Black Coffee// m.c

"Are you okay?" The words tumbled out of my mouth before he closed the door. It took everything I could not to run up and embrace him tightly. Michael raised his pierced eyebrow.

"You're asking me if I'm okay?" He asked, the shock drenching his voice. I nodded. "Of course I am!" I nearly shouted back. Michael took two hesitant steps forward, his arms pointing towards my own.

"Ryder, look at yourself! Look at yourself then ask if I'm okay!" I did as he demanded, running my eyes over my tattooed arms. Shards of glass must have got into my arms because blood covered them. Blood was even on my clothes. I gasped and looked back up at Michael. He had tears in his eyes and a guilty look on his face. My impulsive side kicked in again and I ran over and took him in my bloody arms.

"I don't care about that, I care about you," I whispered into his chest.

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Ryder Collins had no idea she would find someone as perfect as Michael in her favorite coffee shop. It wasn't something she would've thought as a perfect meeting spot. She was fearful, though. Fearful of losing him as she had already lost so much. And, with Michael being famous, Ryder was scared. Touring and all those screaming fan-girls, she was worried he'd find someone better.

Michael was drawn to the little Irish girl and her wild, caring spirit. It seemed to be calling to his soul. He could tell she was a secretive person and was willing to do anything to gain her trust.

Would Michael leave her? Would her walls come tumbling down for the boy she loved? It's just a never ending tale about two people- plus Michael's band- who met at a coffee shop.