only us.

chapter four.

two weeks later,
jupiter and mike continued to hold hands walking down to class,
while y/n tried to work up the courage to talk to mike again.
the world seemed out of balance for both of them.
"meet me at the bleachers after class,"
jupiter whispered to mike,
smiling as the pen twiddled in her fingers.
y/n sat in the back like she had grown accustomed to doing,
with her stomach turning in knots.
the two giggled and shared answers,
so giddy and in love.
she crossed her arms,
her heart breaking all over again.
her own bestfriend.
and her own boyfriend.
well,
ex-boyfriend it seems.
y/n couldn't shake the feeling.
the bitterness that burned within her.
she wished jupiter would just vanish.
disappear and leave mike and y/n alone again.
like it should've been from the start.
"alright class. turn to page one eighty-seven."
***
mike slung his one bookbag strap over his shoulder,
making his way to the bleachers where jupiter would be.
his mind churned with the thoughts of what could be happening,
his stomach slowly beginning to tangle into knots.
"hey, my love,"
the girl purred once he arrived.
her perfectly manicured hands running through her hair.
"hey."
he smiled,
leaning against the railing.
"there's something i need to tell you."
"okay..."
"i love you."
she spoke abruptly.
he swallowed hard,
his eyebrows furrowing together.
her words sounded so flat coming out of her mouth.
untrue even.
"i-uh.."
he was at a loss for words himself.
he couldn't possible return it.
he didn't love her.
her hands dropped,
her mouth growing dry.
"still hung over y/n?"
she spoke,
the anger in the her temper beginning to fuse.
"jupiter.."
his voice dropped low.
and she waited.
waited for that string of hope.
"i just...don't love you."
***
mike leaned against his bed frame as he groaned loudly.
he sure as hell didn't want to be in love with y/n.
but he was.
and he was in deep.
everyday had been a new day around y/n.
there was hardly ever a bad day.
and when there was,
it was solved within the hour.
y/n understood him,
and mike understood y/n.
whereas with jupiter,
it was bland.
vanilla at that.
he paced around his room,
muttering beneath his breath.
"what to do...what to do..."
mike soon climbed out of his window,
searching for his bike,
and made his way to the one and only.
***
knocking against the motel door,
mike shoved his hands in his pockets.
"wh-"
y/n stood there in her robe,
her hair laying against her skin so effortlessly.
"fuck,"
he mumbled before placing his hand on her cheek,
their lips becoming one.