~ Emma's POV~
"So, you're touring with All Time Low?" Michael asked, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Yes," I replied softly, anxious as to where he was taking me. "The UK and then the US."
"That sounds awesome," he smiled, scratching his head of purple and black hair.
"When will it stop being awkward between us?" I asked softly, desperately wanting to be close to him again.
"After midnight," he sighed. "Everything will be alright after tonight."
I sat in silence and watched the trees as we drove. Michael and I weren't exactly back together, but we weren't really broken up. He made sure I cared for myself, but wouldn't let me do the same for him. The My Chemical Romance t-shirt hung loosely from my body as I stepped from the car.
I smiled to myself, "You remembered?"
He chuckled, "How could I forget this place?"
His slung his guitar case over his shoulder, and carried the cooler in the other hand. Our hands both reached to grab the big, black duffel bag, and a warmth from his skin made me gasp slightly.
"You're so cold," he murmured worriedly.
"I'm ok," I say back.
"No, Emma," he grabbed a sweatshirt from his trunk. "Here, put this on."
"No, Michael it's your-"
"Put the fucking sweatshirt on!" he yelled, scaring me.
"Maybe, this wasn't a good idea," I mumbled.
Michael grabs my arm as I begin walking away. He yanks me back in and I hiss in pain.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I for-forgot. Emma, please," Michael pleaded. "I just want you to take care of yourself."
"It's ok, Michael. You didn't know. It's-"
"Please, just follow me," he mumbled in despair.
I meandered behind him through the sand. I quickly pulled my converses-which were filling up with sand-off of my feet and ran up to Michael's side.
"Will you at least let me take care of you?"
"No," he kept his eyes in front of him, "Not until you're okay."
"But what about you?"
"I'm perfectly fine Emma!" Michael stopped in his tracks and I noticed his tall frame loomed over me.
"Really Michael?" I spat back at him.
"Really!" he screams. "Take a moment to realize you aren't ok!"
"Why did you bring me here Michael?" I asked softly, taking offense to his statement.
"I need to talk to you," he stopped and sat in the sand.
I sat across from him, watching as he opened his guitar case. He pulled out the beautiful acoustic guitar, and settled it into his lap. He turned his head towards the ocean, watching as the waves crashed over the reflection of the moon.
"It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee-"
"And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me," I finished.
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Stories In The Morning, But Legends Tonight| m.g.c
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