Notes •muke•

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Michael.

I was walking down the street.
The rain poured onto my skin.

I heard a familiar voice by the bar.
Ashton.

My exact target.
Who I wanted to talk to.

He looked over at me.
"Ashton, what a surprise to see you here" I said.
I looked and saw luke sitting at the bar by friends.

" Let me tell you this and simplify it for you" I said looking at
My hands.

I smirked.
"Your an asshole, and I hope you know that if luke needs anyone that last person he needs is you, he doesn't need someone who put god damn Scars on his wrist everyday, and guess what you were not there everyday that e was stressed, not like you bother me or anything but what I want to say to you is that you sir are an ass" I say.
He just looks at me.

"Or because what luke wants is you " he said.
"Well he wanted me way before he wanted you" I said.
He smiled.

"Oh not what he was yelling last night" he said.

I clenched my fist and I grabbed Ashton's collar of his shirt.

"You listen here you lying asshole" I yell.
He smiles.
"You think this is a game" I yelled
My fist went from steady to right into Ashton's face.

He fell to the ground and i punched him over and over until he was bleeding.

Luke walked out of the bar to see me.
"Michael wha-" I stood up quickly and grabbed lukes butt.

And pulled him into a kiss.
My red hair was wet.
And leather jacket soaked.

But lukes lips were in mine.

And that's all I cared about.

Ashton's lucky that he's not dead, luke saved him.
Because I was going to kill ashton.