouldn't," I said, pulling back from him so I can look at his face.

"But yes, I forgive you."

I sighed as he picked me up and spun me around, laughing as I screeched. We turned to go walk back to the stadium to see 3 tired looking guards, glaring playfully at us.

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SHORT YET IMPORTANT SORRY GUYS IT WOULDVE BEEN LONGER BUT I HAVE HOMEWORK ILL UPDATE TOMORROW SCHOOL SUCKS ASS 💘

(not edited SRRY) xoxo -m