Dyed Hair Rock Show [Michael Clifford]

Breathe // Part 27

Underdog by You Me At Six

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As soon as I woke up, I had a headache and knew I was going to puke a bit up, so I rushed to the bathroom to wait.

After I was done puking, I went back to my room to check up on Hazel. She was in the living room, making hot cocoa. Why, I wasn't sure, but I wanted some. I grabbed some clothes to change into and put them into the bathroom, then went and sat down with a cup of cocoa.

"Did you finally puke?" She asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm gonna need some motrin, too, though."

"You're out." She said.

I let out a groan, then went to go shower. I don't want hot cocoa anymore.

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Upon getting out of the shower, I changed into my yoga pants and my slightly over sized Misfits shirt.

I grabbed my keys and went to grab my phone when Hazel walked up to me. "I'm going to come back later, I need to run and do some errands plus stuff to do at my house. See ya."

I shrugged, "Bye."

She grabbed the cup of hot cocoa she had and went out the door. I went to my room, where my phone is. I turned it on to see that I'd been drunk texting an old hook-up from high school, and apparently said I would meet them today. I pressed the phone button.

"Hey baby-"

Ew. I cut him off, "No 'baby's. No 'babe's. No anything. Look, I was drunk and I guess I just texted you. Nothing is happening, my life's actually kind of a mess right now, and I don't need more mess."

"That's.. wow."  I heard him mumble "bitch."

"I'm not a bitch, I'm just having a bad day!" I said and hung up. At least I'm not going to hear from him anymore.

I sighed and went out to my car, driving about 5 minutes away.

I walked into Luke's door, he was pantless, just in his boxers and a band tee.

"Hey," he looked up.

"Hey, do you have any motrin?" I asked him.

"Is that what you came for?" He rolled his eyes at me.

"Yeah, I need some motrin. I have a headache and puked," I grunted. "Please."

"Maybe if I get an apology?" Luke sat looking up at me slightly unamused.

"I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. I was drinking and I was a little upset you told him you had a key, is all."

"It's in the medicine cabinet, the top middle shelf." He said and took a bite of his toast. "I accept your apology."

I went down the hall to the medicine cabinet and took a dose of motrin. The headache was easing up. I walked back out to the living room and sat next to him on the couch, taking a handful of the cheeseballs jar sitting between us.

"You know," he swallowed, "I hate to bring this up. But uh- Michael- he's going to do something stupid, I can feel it."

"What?" I stopped chewing.

He let out a sigh. "He was crying a stream last night, he drove here. It was late. He, uh.. he told me."

"Told you what?"

"The things you said. He was so upset.. I've never seen him act like that. He called you a- Nevermind, that's not important. He said he was going to go somewhere and not come back for a while.. and he was leaving as soon as he found out where."