Always M.C.

Chapter Two

The white drawers and cabients were all pulled open. The shower curtain was pulled aside along with the window's. And the window was infact open despite the Chicago snow blowing into the bathroom. I looked at his face only to see his eyes extremley red, along with his nose. It looked like someone had been pinching his cheeks for an hour and there were tears rolling from his eyes. "Michael." I spoke so quitely I could barley hear myself. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down to my shoulder. He instictivly wrapped his arms around the small of my back. "What are you doing?" I whispered almost hoping he couldn't hear. But all he did was squeeze harder and cry into my neck. "Michael." He sobbed. "Michael." More sobbing. "Michael." I grabbed the sides of his face and brought it close to mine. He closed his eyes pushing more tears out. "Michael open them." He refused. "Open your eyes!" I raised my voice. "What are doing?" He opened his eyes which I thought was impossible due to the fact of how puffy they were. All he did was look at me.

"Scar-" he began.

"No." I stopped him. "Hush." I pulled him back to me.

After a few minutes I brought Michael back to his room. I tossed him a gray hoodie and matching sweatpants. "Put these on, go to sleep. We have school in the morning." I closed his door walking back to the bathroom to clean up. I ignored the freezing wind on my face and began to close everything.

I walked up to the window and put one leg out, landing it on the fire escape. I shimmed my way out of the window shutting it behind me. It was pretty cold, but not as cold as it could've been. It was probably 28 degrees. I looked down to see I had on a black and red Green Day shirt, realizing Michael had the same one. It was our favorite band, and I thought back to all the Green Day concerts we've been to. All the times he's lifted me onto his shoulders so I can see. Then I thought, "what if I lost him." I violently shook my head along with my thoughts and opened the window and crawled back through.

"Scarlett?" Michael's raspy voice called.

"Yes?" I said closing and locking the wind out.

"Do you know why I died my hair red?"

"No?" I sat down next to him on the bed. His hood was pulled up and he was in the fetal position with the blanket up to his chin. "Are you cold?" I laughed.

"I died it cause that's the color of your name. You know cause your name is Scarlett and-"

"Yes Mikey." I inturrupted, laughing at how quickly he was speaking. "Hey what's going on with you?" I crawled in between him and the wall shoving myself under the covers. I leaned my head up against his back waiting for an answer. But I didn't recieve one. "Mikey?" Still nothing. Just the steady up and down of his breaths. "Michael." I leaned over but he was asleep. I inched my way out of his bed, trying not to wake him up. As I began to walk away from the bed I felt a grasp on my wrist and I snapped my head back. Mikey looked up at me and opened his mouth to speak.

"Stay." he spoke with the smallest, most innocent smile.

"Alright, alright."

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I slammed his apartment door shut. "Why can't you just tell me?" I screamed.

"Because it's none of your buisness." he calmly replied. Mikey never yelled at me. He dropped his backpack on the floor, walking to his room.

"Oh yes it is!" I yelled, following him.

"Can't you mind your own buisness? Why does it even matter?" he rolled his eyes.

"Um, maybe because you're my bestfriend in the world?!"

"Just- stop."

"Michael Clifford stop this right now!" I screamed, face to face with his shut door. I don't know why he was so calm about this. "You were crying all night! And then you made me sleep in your bed! And you won't even tell me what's going on! Like what did I do? I didn't even do anything! You're being a total drama queen! Like you won't even tell me! Like honestly I don't know why you can't just tell me! I mean I'm your best friend-"

He inturrupted, "You know why?!" He yelled furiously. "You really wanna know?!" He stalked towards me.

I started to inch backwards because he doesn't yell at me. "Michael s-stop y-yelling." I stuttered so quietly he didn't hear me.

He kept stepping closer to me. "Thats's the problem!" He walked forward while I walked backwards forcing me towards his front door. "We are best friends! That's the fucking problem Scarlett! I love you! What can't you understand?!" He lifted me up by my upper thighs and slammed me up against his front door as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Michael-" he smashed his lips into mine, telling me everything I needed to know.

He let me down. "So." He said rubbing the back of his neck with his left hand, looking down.

My feet wanted to run right out his front door and never speak to him again. My head wanted to think this through. My left hand wanted to hold his, but my right wanted to slap him. But my mouth had another idea, "Kiss me again." Michael's eyes lit up and he grabbed my small face with his big hands kissing me lightly this time. 'What have I started?' was all I could think.

SORRY THIS PROBABLY HAS A LOT OF MISTAKES AND IT'S REALLY SHORT BUT SOMEEE PEOPLE JUST CANNOT WAIT. Honestly please tell all of your friends like seriously tell them all. Like even if they aren't a Mikey girl. Cause, truth be told, I'm not. I'm MUKE AF THO