They'd only been at the party for an hour before Addy had turned her problems into empty red solo cups and vodka rushing through her veins. She'd never been that drunk in her life and to be honest, she really didn't mind. Normally she wouldn't get drunk at things like this but tonight she needed it, and apparently Calum needed it too. They were in the kitchen in the middle of a group of people giggling their asses off when Addy snuck away to use the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and stared into the mirror, seeing barely anything left of herself. She stood there for a good two minutes before she gave herself a huge, cheesy smile. Addy wasn't too sure why she felt like she needed to prove to herself that she could smile, but she did. She washed water over her face to refresh herself, deciding not to drink anymore and that she was already drunk enough.
"Hey Calum," she slurred, walking out from the bathroom, into the kitchen and grabbing his arm.
"Addy," he slurred back twice as bad, almost losing his balance when she spun him around to face him. She wanted to leave but she knew that neither of them could drive, so she wanted Calum to stop drinking so they could drive within the next hour or two.
"Stop drinking," she said to him, reaching out lazily to take the cup out of his hand. He pulled it back, sloshing beer onto the cupboard.
"What? No," he said, downing the rest of the cup and giggling again. Addy knew he wouldn't stop drinking until his blood was literally whiskey, so she sighed and left him be, going upstairs to get a little time alone so she could start sobering up and drive home later. Most of the rooms upstairs were full of half naked, wasted people making out and Addy just sighed and closed the door on all of them, deciding to sit in the bathroom until her headache went away. She sat on the edge of the bathtub and locked the door, running some water and splashing it over her face. She didn't remember ever being this tired before, and she could've fallen asleep right there if she hadn't heard a knock at the door.
"Yes?" she asked loudly, in order to be heard over the blasting music.
"Oh, sorry," someone said, obviously thinking it was occupied. Addy stood up, walking over to the door and unlocking it before pulling it open. Oh god.
"Go away," Addy said, starting to close the door. A hand slammed against it on instinct and pushed it open, stronger than Addy.
"Hey, hold on," Michael said, standing in front of her on the other side of the doorway. He had a new hair color, which was now bright red, and was wearing a Sex Pistols tee shirt with a jean jacket over it. His jeans were ripped and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days, which was probably true. He didn't appear to be that drunk, if at all. He just looked really really sad and tired.
"What do you want now?" Addy asked, suddenly feeling much more sober than before. She wanted to get away from the idea of Michael, not meet up with him again. Part of her thought about ducking under his arm and running, but she knew there was no chance.
"Fuck you," Michael said under his breath, rolling his eyes and clenching his jaw. He was angry at Addy, really angry. He'd saw what she'd done and he knew she was drunk but it didn't stop him from being upset. He had to calm himself down for a second, reminding himself that she was no longer his to be jealous about.
"What?" Addy asked.
Michael ignored the question. Even thinking about what he'd seen thirty minutes before just about made his whole body shake in anger. "What are you doing here?" he asked gently, much less rude than last time they'd spoken. He looked like more of a hard ass with his new hair but Addy saw right through him- he was weaker than before.
"Why?" Addy said bitterly, immediately regretting it. "I can go to a party if I want to."
"Knock it off," Michael scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I just wanted to know if you're alright." Michael didn't let go of the door and neither did Addy, leaving them with no choice but to talk.
"Fine," Addy replied shortly. "I'm in here because Calum's shitfaced and I'm drunk and I want to go home but I can't drive. I came in here to get away for a little bit. Calum's probably gonna end up crashing here anyway; he knows people here. I'm gonna drive home in a little bit." Michael didn't reply, just formed his lips into a thin line and tapped his foot. He stepped aside suddenly and let Addy through, watching her intently as she walked slowly past him. She looked towards the stairs, knowing she could get away now, but something made her feet stay planted where they were as Michael reached in and turned the bathroom light off. The music was loud and it smelled really really gross in the house, but Michael just reached out his hand. Addy looked toward it, confused.
"I'm not letting you drive tipsy. I'll take you home," he sighed, and Addy raised her eyebrows. He let his hand drop to his side as Addy nodded once, turning the other way and walking down the stairs. Michael just shrugged his shoulders and followed behind her, trying not to lose her in the drunken crowd. It reminded him exactly of the day they'd first talked to each other and he wanted to tell her, but he knew she wouldn't like to hear that so he stayed quiet.
When he pulled the front door open and walked out, Addy was standing on the porch with a pack of cigarettes in her hand, fiddling with it to get one out.
"Where did you get those?" Michael asked, recognizing the little "A.I." scribbled in the corner of the pack. Ashton always liked to label his cigarettes so no one took them.
"Ashton," Addy shrugged, lighting one and putting it in her mouth. Michael had been trying really hard to stop smoking lately, and seeing her smoke really wasn't helping. He reached out and took it from her mouth, crushing it underneath his foot like Ashton had earlier that week.
"What the fuck Michael?" Addy scowled at him, pushing past him towards his truck. Michael was kind of regretting this. She threw open the passenger door of the truck and got in, slamming it as Michael got in his side. He started it right away and pulled out, reaching down to turn on the radio. He turned up the volume and left it on the song that was on, letting Addy take a few seconds to realize what was playing. She reached down to turn it off, but Michael stopped her.
"No," he said. "Leave it on. I can't avoid one song forever."
"But you slammed on the brakes last time this came on, why would you want to listen to it now all of the sudden?" she said, and Michael just turned it up louder. Addy stared over at him. "What happened to you?"
"A lot," Michael responded. "Any other questions?"
"Yeah, actually. What the hell happened with you? With us? Why the fuck would you do that to me? We had something, Michael, don't pretend we didn't." Michael saw this coming from a thousand miles away, but the question still seemed to catch him off guard.
"I don't know," he lied. He was getting upset now, and Addy could see by the way his knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel.
"I want an explanation," Addy demanded. "Wouldn't you?" Michael clenched his jaw.
"Not when it's the one I have."
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reckless | mgc
Fanfiction"Guys play rock music for two reasons. One, to get laid. Two, because they have anger. And to be honest, I'm a little bit of both right now."
