When All Else Fails (Mavin)

Chapter Twelve: First (Happy) Ending

Chapter Twelve:
First (Happy) Ending

Michael's POV:

Gavin loves me. He just admitted he loves me.

So why am I so happy?

Shouldn't I be... I don't know, rejecting him? Telling him he couldn't feel that way about me. It wasn't right. I was engaged.

I took the long way home just because I needed to get my mind cleared before I faced Lindsay again. After the engagement she became quite a bitch. Telling me things I can and cannot do and taking away my xbox controller when I snapped at her. She was actually reminding me of my mom rather than my fiancé.

My mind eventually drifted to Gavin. I'd be lying if I said I never felt a connection between us. Once in a while I would subtly flirt with him, and he'd do it right back. The fans would get a kick out of it so really, everyone wins.

I leaned back into the seat and gripped the steering wheel a little more. I heard my phone vibrate and I had a feeling Lindsay was on my ass for not being home yet. She had always been jealous of Gavin and my's friendship. I always found it amusing how on camera she pretended to love our friendship and made jokes about it, yet off camera she did everything she could do to tear us apart.

I decided to head home when my phone continued to vibrate. I braced myself in the parking lot of my apartment. I really didn't want Lindsay to blow up on me like she tended to do. She literally took the title Mrs. Rage Quit to a whole new level.

I climbed out of my car and clutched my phone a little more. I made my way upstairs and into my apartment.

And there she was, standing in the middle of the apartment staring at me like I just committed a crime.

"Why didn't you answer me?" She began her normal interrogation with me.

"I was driving," I told her, beginning to rummage through the fridge for a beer.

"Never stopped you before," Lindsay growled, closing the fridge before I could grab a beer.

"Okay, the fuck is your problem?" I asked her.

"Michael, you haven't been home at all for the past couple weeks. Now I'm not accusing you of anything but I find it suspicious that you've been gone and you don't come home until l-," Lindsay started. I rolled my eyes and huffed out a sigh.

"I wouldn't cheat, Lindsay," I told her, stepping away and walking to our shared bedroom.

"I wouldn't put it past you," She muttered under her breath, thinking I hadn't caught it.

I stopped in my tracks and turned my head to her. I crossed my arms and slowly made my way over to her.

"Say that again, Linds? I didn't quite catch it," I growled, glaring at her.

"I wouldn't put it past you," Lindsay spat at me.

My breathing quickened and I instantly felt rage boil up inside me. I grabbed her hand and tore the ring that I had gotten her, off.

"Say good-bye to this. My mom was right, we weren't ready for marriage," I said in a deep voice.

Lindsay gave me a frightened look for a moment but I could care less. She tore her hand from my grasp and stormed away to our room. I watched her reappear with a suitcase of clothes and such.

"I'd think this over, Michael, before you make an actual decision," Lindsay growled at me.

"Lindsay, it was over the moment I walked in," I told her, walking over to the couch.