Luke
"I can't believe you" Michael stood up, leaving me on the piano, regretting what I did
"No wait, Mikey!" I followed behind him
"Don't call me that, go away" he escaped through the halls, and me... well.. I got lost
everywhere I went were more and more alleys and I didn't know which one to choose. I eventually gave up and sat on the floor, back against the wall and hands in my head
"Great" I sighed taking my phone and noticing I have no bars, anyway, I don't think Calum's still sober
While sitting on the carpeted floor I start watching the paintings and photographs on the wall
There's a paint of a black raven, pictures of a little girl, and one black and white picture of a bunch of people, but one of them looked strangely familiar
I came closer, trying to figure out from where I know that guy, then everything clicked, it was Michael, but that's impossible, the picture says 1967, that was almost 50 years ago and he looks exactly like today, besides the hair, tattoos and several piercings
it's not him, is it? No! how could it! it may be his dad or something, I'm going insane..
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Somehow I manage to return to the reception and I try to find the green eyed boy. After a while I locate him sat in the bar, staring at a whiskey glass, I sat in the chair beside him and ordered the same he has
"Go away" he mumbled
"Mikey I'm sorry it was an accident"
"How something like that can be an accident?! and stop calling me that!"
"I'm sorry, I just can't understand why you are so mad! it's not like we're seeing each other again"
"Exactly! we're not seeing each other again!"
"So?"
"C'mon Lucas, I need to show you something"
*Author Note*
sorry for the shortness :c
Suspense... wha da ta think is gonna happen?
No wait don't tell me, I hate spoilers
New Cashton story btw... Sweater Weather ♥ read it plz
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A Night To Remember - Muke
FanfictionVv old fic, badly written, bad grammar, bad everything. Read if you want but meh "You'll have the best night of your life, something to tell to your grandchildren about, but, no attachments, no next day, no 'I call you later', no lasts names and the...