The choreographer (m.j)

Not over

5 months later;

"You can't keep doing this" I shake my head while a tear fall from my eye
"Doing What skylar? Doing what?" Michael snaps pacing around our shared apartment
"What do you mean 'doing what' you know fucking what!" I squeak as my voice goes higher
"So what I go to a few parties and have a little fun with girls. They mean nothing to me!" He shrugs
I shake my head in disgust "I've been nothing but faithful to you Michael how can you do this to me?"

He sighs and covers his face with his hand "I'm sorry baby I-" he walks closer to me but I stop him dead
"Michael don't, we're over" I walk away from him picking up my already packed bags and head to the door
"Baby don't leave me" He begs grabbing my arm, I snatch it back frowning at him
"You always promised me you wouldn't hurt me like- lik-like Noah did" I whimper looking at his sad eyes "you promised you wouldn't do to me what he did. I always knew promises don't mean anything and people always go back on them- but I truly believed you loved me and would do nothing to hurt me. But I guess I was wrong again" I shrug and he frowns
"I didn't mean too" he gulps
"Oh, that makes it all okay then" I replied sarcastically "let me unpack my bags" I say rolling my eyes
He chuckles slightly
"I'll always love that smart ass mouth of yours" he smirks while tears are brimming his eyes
"Goodbye Michael" I frown and turn away but he stops me pushing me up on the wall gently
"You're not going, this is not over. You're gonna unpack your shit and we're gonna talk like adults" he whispers to me soothingly, I push him away and snarl
"You wanna talk like 'adults' now I wanna leave you. You should of talked to me like a adult when you decided to fuck someone BEHIND my back!" I yell
"Fuck You skylar, fuck you!" He snapped and stormed out the room

I've been sat in mine and Michael's room for about 2 hours now. He hasn't come to see if I'm okay or anything. He in the guest room next door, I hear him watching something on the tv. I hate when me and Michael argue, we rarely do it but when we do it's so agitating. But what does he except? He can't go around cheating on me, he hasn't said that he has or hasn't cheated making me think even more that he has been unfaithful during this relationship.
I'm not a horrible person, I wouldn't be mad if he wanted to finish with me and go off and just be a normal 24 year old man and go have some fun, but it's the fact he kept it from me knowing the outcome of lying and cheating.

I lay in bed watching Scream, the door slowly opens and I pretend to be asleep knowing full well it's Michael, and I don't want to talk to him. I hear him chuckle softly, the bed then dips slowly and he wraps his arm around me. I pretend to stir in my sleep making him giggle quietly.
"Wake up" he shakes me carefully
I pretend to wake up from my sleep and frown "go away" I mumble
"I never cheated on you, baby" he mumbles into my hair as he spoons me. He tries his best to intertwine our fingers together over my stomach but I push his hand away
"You're breaking my heart, babe. I cried and cried alone in the bedroom next door. I don't want to loose you, you're my everything" he sniffles
"I think we need a break" I sigh turning to look at him, his eyes water- soon after that tears begin to fall.
"Don't do this to me Blue" he cries
"Michael, we haven't been right for nearly two months now. I'll move out and you can keep this place" i get out of bed but he pulls me back to him "no!" He protests
"Stay with me, I can make this right! I can make us right" he looks deep into my eyes "I need you" He adds.
Sighing, I sit on the bed and look at him nodding slowly
"I love you" he kisses me softly
"And I love you" I smile, he smiles back and kisses me even harder. He pushes me to lay down on the bed