"It's just you, me, against them." Michael spoke softly. "Everyone left us."
I nodded and we exit the shop.
Am I just a friend to you?
I haven't answered that question. Is he just a friend? I don't want someone to get hurt. I don't want to be the blame. We returned home and I went to the bedroom. Michael was at the couch, resting. I layed in my bed and opened the phone.
ashton: hey
ashton: how r u
ashton: pls answer :((((( i miss u x
I sighed and ignored. After a few hours of sleep, I recieved a voicemail.
ashton: "hey elly. if you see this you should know i still love you and don't forget that okay?"
Michael knocked and opened the door. He saw me with my messy hair and shoes scattered on the floor.
"Is that Ashton?" He asks, though it was already obvious to him. I nodded slowly and left Ashton a message.
me: i love you too .
"Let's play," Michael suggests. "League of Legends on the computer."
And so we did. He was the expert to this game.
Then we baked pumpkin pie. He wipes the creme to my face, and we laughed.
"You're cute." Michael muttered while I was putting the baked pie at the plate. I looked at him, he blushed because of what he just said. "oops."
"Thanks." I said. We gave each other awkward looks and continued.
Something keeps on bothering me. I don't know what that is but I hope I knew and find out how to solve it. The door bell rang and I brought my stare away from the oven to open it.
It was my aunt. I called Michael and we opened it together.
"Hi Eleanor!" Her cheerful voice exclaimed. She was wearing those diamond earings that was given to her by my mom. She hugged me tightly, before I could say a word. And looked at Michael. "Oh, Is that your friend?"
I nodded and they greeted each other. Aunt gave him a weird look since his hair color was now ginger. We entered inside and gave her the pumpkin pie we should've ate. I think Michael was upset of me considering him as a friend. She fell asleep while watching a boring show and Michael lead me upstairs.
"Am I just a damn friend to you?!" He says. We were halfway to the bedroom and he was about to get mad and create a huge fight. "Tell me!"
"I-I didn't mean it," I sighed. "You know that she could be strict but I can't just tell her I-"
"Answer me," He interrupts. "What am I to you? A friend or a..."
"Lover?" I suggested. "Michael, I know this is a bit hard for you but, I cannot be over Ashton until now."
"Does he even love you? Does he care? Do you know if he might be with another girl? Nothing's sure if you are far away from that guy." He said. "You don't know Ashton. You don't."
"Fine then!" I almost yelled. "If you want me to love you then fine. I love you, Michael! Are you happy already?!"
I tried holding back my tears when he locked himself upstairs. Thinking about what I said,
I love you, Michael. Are you happy already?
I felt so empty and bothered. Yes, I do love him but, As a lover or a friend?
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ok so this was like the fanfic "she" by vvinterfell (check it out lmao) and there was a quote like "if i cant love you as a lover, i will love you as a friend." its quite long story but rlly nice
