Steps//M.C

Prologue.

"Fuck, I think I'm gonna- I'm gonna- Oh, fuck!" Michael screamed as he finished, finally laying back down breathlessly on the bed.

"Not bad, Matthew." The woman he was lying next to had never met Michael before that night and although beautiful, Michael could tell he wasn't the only one she had slept with that week. Maybe even that day. She was older than Michael, by four or five years he guessed.

"Matthew?" He questioned, looking back at the woman beside him. "My name is Michael." The newly 21 year old sighed in disappointment as he pulled the covers off of himself and turned to sit on the edge of the bed.

She giggled, stretching out a hand and running it across his back. "Second round?" Michael chuckled and shook his head. She was his first night stand and he wanted it to end as soon as possible.

"Oh dear God. No, please no." He started to panic. The condom he was removing as he said those words had split. "The condom split, the fucking condom split! Please, no."

"Really?" The woman didn't seem too shocked by the news - Michael thought she might have been on drugs. They were both drunk during that evening as it was Michael's birthday celebrations. They had met at the bar where Michael had bought her a few drinks, unaware they would end up in her apartment doing the nasty.

"The fucking condom split do you not know what that means?" His clammy hands tugged at his hair and fell down his face, pulling the chubby skin in his cheeks downwards.

Michael stood up, pulling his boxers over his legs. He searched around for the rest of his clothes too, all thrown in different places. He was beginning to panic. Michael was only 21 and was still obsessed with drinking to his hearts content. He was not ready to be a father in his eyes. His immaturity level would make things extremely hard for him.

Most of all, he didn't have the money. He worked at a supermarket part time and delivered pizza the rest. The discounts were good, but it meant his diet consisted of mainly pizza and alcohol. He had no idea how to look after a child.

"For fucks sake!" He screamed, unable to find his shirt. "You know what? Just fucking keep the shirt. I need to get out of here." He stormed to the door, abruptly turning around before reaching it.

He scribbled his name and number across a napkin next to her door and turned to face her. "If you're pregnant, call me. I'm not the type to just walk out and leave you and my child." He huffed, and within a few seconds he was already storming down the corridor half naked.

He reached the lift and as the doors opened an elderly couple jumped at the sight of him: a half-naked, blue-haired, pasty white boy. He smiled awkwardly as he squeezed into the tight elevator.

The old man glared at Michael. Probably because even Michael could smell that he was a little ripe. He promised to himself that as soon as he reached home he would shower and think about this mess. It would help him sober up, too.

Michael was mortified, still standing awkwardly in the elevator. He had tried to squeeze himself as far into the corner as possible, trying to convince himself that maybe they'd forget he was there.

The doors opened again shortly after and Michael let out a deep sigh as he walked out the front door of the apartment building and was greeted by the harsh winter air. His body was soon covered by goosebumps and a shiver went down his spine.

The journey home on the subway was an awkward one, but luckily one it seemed to go faster than usual.

It was past 2am when Michael reached his apartment. When he reached the door, he pulled out his wallet but was missing his keys. "Not again." He groaned. This was the fourth time that week Michael had lost his keys.

He placed his head against his door and slowly slid down it. He was worn out, worried, cold, drunk and hungry. Michael's fuck-about carefree lifestyle was slowly crumbling in one night.

Little did he know, it was about to get even worse.

*dramatic music plays*

guessing y'all know what's coming ooo

so yeah cute little prologue cause carefree Michael will be no more