unpredictable : mgc

Chapter 8.

It's been a week since Mikes birthday.

He acted completely normal again and didn't mention me and Calum again, although there was no 'me and Calum' and it annoyed me that he didn't realise that.

But whatever.

He's been staying at mine a lot lately, only meaning that his parents were worse and worse. My mind has been on him alot lately, worrying. And I couldn't keep my mind on my school work because his parents were unacceptable. Although every time I try and bring it up or talk about it and figure everything out, he brushes it off and changes the subject, something I didn't enjoy. It made me feel upset, as if he couldn't trust me anymore, he's not making me feel like his best friend anymore and I hate it. I just wanna be there for him, to make him feel better, but if he doesn't trust me enough to let me in, I can't do anything about it. My dad was also aware of Michaels relationship with his parents. And my sleep has become uneasy because of this but I didn't let him know, I tried my hardest to hide it from him, but I'm the worlds worst liar, so not talking to him as much seemed easier for me. And I hated it.

On the other hand, me and Calum have gotten close, Luke is still like my big goofy brother, and Ashton was still a giggly rainbow. But Mike has gone misterious, a hideaway, shady. But he'd act happy infront of us, but we all knew him far too well.

I sighed deeply, I decided to take a shower, maybe the hot water could wash my worries away. The scent of rasberrys and coconuts filled the bathroom because of my rasberry scented shampoo and conditioner and my coconut shower gel. I stepped out the shower and roughly dried my hair and plaited it to the side. I walked from the bathroom to my bedroom and got dressed, today I wore light blue jeans, white Vans, a white long sleeve shirt with a brown cover and a belt around my waist for decoration.

Today I didn't have any plans really but I thought maybe it was time for me and Michael to talk, but I decided against calling him, since he was more than likely going to show up here anyways at some point during the day.

I slowly made my way to the lounge and decided to watch whatever my sister Mandy had on. She sent me a little wave as I dropped on the second sofa. She just jaughed at my reaction and returned to watch the TV. I stared at her, admiring my big sister, she was beautiful, really, she had long staright brown hair that reached just abover her waist, she had impressive green eyes and a couple of freckles on her nose and cheeks, she had brilliantly tanned skin, almost completely the opposite of me. I was fair.

But then a sudden wave of fear washed upon me. What if what happened between me and Mandy happens with me and Michael?

Me and Mandy use to be closer than peas in a pod, we were always together, and I remembered Mike needed her aproval for me to be around him. Whenever he wasn't around she was. When my mother was being chaotic, Mandy would make sure I was okay and would help me, she'd always tell me:
'No matter what happens, Brooke, don't ever cut. It doesn't help.'

Because I went through a stage of slight depression and seriously considered it, but I never have because she made sure I was okay and sane.

But...

The sisterly bestfriendely relationship we had was over due to a fight...

We were arguing one time, I don't even remember about what, oh yeah! We were fighting because I took her mascara. At first, our fight started small as in stuff like 'dont take stuff without asking' and 'you're disrespectful' you know, silly stuff. But our anger and such started to slowly drain out of our sistems...

We began yelling, and then name calling, really bad name calling, bringing back old secrets and situations back into life, really hurting eachothers feelings, I could take all that...until...