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"So where exactly are we going?" 

"I dont fucking know Michael. anywhere but here."

I checked my phone, it had been about an hour since i walked away from my mom and she hasnt tried to contact me at all. great. 

"Catherine---"

"Cat. call me cat."

"well then cat, i have band practice right about now and i need to know if youre coming with me or not." 

"i have no where else to go so fuck  it lets go."

He smiled at my carelessness and drove on. i took a second to look at him. he had blue hair that shone in the light. his green eyes looked threatening mos tof the time but now they looked soft, almost joyful. he noticed me staring and i quickly looked away he didnt say anything. he just smiled.

"Here we are!" michael exclaimed with the same smile as before. as we walked up  to the garage where the equipment was set up he put his hand on the small of my back. it was weird because i didnt know him but i think i liked it. "Hey guys!"

a chourus of heys were sent back at us. "This is my band. our drummer Ashton, our vocalist Luke and our bassist Calum."

"whos this michael? shes hot!" Calum exclaimed. Michaels hand immediately tensed up and he pulled me closer.

"This is Catherine."

"Cat, call me cat please catherines too formal." the boys laughed and i went over and sat on a couch. 

they got their instruments and started to play a farmilliar song.

"i miss you, i miss youuuu" i sang quietly along with the boys until the song was over.

"Hey Cat! i heard yo singing youre pretty good." Calum said. well i guess i wasnt quiet enough.

"Yeah haha not as good as you guys youre amazing! seriously!"

band practice ended and michael and i got back in the car.

"its 10:00 i need to go home."

"Do you HAVE to?"

"Michael its getting late my mom-" i stopped my sentence short. my mom still hasnt called. she obviously doesnt care. "actually i dont have to be home. what did you have inmind?"

he drove us to his house. when he walked in it was extrememly quiet. "Is anyone home?"

"no. just me, its usually this way." he said with slight disappointment to his voice. he cleared his throat and started walking through the house. we got to his room and i stopped in the doorway.

"Michael, i dont have any clothes to wear." he threw me a tshirt,

"Here you can wear this, bathrooms first door straight down the hall.

i shuffled to the bathroom and washed my face and changed. im staying at a strangers house. whay is wrong with me? then again i have no choice. back in michaels room he was laying on some blankets on the floor. "whatre you doing?"

"I made a sleeping bag so you could take the bed." he saw my face scrunch up, "no worries cat im fine."

"no michael its your house you sleep on the bed."

"im only sleeping in the bed if you share it with me." i nodded my head and laid down in the bed. i quickly felt a shirtless body press up against me and an arm wrap around me.

"sorry i like to cuddle." he said and i could feel the heat rise to his cheeks.

"its  fine i dont mind. goodnight cat."

"goodnight mikey." as i was half asleep i hear him whisper,

"Youre beautiful." and he kissed my head and i fell asleep.

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