Inside Me. (Muke_BoyxBoy)

Weirdest.Birthday.Ever.

Michael's P.O.V.

Ironic how life can change in a few days.

Everything started because of the great idea my mother had to invite my father's family to the "small party" she organized.

I always hated those parties. The people that came were a bunch of assholes pretending to be superior just because they had money. And my mother was so innocent, she thought those people were actually her friends. Even though I was from a very rich family, I never felt the urge to believe I was better than others. It just didn't suit me. But, here I was, getting ready for a party I wasn't even going to enjoy,  not even if it was "mine" in and very indirect way.

It was summer, so it was kind of a "pool party".

I never fitted in the life style my mother had planned for me. She wanted me to be the perfect model of the rich boy. Arrogant, fake, hypocrite, shallow-minded and posh. That were the qualities every single of my relatives had. As well, my mother thought that was being "refined". I couldn't blame her, either, because I loved her.

I was different. I've dyed my hair so many times, I had already forgotten which my natural hair color was. The black leather jackets, combat boots, skinny jeans and band shirts completed my whole gear. Sure my mother didn't approve it, I didn't give it much importance, though. It made me feel different from the rest of those stupid hollow minded rich people.

I went downstairs, searching for my mother, who was checking that everything would go perfect. She wasn't in the living room.

I ran into the maid, Wendy. She was about 53 and took care about me when I was a little kid. She was like my second mother, so I had a lot of affection towards her.

"Good morning, Wendy." I greeted her with a hug "Have you seen my mother around here?" I asked looking if she was nearby.

"Good morning, Mikey." she smiled "Yes, she's on the backyard." she pointed with her head. "By the way, happy birthday, sweetie." she gave me another of her smiles. "You've grown so fast, look at you. You are 19 now." she said, wiping fake tears from her eyes.

I laughed. "Thanks, Wen." I kissed her forehead and made my way through the living room, and opened the sliding door.

"Hey, mom" I said as I leaned on the wall with my arms crossed.

She was dressed up in a black beach dress and her blonde hair was tied up in a perfect bun. I took a closer look, and saw that little wrinkles were forming around her eyes and mouth. I also saw some dark circles underneath her light eyes. Was she even sleeping? I got suddenly worried about her. She looked pretty tired. I frowned.

"Michael, sweetie" my mother cut me off from my reverie.

"Huh?" I asked, confused.

"Were you even listening to me?" she raised one eyebrow. "You looked so dreamy, I wasn't sure if you were paying attention of what I said or daydreaming." she chuckled.

"Oh, sorry." I shrugged. "I was kind of deep thinking" I admitted.

She smiled. "It doesn't matter, honey." she paused "What were you thinking of anyway?" she asked.

"It is nothing mum." I grinned "Whatever, how's the "big party" going on?" I added just a bit of sarcastic excitement to my voice.

She glared at me. "The "big party" is for you, Michael" she made quotation marks with her fingers and continued arranging the tablecloth on the tables.

When she ended, she gave it a look of approval, happy with her perfect job and when she turned to look at me, it transformed into a disapproval look.