seven eleven ∞ m.c.

five

      lauren slept until two pm, michael still sleeping. she's just woken up, scared that she had been kidnapped or something considering the last thing she remembered was sitting at seven eleven with michael, and them talking about luke. 

as she sat up, she saw red hair on the ground. she actually got up, and saw michael on the floor with nothing but a pillow and his blue jacket. she shook michael several times, before he turned to look at her. "you can get back in your bed, michael." 

"i don't feel like it." he mutters, not moving an inch. 

"you look so uncomfortable, just get up." she says, the feeling of her fingers against his cheek making him turn a light red. she didn't realize, but michael thought she did so he was hiding his face. "michael." 

"im getting up, shut up." michael chuckles, standing up, lauren sitting back down on the bed. michael realized how sad she looked, and he thought he caused it. "what's wrong, lauren?"

"nothing you need to worry about."

"if i caused it, yes i do." 

the more lauren went into deep thought, the faster tears started building up. when she turned to look at michael, he hugged her, and that's when she bursted into tears. he was so confused on why she was crying. "please tell me what's wrong?"

"i-i have no family or friends, michael." she cries. "my family all hate me, they think im a fuck up, a-and my friends think i'm just going through a phase. this isn't a phase, t-this is who i really am."

"my family lost all respect for me, i haven't spoken to them since i was seventeen." michael spoke, leaning against the headboard, lauren tightly in his arms, sobbing on his shirt. he didn't really mind. 

"but you have friends. someone that actually cares about you, people that you can go back and tell stuff to." lauren shakes her head, avoiding the homeless topic because that even more embarrassing and pathetic.

"they don't know my secrets, if anything they aren't even real friends after the shit they've done." michael sighs. "do you want breakfast...well, lunch i guess?"

"y-yeah." she smiles at the thought of actual real food, instead of seven eleven chips and candy.

as they made their way down the stairs, someone bursted in his door, scaring the both of them. calum closed the door, locked it, and checked out of the peephole to see if anyone was behind him. "what the hell is wrong, calum?" 

"police raided, i'm out in the clear, but, i didn't have sex with ashley and she's mad. i don't even know why, but she snitched to the police, dude, and she told them your address, get the weed and take it to lukes!" calum rushed, michael running into his kitchen. 

his hiding spot was in obvious places, liek cereal boxes, and other foods. lauren was so confused, so she just stood there, watching the two boys shuffle around. "do you have your car?" michael asks. 

"no, i ran. we can all run to luke's, let's go!" 

michael threw the weed in a drawstring backpack, handing it to calum, and took lauren's hand. they all ran out of the back door, hoping over the fence, and running through the alley. police sirens were heard in the distance. "i'm sorry for dragging you into this," calum apologized as the crossed the main road, into a back alley. 

"i dont care, as long as you're not locked up." michael breathes, lauren wishing she didn't smoke. "you okay?" 

"i can't run any further. this is why i tried to stop smoking." 

"hop on," michael ducks down, waiting for lauren to get on his back. she does, holding on tight so she doesn't bounce as much as they ran. luke's house was in sight, a police car already there. he was leaving, so they all stood where they were, breathing hard. "shit dude." 

"what?" calum looks at him. 

"ashton. ashton is back in town, a-and he found an apartment somewhere. we could've went to his." michael silently groaned, watching the police car leave. as soon as it was out of sight, the three crossed over. 

"what the hell?" luke asks. "my house got checked, i got patted down. i could've had weed on me."

"you're too much of a bitch." michael laughs. 

lauren was now sitting on the curb, wondering how she could leave without being rude. but this ashley girl did sound familiar, and she wanted to see her. "which ashley snitched?" she asks, turning to calum. 

calum looks through his phone, showing lauren a picture. "her?" lauren asked in disbelief. "i was at moore park once, she was sucking dick. he was like fifteen, then when i passed he asked me to join them." 

"dude," luke and michael chorus, laughing at calum. 

"how do you think i found her? i just broke up with floral, she offered to take my stress away."

"pigs." lauren laughs. 

"i want a slurpee, and seven eleven isn't far. let's go, lauren!" michael takes her hand. calum gapes, knowing that michael isn't good with relationships so if this is one he has right now, he better keep up with what he's doing. 

michael and lauren arrive, only to see that it's closed until further notice, so they just sat in the parking lot, michael explaining what just happened, and lauren watching his pink lips move, only to wish they were on hers.

a/n 

yoU WAS MY FUCKIN CINNAMON APPLE