All Because of This (a.i. m.c.)

all because of angels (Skype Session [SS] 1)

So this is gonna be a little different. It will be in First Person PoV and half will be writeen by me, half by Linn. So we're starting out with Mikey if you couldn't guess. My part will be written like usual, so the only thing that will be significantly is that it is a call so there is dialogue and no parts of a letter.

Enjoy Broskis!

~Brie

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Triggers: mentions of self-harm, panic attacks

~michael~

i sat in the bathroom with my computer, waiting in baited breath. one thought just kept running through my head, would he call me? i looked up as i saw that ashtimelow had sent me a contact request. i smirked a little at the name, before hitting accept. as soon as i did, i saw that he was calling me. i took a deep breath before i answered the call, and suddenly i was struck dumb. for once in my short life i was speechless.

he was beautiful, my imagination's image that it had concocted not coming anywhere near close to the perfection sitting across from me. his hair looked as though it were a calming beach; the sandy blond parts mixed with few speckles of brown as though there was drift wood on it's otherwise golden, glowing, perfect shores that the sunlight somehow managed to make look even brighter. his flawless and perfect skin was not what someone would call tan, however he wasn't a ghost like me. resting on the bridge of his nose were thick, black, "nerd" glasses that framed his beautiful eyes. his eyes were the most captivating color of hazel that i had seen, the gentle brown calming the green and the green livening up the darker parts. his lips were full and pink, and he was biting them slightly as they stretched into what i thought was a shy smile. his gray hoodie loosely hung over his body, similar to his navy shirt, but i knew exactly why he could be so horny. he could literally get any guy or girl he wanted just by giving them that same smile he was giving me. honestly, it was surprising to me that he didn't already have a boyfriend, because seriously, he was a walking sex god.

his eyes were easy for me to read. i could see the happiness and hope, but also the sadness as he noticed the shiny piece of metal in my hand. i looked down at it, sighing, before placing it on the counter top next to him. i then picked up the laptop and balanced it on the make shift bathtub table i had made out of a skateboard. i gave him a shy smile and simply waved hello, whispering, "hi."

"hi," he answered, and his accent justified his role as the sex god. he smiled more confidently, which somehow made him look even more beautiful and as radiant as the sun. he suddenly gave me a confused look, which made him look adorable, as he seemingly took in my surroundings. "mikey," i swore my heart stop when he said that, my dislike for the nickname fading instantly, "why are you in a bathtub?" i felt my cheeks heat up, realizing how awkward my location happened to be, especially when talking with him. i pulled my sweat-pant covered legs up to my chest seemingly giving myself a hug.

i shrugged before simply responding, "it helps me freak out less." he nodded simply before asking me the dreaded question. "so, why are you freaking out, mikey?" i must have given him a pained expression, because he went on to saying, "i can't help you without knowing what's up." i looked away from the camera and shrugged.

"i am my own worst enemy. i know it's extremely lame, but i just was thinking too much. and then a really depressing song came on and it was a hard day and i just couldn't handle it anymore and-" a sob escaped my lips as i buried my head in my hands. great micheal, i thought, breaking down in front of him. how could he ever like you like this?! you stupid idiot!

"hey, hey mikey. just look here, alright?" i shook my head, and i could feel myself start to tremble. my thoughts were getting worse and worse, and i knew that there was an attack coming on if i didn't chill the fuck out.