I woke up in the middle of the night. Alone.
I looked around, guessing Michael had gone out with his friends once I had fallen asleep, or something. I was okay with it.
That afternoon replayed itself in my head.
Michael had ordered pizza. He had gotten paid a little from some small gig he had done in a bar the night before. We sat perched on the couch, which was full of newspapers and various items of clothing. The apartment was a mess.
I remember mentioning thinking about going home for a bit. At least to see my parents. I didn't know how I would get the money, but I felt like I owed them. At least let them know I was okay.
I had said it cautiously. I was scared to see his reaction. I didn't want to upset him, so I said it slowly, testing each word.
"You want to leave me?" He asked. It sounded light hearted at first.
"No!" I said quickly. I didn't want him to think that.
"Then why?"
It quickly turned into an argument. I didn't see why it mattered to Michael anyways. I wasn't leaving him. I insisted this.
He brought up his parents again. He told me how his parents were never real parents. They sucked. And therefore, I guess he meant mine did too.
He brought up mine and how they treated me badly. He told me them sheltering me for most of my life was a horrible way to bring up a kid. He told me I should just leave for awhile, until they realized how much they needed me. a
I was starting to see why his parents sucked. Maybe it was just Michael.
In the end, I was upset and went to take a nap, and when I woke up, he was gone.
I really couldn't do this anymore. Michael had me convinced nobody else would take me, but I was willing to take that chance.
I couldn't help but think about how stupid he was.
Stupid Michael, with his stupid disgusting black coffee, with his stupid cigarettes, and with his stupid hair.
I resented him. And I hated that. I hated how I could resent the only person who was here for me.
I ate a cold piece of pizza, and settled onto the couch, making plans inside of my head. I hoped he wouldn't be back for awhile.
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BINABASA MO ANG
12 Months//michael clifford short story
FanfictionI thought that love was staying up all night with him drinking shitty black coffee and talking about what we were going to do once we had the money. Love was wishing he wouldn't come back to our shitty apartment, at least for one more night. Love wa...