Broke & Broken | | Muke au

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Michael's P.O.V

Un packing all of my stuff was harder than I thought it would be, there were stuff that we brought together scarred through all of them. And I just couldn't do it in the end, I was to weak.

That's why I grabbed a sheet, locked my door and pinned up around the door. Making sure no big amounts of air was getting in through the door. Or out, before opening the window.

I grabbed the long glass bong from my box that had been thankfully wrapped up in news paper.

Fixing everything up before lighting it, I heard the familiar sound of the water bubbling lightly. And I sucked in hard as the smoke began to fill my lungs. Once I was satisfied with how much had enters my mouth, I pulled back. Keeping it all in for several seconds, until slowly blowing it all out.

I sat there under the window for a while until finally getting up on my wobbly legs. I tipped the water out my window, cleaning the rest of it up before placing it back in one of my boxes.

I was thinking about sleep until I realised this room probably smelt bad.

Groaning to myself, I unpinned the sheet from the wall in all four corners. Swiftly moving through the hall I made my way to the bathroom, searching for something I could use to take away the smell.

"Who the fuçk are you?!" I heard someone yell as I lifted my head up from under the sink quickly. Bumping it on the way up.

"I'm Ashtons friend," I groaned holding my head with both my hands, "He said I could stay in the spare room - are you his roommate he was talking about?"

The brown eyed boys face softens and he extended a hand for me to take.

"Sorry about that," he chuckled nervously rubbing the back of his neck, "I thought you were braking in or something, oh and no, I'm not his roommate. I just happen to be friends with the both of them and I'm here practically every day - I guess you could say I lived here. But I don't pay rent." I made a mental note to myself that he was a chatter box, how lovely, well at least he's cute.

I shake his extended had, "No problem, my names Michael by the way, yours?"

"Calum"

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Calum - now if you don't mind I have candles I need to find"

"There in the third draw," he simply calls out as he leaves the room.

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"So what's this roommate of Ashes like?" I ask Calum curiously as he enters my room.

"He's pretty nice," He shrugs "Tall, cute and awkward, there's nothing much to say" He flops on the bed next to where I was laying, he sure Is getting cozy from someone I've only known for like an hour.

"Okay, well anyways, what did you need? I have unpacking to do," I impatiently ask moving from the bed and starting to slowly sort through a box.

"Because your getting so much of that done and all," he rolls his eyes playfully, "What makes you think I want anything from you anyways?"

"You came in here for something, obviously," I shake my head at him and he sits up on the bed giving me a wide grin.

"I wanted to ask you why you all of a sudden moved in here? Not that I mind, it's just like, why?" My hands tighten around the photo frame I was holding. Looking down at the photo, I look up at Calum quickly and take it out. Throwing it to him, it was a photo of her.. I'm not even going to speak her name.

"Oh, relationship stuff Hu?" I nodded my head and my hands tightens around the two objects I was holding.

You don feel anything, you don't feel anything, you don't feel anything, block it all out. Don't think about her.

"Michael!" I heard Calum gasp from beside me, bringing me out of my trans.

"What?" I didn't even notice till now, I was.. crying?

"Your hand." He spoke slowly walking over to me and removing the wooden frame from one hand. Before removing most of the glass that was in my other hand.

"How the fuçk did that even happen?"

"You were holding the glass to tightly from the photo frame and I guess it broke." Calum shook his head pulling ms towards the bathroom.

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"Thanks," I mumble to Calum who just nods his head giving me a little smile.

"I'm going to-" I was cut off by the front door opening and I guessed it was this roommate everyone kept talking about.

"Anyone home?" I froze when hearing his voice, what, no, no no no no no no. Fuckîng shîtty bîtchy hippie. (a/n I didn't mean to write that, but~ I'm going with it anyway)

"In here!" Calum yelled popping his head out the bathroom door, before returning to my bloody hand.

A couple minutes pass and he's done wrapping my hand up, "You sure you don't want to go to the hospital? I can take you now if you like" "No, I'm good, thanks anyways I probably would of just put some band aids on my hand if you weren't here" "No problem man, happy to help"

Our conversation was stopped when the bathroom door flung open, "You!" Is all I remember hearing before he punched me in the jaw. Making me fall down onto the bathtub.

Then everything went black.

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A/N: What even am I writing? D:

Predictions?

Bye :3