unpredictable : mgc

Chapter 23.

*Michael's P.O.V*

It's been a week and a half since I heard from Brooke, so she finally must have taken my advice and forgot about me, moved on. And to be honest, half of me is happy with the idea, yet the other half wants to melt away in her hug and keep her all to myself. But I knew, after all my talks and everything, I couldn't just go to her and say 'it's fine let's be normal'. Not that I'm entirely sure I would want that anyway. But, mostly all of me wanted some sort of revenge on her, to make her feel the pain I felt, she deserved it. Honestly.

On the other hand, my hair still looks excellently blue, it turns out my dad loved it too. And I was thinking of me possibly dying it again once I got bored with this colour, maybe purple.

I haven't been really active much, I just don't have much on my agenda or many options on my table anymore due to not having Brooke here by my side. I don't think I've fully comprehended that she's not apart of me anymore, because if I ever saw something funny or a movie she'd like my hands moved on autopilot to my phone so I could text her about it, but then I realised; I can't, and nor do I have her number, even though I knew it by heart.

All of me always wondered 'what could Brooke possibly be doing right now?' And I'd mentally take wild guesses, hoping I would be right. And all of me always wondered 'How is she?' Even though Calum always told me she was doing shit. I hardly believed him. Brooke was a strong person, one person wouldn't bring her down like that. She put up with her psychotic mother for most of her goddamn life she can put up with the fact that I'm not a part of her life anymore.

BUT GODDAMIT MICHAEL JUST GO AND FORGIVE HER, I MISS HER SO GODDAMN MUCH I LOVE HER I ALWAYS HAVE.

Eeeeven though I'll always deny it.

Fine. I miss her. I'll consider taking her back after I get somesort of revenge. Evil, I know.

Suddenly, a knock on my bedroom door caused me to look up from my laptop screen. Way to interrupt me tweeting.

"Come in." I said to whoever it was.

Then, my dad walked in, he looked almost stunned about something, I raised an eyebrow in confusion, waiting for an explanation.

"There's, uh, someone here to see you." He said before fleeing back downstairs so I couldn't say anymore.

I sighed and then dragged myself downstairs. Something that has become more and more less inviting everyday to me. Seeing no actual reason to do so, I mean it's summer vacation, no school.

I opened the front door and looked to see who it was. I froze in my place as I layed eyes on her.

"Hey- whoa. You dyed your hair?" Brooke said. Brooke fucking Junes was stood at my front door.

I nodded slowly. "How may I help you exactly?" I asked bitterly.

"You could help by realising it was a mistake what I said. God dammit Michael, I'll never forget you. I love you too much, okay? Please, please don't leave me. If I really never wanted you to be apart of my life I wouldn't have been with you for the last 14 years of my life Mike, it wasn't a burst of words I was holding in I promise. It was the heat of the moment, I got frustrated by you interrupting and not wanting me and Cal to be together, and I burst out words that were completely unintentional. I fucking promise they were not true. Not one fucking word was true, except for the part when I said 'I love you'. Michael please, ever since we haven't been talking, my life's in ruins, I don't go outside, I don't eat, heck, I don't even leave my bedroom. I lock myself in there 24/7 crying and burrying myself in a heap of blankets and pillows like a turtle and ignoring the whole world. I don't even feel the need to live anymore. And I'm even more frustrated that you're fine, you're not suffering, you're sat here happy, getting along with your life, you've moved on easily and it's not affecting you! That's what frustrates me! Michael god damit I need you in my life!" She said. I took in a deep breath before chuckling bitterly.