liar liar ➵ 5sos

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>dedicated to @5soscjr bc i love her so so so much you'll never understand

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Watch Your Back

michael pov

I tumbled out an open window of a dark chateau just outside town. My hip hit the cold and hard ground as I cussed in pain. I shut the window fast.

Inside, alarms were screeching, but I didn't see any police cars climbing the hill yet.

I looked through the glass for Jenna-a girl I just met at a bar down the street. How did I exactly met her? Five shots of Black Death, schnapps, and later, I found myself in the alley, Jenna's lips locked to mine.

Fast forward a few hours, and now.. This.

Why the hell was I doing here? I'm supposed to be snuggled up in my bed playing games or sitting on my comfortable swivel chair in front of my computer playing games like LoL.

But fuck.

Jenna appeared at the window, lifting up to let me see. A potrait of a woman that'll haunt me forever. The woman sits markedly upright with her arms folded, her hair hanging infront of the shoulders and a smile-a mysterious and haunting smile plastered on her face. In the corner was the signature: Leonardo Da Vinci.

A wave of nausea engulfed me. I had made them come here. I had found the painting and pulled it off the wall. But now I realized how fucking stupid that mistake had been.

"Jenna leave it there!"

Jenna's nose scrunched up. "What do you mean?" She tried to lift the window further up, but it was stuck.

If I helped her, I'd really be abetting a theft. "I just can't."

"Ugh you're a loser Michael!" She groaned. "I'll use the fucking door, wait for me."

And with that she vanished. I heard a screeching noise behind me. I peeked around the side of the house and saw atleast 4 police cars outside the house. Immediately, I sprinted for the thick woods-not waiting for Jenna.

I need help.

"Michael why the fuck are you calling me at 3am? I need to get some sle-"

"Shut up Luke!" I said frustratingly, still running through the woods. "I'm in trouble and I need help!"

"Uh are you hurt?" Luke asked.

"No.. I sort of broke into a house and stole a priceless painting." I mumbled. I cussed-whispered in pain as something sharp tore my skin.

It was silent for a moment. "You fucking dumbass."

"I know, I know it's very stupid of me but please come pick me up I've been running across this thick woods and I'm very tired!"

"Okay give me the street name you're on once you make it through the woods."

"Okay," I said shakily.

.

"And then I sprinted off," I explained.

"How did you know there was the Mona Lisa in that house?" Luke tilted his head.

"Jenna said that it was stolen by Mac Henderson who is the owner of the house." I replied, trying to recall what Jenna had said.

"Uhm..." He didn't look convinced.

"I'm so scared Luke." I cried, covering my face with my hands. My eyes welled with tears.

"It's okay Michael, it's gonna be fine." Luke sighed. "In the meantime, you can sleep over if you like, there's a guest room."

I slowly uncovered my face and smiled at Luke. "Thanks Luke." He smiled back and hugged me tightly.

"Luke?" I pulled away.

"Yeah?"

"Could you order pizza?"

Luke rolled his eyes. "Really? That's what you want right now? Not a longer hug?"

"Yes. Pizzas before guys."