Falling For The Muted ✔️

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The next day, Micah woke up tucked in his bed. He certainly did not remember getting to his bed at all that night.

His room was a mess and his door had slight dents in it.

Nothing he was not used to.

"Hey, Mi." Mason whispered as he walked inside Micah's room, Michael not too far behind him.

Micah sat up in his bed, crossing his arms.

He wasn't at all happy with the two. He was livid.

"Jax told us what happened, I'm sorry Micah." Michael said, sitting down next to the youngest Treston brother.

"Are you gonna say anything?" Micah just glared at them.

If looks could kill, Micah would be a murder.

"Sign?" Mason questioned.

"I know you're angry and upset and quite hurt but we'll make it up to you."

I want to be left alone

"Okay." Michael said, pulling Mason with him out of the room.

Micah sighed, getting out of his bed. He pulled his dirty clothes on and swapped them for new ones.

His head was absolutely killing him.

He stood in front of his cracked mirror wearing his light denim blue jeans with a white shirt and of course, his torn converses.

He didn't like what he saw.

"Broken." He whispered, so softly he wasn't even sure if He said it out loud or in his head.

"The mirror or you?" Micah turned to where the voice came from, a frown on his face.

He pointed to the mirror even though everyone knew he was talking about himself.

Jaxton stood at the door, Mason and Michael behind him.

I said I wanted to be alone.

Jaxton looked at him confused as the two older ones sighed.

"I know, Mi. We're just worried." Mason said.

Theres no need to be, go away please.

"Stop pushing me away!" Mason yelled, tugging at his own hair.

The boy was clearly frustrated.

"Micah, we're sorry! So sorry baby brother!"

I need space

Jaxton scrunched his face up. He couldn't understand what the hell Micah was saying because he didn't know sign language.

Mason huffed and walked out of the room, Michael following him to make sure nothing went wrong leaving Jax and Micah by themselves.

"I have no idea what you said to them." The taller boy said.

Micah shrugged, taking a seat on his bed.

Jax shut the bedroom door and cautiously took a seat next to Micah.

"You can talk to me, I won't tell a soul you know?"

Micah shook his head while crossing his arms.

"Stop being stubborn and talk to me."

Micah shook his head once again.

"You're difficult Micah, so confusing. But I like it, I like you."

Micah slowly untangled his arms, his face dropping.

"Nothing to like about me." Micah whispered, keeping his voice down as low as he could.

"What's that? Can you speak up?" Jaxton teased, smiling.

He was getting Micah to open up to him and he loved it.

"Theres a lot of things to like about you, bear!" Jax exclaimed, standing up.

"You're smart, beautiful, fucking cute. Theres just so many things to name but I won't name them because i'm lazy." Jax rambled on.

Micah smiled for the first time today, heat rising to his cheeks.

"So many damn things."

Shut up.

"For you, i'll learn sign language to understand what the fuck you're saying!"