eighteen » l.h

49.

I don't think I ever set up an actual setting or a time frame and I apologize for that but I just ask of you to go with it, just until I finish this book and go back to fix up the millions of mistakes I made.

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Soon after, he situated himself under the covers and fell into a deep slumber. Although I really wanted to watch his sleeping, peacefully - looking, figure, I really needed to go to class. I had missed four days already, I couldn't afford to miss any more.

Even though I shouldn't have - due to Luke's worries - I walked towards my old house. Was it my old house?

I shook the upcoming thoughts out of my head and looked at my surroundings, it was pretty clear but I couldn't always be so sure.

Me: can you open the door for me?

Mike: yeah sure hold on

The door was swung open a few seconds later, revealing a very fatigued and shirtless Michael, his newly dyed bright red hair sticking in all sorts of directions. He enveloped me into a warm and long hug, "Don't ever do that again. Do you know how worried I was?" He whispered into my hair.

"I'm sorry - I'm not sure what I was thinking." I lied. I knew exactly what I was thinking. I knew well enough that I disappeared for the span of four days without anyone's consent or awareness just to escape from my problems.

"I don't care, I just care about the fact that you are back." He sighed and unwrapped his arms from my waist, placing his hand on the small of my back and leading me into the house.

My eyes immediately moved towards the sleeping body that was halfway from falling off of the couch. His lips were parted, the small breaths he let out being audible. My eyes lingered for a little but then I looked at Michael with furrowed eyebrows.

"He came home about more than half an hour ago and he told me he couldn't sleep, so I just give him a little bit of something." He whispered, looking over at our friend and then over to me.

"What?" I wearily asked. "Michael, what did you give him?" I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him.

"Nothing, calm down. Just two pills of advil." He scoffed and scratched at his bare shoulder, "We need to get ready, class starts in forty five minutes." And with that, he went up the stairs. I trailed behind him since the room Calum and I shared were directly across from each other.

Would I be staying in this room again?

Should I move out, for the sake of Calum?

Will he kick me out?

Many questions moved around in my head, seeming to form a hurricane within it, destroying everything. I move my eyes away from the white tile wall, to the shower floor. The water sprung out from the shower head, hitting my head with a great intensity, or so it felt like that.

So many things were racking my head and I felt too overwhelmed. My breathing was increasing by the second and so were the amount of tears strolling down my face. I couldn't figure out if they were just tears or the water that was spewing out from above me, but I know that I wasn't quite okay right now.