Michael's Story

Nine years old

Idea from - Idontknow2095
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Michael's pov:
"Still, if you move you'll miss." I hold him by his waist
He holds the gun pointing at the robot.
"Good, now put your finger on the trigger, this button Noah, lightly press it" I gesture
"Now, you remember miss from year three?"
He nods.
"Do you like her?" I ask
"No. She hit you." He replies
"Exactly, now, pretend that robot is her. You want revenge don't you?" I smile
He points the gun at the robot, holding the trigger.
"Press the button but harder, it might be loud when the bullet goes out but you'll get used to it, now pull the trigger!"
He pulls the trigger and shoots the robot right in the chest
"Keep going" I smile
He draws his gun and shoots again this time it goes at the robot's head, he does it again and but he mixes by going to much to the left.
"You did amazing, Noah. Look, give me the gun."
He hands me the gun and I walk to the robot with him.
"You see these two holes?" I ask
"Yes" he bites his lip
"That's what you did Noah, your a natural actually, I expected you to at least do one but you did two, I'm proud of you." I kiss his forehead
"It's to loud." He complains
"I know, you'll get used to it. It's more important than a knife, you don't want to be getting to close to the enemy." I ruffle his hair
"When do I get to throw knives?" He asks
"When your ten, not now Noah." I reply
He pouts and I kiss his cheek.
"Don't be upset you'll be ten soon it's all called patience Noah." I take his hand and we go back to my house.

Noah's pov:
Mark. Little bitch. I have such a massive crush on Michael but he also likes Michael. Why has he got flowers? Those are Michael's favourite. No. If he asks Michael out I'm going to cry. I'm going to kill him. He taps on Michael's shoulder.
"Hm?" Michael mumbles finishing his sentence
I glare at Mark but he ignores me. He takes the flowers and hands them to Michael, everyone is watching jaw dropped, so is the teacher. I want to cry. Michael blushed.
Oh.
"Michael, will you be my boyfriend..?" He asks
Michael doesn't reply, he froze. His face is red. A sharp pain appears in my stomach. No. I have to be happy for Michael.
"Oh, oh my god. Yes!" He hugs Mark and he smirks at me
He knew. He did it on purpose. Everyone else is cheering for them. Maisie grabs my hand and drags me, the teacher left to get shit from the printer.
"He knew. He fucking knew." I bit my lip to stop myself from having a breakdown
"I'm sorry Noah. I saw how he looked at you." She hugs me
Michael was busy kissing Mark to care about me. He better not steal Michael fully away from him.
"I- I'm going to the toilet. Tell sir I felt sick." I fix my hair and stand up
"Okay if you want me I'm always here Noah" she smiles
I nod and glance at Michael. He looks at me confused but I look away leaving the class and running to the toilets. I lock myself in the only cubical in the boys toilet. There's only one cubical and that's it which I find weird. I hug my legs and cry wetting my shorts. I don't have long till the teacher comes in to see if I'm okay. I'm going to kill you Mark Williams and I'll have Michael for me and me only.

I went back after calming myself down, Maisie glanced at me and I nodded. I washed my face several times to make sure I didn't look like I cried. I sat back in my seat, Michael was writing again. How does he write so much?
"Are you okay?" He asks
"Yeah I just felt ill." I lie
"Oh okay" he smiles
"What did I miss?" I ask
"Nothing really, just more sentences. Copy mine" he ruffles my hair
Why is Mark on our table. He's going to ruin everything.
"Mikey?" I ask
"Hm?"
"I need to uhm go somewhere with my parents so I can't come over today" I lie
"Oh, but what about you know, g-u-n." He whispers
"I'm sorry I'll come when I'm free again." I chew my bottom lip
"It's okay" he smiles
"Michael, do you want to come to my house instead?" Mark asks
Please just shut your mouth.
"I'll ask my mom" he smiles sweetly
I stay silent and just copy Michael's work. Maisie is glaring at Mark, so is Aiden, she probably told him.

Burn in hell Mark Williams.