Muke One Shots

I Miss You pt. 2

I got a few requests to do a part to to this emotional one shot, so I thought about it and I came up with an idea on how to end Part 2!

And also, excuse the POV change, there are a lot.

So here it is:

CALUM - {How unexpected}

"He's not doing good, Ash." I murmur over the phone.

"What do you mean? He was fine last time I saw him." He responded, clearing his throat.

"I don't know. Apparently he had a thing for his roomate who got discharged." I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"That Luke kid?" Ashton asks.

"Yeah. Apparently Mikey saw him." I feel a tear run down my cheek as I think about the poor boy in the hospital.

"Cal, I have to go. Some kids trying to put his head through a tennis racket." Ashton chuckles lightly.

"Why'd you sign up to be a counselor at that stupid social camp anyway?" I ask.

I already know the answer

"Because, they need help. I went through the same thing and I really think I can help them." He sighs.

"I know, but it's so far away." I whine.

"Indianna is only two states over, ya know." He chuckles.

"Anyway, I really have to go. I'll call you later." He says.

"Ok, I love you." I sigh.

"Love you, too." He says quickly before hanging up the phone.

I sigh and scroll through my Tumblr feed. Nothing new has happened. Some favorites and 1 or 2 retweets, but nothing to get my mind off of Michael.

I look out the window, watchinf the rain drops race down the glass. I imagined that the one drop that kept getting pushed back was Mikey. It stopped, but then it slowly progressed until it reached to bottom of the window glass.

'That's Mikey. He'll make it' I thought to myself with a smile.

My friend was goig to be OK.

ASHTON

"Ok, that's enough! Get the racket off oof your head!" I yell to the blonde haired boy. I progressively made my way toward him, an angry expression across my face.

"Those aren't free you know!" I yell aas he struggles to detach it from around his neck.

"I didn't asked to be pelted with a tennis racket." He mumbled.

I felt as the stress toward the blonde faded away. He didn't pruposely do it. I inched my way toward him, and as I did, his image became more clearly.

"Luke?" I ask in shock. What in the world was he doing here? It's not normal to be transported from a mental hospital to a social camp.

"Yeah. You're Micheal's friend right?" He asks and I nod.

"How is he?" He asks with  slight frown.

I sniffle and push a hand theough my curly hair, "He misses you."

Luke smiles to himself, "I miss him, too."

"He has been seeing things ever since you left. I think he really liked you, Luke." I sighed, looking up at the boy with hopeful eyes.

"What? He was doing so good!" He gasped, his eyes widening.