Counting Stars

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First zach, now Mikey.

It's been 4 days sense iv talked to Mikey or zach.

And it's beggining to worry me.

What if zach and I never make up and he ends up doing somthing stupid, knowing zach he has already destroyed his room.

What if Mikey hates me now because I won't go out with him, he understands that I'm with zach, well was...?

I groan, resting my head in my hands and sighing.

What am I suppose to do?

I don't know if I love zach, yes he is the most amazing person in the world, I trust him with my life, and would do anything for him, but I'm just so confused.

For all I know zach got caught up in the moment and said he loved me but didn't really mean it.

I sigh, I haven't seen zach sense are little.... whatever you want to call it.

It's honestly starting to worry me, hell he is right across the hall from me yet I haven't heard a thing from him in days.

Not even at night, when the nightmares tend to occur.

I want to make up with zach. but I don't know if after what happened, he wants to make up with me.

It will be very awkward knowing he loves me, and I don't quite return his feelings.

I just need time.

Maybe if I told him all this he would some how understand, and we could go back to getting along.

Ya, and I'm going to become famous while I'm at it.

Please note the heavy sarcasm in my tone.

Zach won't just forgive me, he's...zach.

I'm going to have to probably beg on my hands and knees, which would be quiet embarrassing.

But I can't go on like this, the constant guilt.

Plus I just miss zach. I miss his adorable smile, his huge brown eyes, his raspy voice, and his hella amazing hair.

I just miss... Him.

I miss his comfort, his sarcasticness, I miss being in his arms, I miss his whole personality.

I sigh.

"Hey, what's up with mikey" jakes voice rings behind me, making me turn to face his tall figure.

"Oh hi" I say as jake takes a seat across from me at the table.

"Hi" he smirks, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Do you know what's up with Mikey" he blurts, getting straight to the point I see.

"W-why" I sputter.

Ok, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not sure I want to tell jake what happened between us, because then he will most likely take Mikey's side, and boom, everyone's suddenly mad at me.

Jake shrugs, "sense about 4 days ago he hasn't been the same, he's been skipping meals, he's been quite negative, and very snappy" he admits "sorta like pmsing"

I let out a short laugh at the last part, but quickly letting it fade as I take the rest in.

"He hasn't done anything... extreme?" I ask worried.

"Like self harm related things?" Jake asks, his voice softer.

I simply nod.

The only reason I am asking this is because I know Mikey use to self harm, he never directly told me, but I came to the conclusion, he's always wearing long sleeves, he tenses up at the mention of anything self harm related, and with the shit he went through, how could he not.

"No, at least I don't think so" jake says, causing relief to flood through me.

"But I'm still really worried about him" he adds, looking quite concerned.

"Listen" I sigh.

"Mikey.... said he liked me a few days ago, and I didn't really give him a response.... and he kinda just...went off" I finish, looking down guilty.

"I already knew he liked you savanna" he chuckled, "and that's not what's wrong, if it was something that petty I would know" he finishes.

"Really" I perk, feeling a bit better that Mikey's depression isn't caused by me.

"Ya, he won't tell me-" jake soon cuts himself off and goes silent, I turn around to see what caused him to go quiet.

A tall man, with pushed back blonde hair, a black suit, and a black brief case, and piercing brown eyes stands in the door way, looking directly at us.

"Who the fuck..." jake trials.

"I'll handle this..." I mutter, going over to the man.

"Hi, can I help you" I ask the man unsteadily.

His apperence is very intimidating, not to mention his 6,1 height.

"Hello, my name is greg peters, I'm looking for the owner of this astablishment" he says in a low, dark voice.

"Y-yes, um-well I'm savanna, the owners niece" I sputter nervously.

He nods.

"U-um, just wait here, I-I'll get my uncle" I say quickly, mustering up a smile and rushing to my uncles office.

"Um, uncle Ron" I say unsteadily, padding over to my uncle who sits at his desk, looking threw papers.

"Hm" he hums, not looking up from his papers.

"Theres someone here to see you, I guess" I say, looking down awkwardly at my fiddling hands.

"Who" he murmers, still not directing his attention away from the paper work.

"Someone named greg peters" I shrug.

This time my uncle stops. his whole body freezes and he slowly looks up at me, eyes wide.

"You kidding me right now" he says lowly, dry humor laced in his usual tone.

I shake my head "he said his name was Greg peters, and he's here to see you" I state cluelessly.

"Shit" my uncle curses, and stand from his chair, slamming his fist hardly against the wooden desk, causing me to jump.

"Shit shit shit" he curses repeadidly, turning and digging threw his files, pulling out two names.

"Hide these immidanly, do not let them out of your sight" he says lowly, stuffing 2 folders in my hands.

"What's going on?" I ask worriedly.

I think I'm missing something here.

"Just go" he shouts, but there's pure worry in his voice.

My eyes grow wide and I hurringly leave the office, almost sprinting back to my room.

I feel the need to lock the door behind me, dumping the files on my bed.

I sigh, taking a seat on my bed also, my eyes averting to the files.

I nearly choke when I see the names on the two files.

Zach young and Mikey..... peters.

AN
BUM BUM BUM.... ok so I have got plans for this book 😈 and sorry I haven't updated, if we can get this chapter to 5 votes I will do a zachs pov. andddd I have come to the desicon of changing Mikey's character, who as you know is billy unger, well ya I don't see him as that, so I'm changing it to....... ok don't freak out.... LUKE HEMMINGS.
Yep. welp have fun reading !!!!!!