michael felt his mind go blank as he sat in farrah's car, making the way to nico's supposed address.
"hey," michael turned, and ashton was smiling at him reassuringly. "your girlfriend will be alright."
farrah's hands tightened on the wheel. michael was right, she still had a small thing for him. "she's not my girlfriend...but thanks."
ashton nodded, his dimples prominent as michael turned away.
finally, they arrived.
michael got out of the car, straight away. farrah nodded at the brown, speckly house in front of them. "that's it. i think."
michael didn't hesitate to march right over to the door. he raised his arm. and then his arm dropped back to his side.
"something wrong?" ashton stood by his side, an eyebrow raised.
"what if i'm wrong? i thought she was being hurt, what if she's fine?" michael blurted.
"do you think she's okay? think about the factors, and decide." ashton told him. michael thought hard. the bruises, her asking for help. she couldn't have been lying.
he finally raised his arm, and knocked on the door.
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mascara // m.c.
Fanfictionshe'd glide on her mascara, using her hair to cover up the badly masked bruise on her face. {{book 1}}
