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part 2 ??

+ maegan

It's now 10:03PM and I'm beginning to question myself if this was a good decision. Just as I begin to walk inside, I see Michael's figure stepping up onto the front porch steps. "I'm here," he gasps and tries to catch his breath while collapsing on to the third step out of five. I smile softly and sit next to him, placing my hand on his back to try and ease his heavy breathing.

"Remind me to never run again in my life," he remarks, leaning his head back.

"I'll keep that in mind," I reply, stuffing a chuckle.

Michael turns his head to look at me, concern evident on his face. "Now," he speaks after a short pause of silent bliss, "the real reason I am here."

My smile fades as I suddenly find my worn out, gray Vans very interesting. 

"Maegan," Michael says. He begins to prod my name, over and over again, until he finally has enough of it, and grabs my face- not too hard, not too soft- and turns it so I have no choice but to look at him.

"Hear me out when I say this," he begins, his eyes searching every nook and cranny of my face, "when nothing goes right, go left. There are so many more things you can be doing than dwelling on the past. My bet is that Calum and Madison won't even last long! I've been in your place before, Maegan, and, just to let you know that you're not alone, Dawn cheated on me yesterday."

My brows furrow in disappointment. I thought Michael and Dawn were gonna be that sickening sweet and disgustingly in love couple that would get married as soon as they graduate and live happily ever after.

Guess I thought wrong.

"I'm sorry, Mikey," I say, my voice coming out way weaker than intended. Pathetic, the voice in my head shouts at me. I shake my head as tears begin to form.

"Hey, hey, don't cry. Here, this may not help, but just pretend I'm Calum. Spill your fucking heart out to me, Maegan Parker," Michael says, saying the last sentence about six octaves higher than Calum's actual voice.

I begin to chuckle, but my laughing soon subsides as words begin to pile into my head. I flutter my eyes closed and inhale deeply before finally speaking the words I've been wanting to say for a while.

"I wanted to talk to you about how much you hurt me and how you make me want to drink to forget or smoke until my lungs burned but truthfully, there is nothing I want to say about you. You fucked me up so much that I don't know the difference between up and down and I can't wear some of my clothes because the smell of you still lingers on them and I just want you to get out of my head and put an end to this pain but the only way I can kill the pain is to kill myself and I don't want to do that because I'd miss you too much.

"And I'm sorry I gave you everything I had without making sure you wanted it. But it's kinda like domino's, ya know? You fall for one, they fall for another."

I take another deep breath before opening one eye. I see Michael staring at me intensely with a pondering facial expression.

"Michael, what are you thinking about?" I question the boy sitting next to me whilst cocking a brow in the process.

"I think I have an idea," he remarks before looking at me, and raising his own brow in return.

"And what might that be, Clifford?"

"We could fake date, it would get Dawn and Calum!" Michael exclaims. My eyes widen and I look at him like he's suddenly grown five extra heads, all eyes staring right at me.

"You're shitting me," I reply, laughing slightly as I shake my head.

"It could be a good idea!"

"How, Michael?" I question, putting a lot more emphasis on the word 'how' that I originally intended. 

"I can tell Calum likes you, I mean, have you ever thought about if he misses you, too? He's not acting the same anymore," Michael begins, "Plus, it'd be a hell of a show to see a jealous Dawn, now, wouldn't it?" I chuckle at that. He looks down at his phone before stretching his arms and standing up right.

"It's getting late," he remarks blandly before turning to go down the steps. 

"Wait!" I exclaim, my voice bold. Michael turns around to face me, a cocky smirk placed on his smug face. 

"Please. Please stay. I don't want to be alone anymore," I say, my voice becoming more and more frail with every syllable.

"You don't have to be," Michael responds kindly as he kneels down so we are eye to eye.

"I'm here for you," Michael whispers to me softly as he wraps his arms around my body, pulling me into him. "Always."

wow okay idrk know about this chapter but yay a kind of sorta lengthy update woo!

this calls for a pizza party

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