Camera Shy || Ashton Irwin (a.i)

02

Later that day, I was alone again. That guy took her once again, away from me. Why would such a sweet person be friends with a cruel animal that controls her? She's not related to him, and I definitely know he doesn't live with her. She's too blind to notice her surroundings, I wish I could change that. How would I with this scoundrel running around her and controlling her?

It was bad luck, or just bad timing. But how could one thing constantly be bad timing? Maybe it was all just getting to my head, I'm so delusional and delirious.

My phone began to rang, making my head ache. My finger hovered the green phone button on my phone, accepting the call from Michael.

"Why can't you just be proud of me? You're making everything worse!" Michael screamed faintly, not towards me. He breathed into his phone, then said, "Ash, I don't care what you say. I'm coming over. I can't deal with this kind of bullshit tonight."

I was fine with letting him hang out with me, spend the night on the floor. He's always liked my house and my mom of course. He'd also try to flirt with her, making me gag nonstop. Michael is such a flirt sometimes.

He hung up after I told him it was fine. I can hear the talk he's going to have with me about his mom. I was usually the one the boys would come to for their problems. I don't know why, I have a whole lot of anger as well. But I just can't allow myself to express it towards people, especially my mates. I would never want to put them in that type of way. Just expressing myself causes fighting or the need to punch and kick.

There was a knock on the door once I finished eating an apple from my kitchen counter. Before I even got to stand up from my chair, the door was slammed open. A blond Michael came running towards me, his knuckles whiter than my walls.

"I hate her! I hate her with all my heart! She doesn't understand me, she doesn't understand anything!" He shouted, throwing his fists in the air.

"Michael, before you do anything you regret and have to pay for, lets just go in the backyard.. My mom would kill you before she kills me." I suggested, guiding him to the back door. As before, he slammed that open too and almost knocked me out. "Oh, I'm fine Mikey. Thanks for asking."

I shut the door behind us, then cautiously watched him jump around in anger. A metal golf club was laying on the wooden fence, and I'm guessing Michael spotted it. Instantly, he ran over to it and gripped it like a baseball bat. I shook my head and covered my eyes with my hands. The only noise I heard was the sound of wood chipping and an inflation of a ball.

"Mikey! That was my football!" I shouted frustratedly while walking closer to the angered boy.

He threw the demented ball at my head, causing me to duck as it hit the back door. This time, he really couldn't handle the bullshit his mom gave him minutes before.

"First, she says to go find a fucking job," he hits the fence again. "Then she yells at me for applying for a job because the money she receives for my health," another hit. "Then she yells at me for going out with friends when she fucking wants me out of the fucking house!" One last hit. "Finally, she yells at me for being a fucking disappointment! How does someone fucking live with that? How am I suppose to forget that and live normally?" He sighs, standing still with the golf club still in place.

I held out my arms, "come here Mikey, you're not a disappointment."

He dropped the club and ran into my arms, clutching me tightly as possible. He didn't cry, but I felt his eyes shut tightly. His breathing was uneven due to the yelling and swinging the club.

After a few moments, his breathing calmed down along with himself. His back was still, and his grip loosened. I pat his back a few times before letting go and looking up at him.

"You'll be okay Mikey, I'm here okay. You're not even close to a disappointment, you're one of my best mates. We all love you, don't forget that. You're special to all of us, you're Michael," I said, holding his shoulders. "Cry all you want Mikey, just let it out."

He hugged me again, calmer and looser than last time. his chin was placed on my shoulder, allowing him to breathe properly. I reached up to his hair and ruffled it, earning a little chuckle from him.

"Ashton, what the hell was that noise? I heard it from down-" Michael released me and wiped at his eyes. I turned around to face my dear oh mother, seeing her face red as a tomato. Her face started to return to its natural colour once she saw Michael. "Oh, Michael.. what's wrong honey? Have you been crying?"

"N-no, I've just been hit with, y'know, leaves in my eyes.. and such.."

I face palmed at his lame excuse for crying. My mom rolled her eyes and walked over to Michael, hugging him tightly as well. He hugged her back of course and began crying desperately into her shoulder. Her new light blue sweater was soaked with his tears.

I pat his back, telling him to let it all out but to not squeeze my mom as well. Our doorbell chimed, causing me to leave the two and walk towards the front door. The first thing I noticed was her dark brown hair that cascaded down her shoulder. I saw her face that had confusion and worry etched on.

"Is everything alright? I heard a shout and then banging.." she chuckled as she finished her sentence. "I hope it wasn't that.. because that would be awkward.."

"Huh?" I asked. "Oh-OH.. N-no it wasn't that, i-it was Mikey." She arched her eyebrow in an amusing way. "N-no! Not like that, he was.. He was hitting the fence with my dad's golf club."

She chuckled, stopping me from breathing normally. She ran a hand through her hair, looking down at the ground. She looked so perfect, just standing there. [dont hate me I'm sorry okay I had to ok it fit]

"So, I was wondering.. do you-"

My attention was turned towards Michael who came into the room, flopping down on the sofa and crying while my mom huddles his side. I bit my lip, suddenly embarrassed by my best friend wallowing in my sofa with my mom who also started crying.

"Is he okay?" She genuinely asked.

"Uh, yeah.. he's having mom problems.. What were you going to say before?"

"Um, I'll just ask you it in school.. you should take care of Michael. Tell him I hope he feels better later," she smiles, walking off the doorstep and towards next door.

I sighed, closing the door and sliding down it in a defeated way. But I couldn't be defeated just because my best mate is crying about his mom, even though I should be comforting him. Opening the door and walking out, my hand reached up to cover the sun directing itself into my eyes. The pale looking best friend of hers was there, tickling and laughing at her. If only I was quicker or she stayed at my door step longer. Why must he constantly be near her, he's protecting nothing. All he is is conceited.

I wanted to shout at him, I wanted to punch him or hurt him physically and mentally. But just her happiness made me passive. Why can't she be happy and laugh with me like that? Does she not understand what kind of mind tricks he's playing on her?

Her happiness turned into anger and sadness. Tears were suddenly threatening her, swelling up at the rims. She shouted at him, she shouted will all her strength. He wouldn't let go, he was laughing at her.

"Lily!"

A/N

I literally say this in every story of mine, but I started a new Michael fanfiction and its called Age Difference. Maybe idk you should go check it out :-)

Sorry for the delay in writing, I honestly don't have an excuse. But vote and comment and yeah :-) ily and you're beautiful my lovelies