I sat crying on my bed like every day after school. They treated me like shit again, especially this one guy. I don't know what to do i'm just fat, ugly and lonely. My grandma died a few month ago, she was the only one that has cared about me and always has seen when i had a bad day, but my parents don't care. They think it's all good when i have great marks, and my "best friend" has found another one. This is so depressing, i don't want to life like that but i can't change that. I only want to fall asleep and never wake up again.
I let me fall backwards on my pillows and sob. Why? I always try to make people happy and all i get is shit.
I hear knocks in my window. I walked straight to the wondow, i was kinda creeped. I don't have any friends or in generell people that care about me, so who is this? I opened the hangings to see the guy that mobbed me at school. I opened the window a little bit to talk to him.
"What are you doing here michael?" I say. "Can i come in?" Is he fucking kidding me?! "No!" I yell, and want to close the window as i heared a loud scream. "Oh my gosh y/n are you serious?!" What do i do now? I opened the window again. "I'm sorry but it's your own fault."
"Y/n would you please let me in now you probably broke my hand." He says in pain. Yes maybe i broke his hand, but he broke my heart. I was fallen in love with him, but then he mobbed me. He only has become what he earned. "okay come in but be quit." I mumble. Y/n you're so dumb..
Michael crawls into my room and take his place on my bed. "What should i do now for your hand? Huh?" I ask a little annnoyed. "Maybe give it a kiss?" Michael grin. What?! "yeah sure and I'm santa" i mumble, "i go to get some ice." i almost walked out of the door as i heard michael: "y/n stay please. I don't want to be lonely with my booh booh." He whines. I grin to myself for 2 seconds and then i turned around. "Aw your a poor baby, aren't you" i teased him. "By the way, why are you here? You haven't mention it yet." I say confused. "Because i wanted too look how your doing." He says serious.
"Oh.. erm ok.. i'm doing fine and you?" I lie. "No you're not." He says cold. I try to find out if he's kidding me or if he's serious, but i couldn't figure it out. "Anyway it's not your problem. Probably you're only asking because you want to mobb me with that too." I fake laughed and sit down on the wall towards michael. I stare over his head and focused the lamp. "You're wrong, it is my problem bc i really.. ehm .." he stuck and i look at his face and hope to see emotions that tell me if he is serious. "I.. i'm sorry for what.. you know.." he mumble. "What michael? What?" I'm really confused. Silence.
"Michaaaaawl yo-" he cut me off: "y/n i really like you, i never meant to mobb you or something, but i always get nervous when you're near me and then i act like a dick." He nearly scream this. Silence again. "Y/n, say something" he say. It needed 5 more minutes till i can say anything "michael come here" i tap with my hand on the floor. "Y/n wha-" "just come to me michael." Michael walks towards me and get down on his knees infront of me. "Wouldn't you give me something?" I giggled. "Y/n i don't want to marry you or something." He say. He's an idiot. "I meant your finger you idiot." I giggle again and he reach me his finger and smiles. i softly kiss his finger, "is it better now?" I ask. "Not really but thanks for trying." He grins. I pushed him softly in the side and he nearly landed with the back on the floor. "I never try it again." I laugh.
"No that's not fair!" He whines. "Yes it is you baby" i laugh. I focus his, maybe, broken hand on the floor and stare at it for a while. "ouw.. you want to kiss him though." He grins. But i was still starring. I maybe broke his hand. I never wanted that. "Y/n?" He asks and stare at my face. "Uh.. yeah sorry.. erm i was just.. i never wanted to hurt you." I let him know and searched for eye contact. "I deserved it and it's really not that bad." He smiles and touch my foot with his. "Okay i guess" i say again starring at his hand. Should i take his hand? I really like him still. I giggle at the thought to do it. "What?" Michael smiles. I love this smile so i decide to take his hand, that was reason enough. my hand slowly made the way to his hand as michael pulled me at my wrist towards him. "I really care about you. I never ever want you to get hurt or something because you mean so much to me." He whistles and grab my face "i like you, yeah, maybe i love you" he closes the gap between us by placing his lips on mine.
