Don't Tell A Soul

Have you ever stared at the ceiling for long periods of time, picking out shapes and characters within the patterns of the material? That's what I've been doing for a while now. About an hour to be exact. I didn't have a clue if Michael was home or not. I mean it is Saturday, marking a week that they all left to go do God knows what, but the part that left me confused and and slightly worried was that I hadn't got a call all day. Not one. I mean what was I thinking really? It wasn't like we were all very close friends. Calum and Luke don't really take a liking in me, Ashton is alright but he's more of an acquaintance if anything. And Michael- well I had no clue what we were. Friends I guess you could say. But we weren't acquaintances nor were we that close to even call ourselves friends. I didn't exactly blame him for not calling though, like I said we have nothing that defines us that makes him have ties to inform me he was in town again. I'm not sure when I'll get it through my head that I was Michael's one night stand and nothing more. He didn't care that I had a boyfriend, though at the time I didn't care either. I just wanted to feel wanted. I wanted to feel like someone actually needed me.

A heavy, but light knock sounds at my door, momentarily revealing my father on the other side. "Whatcha doing there?" He laughs, shaking his head at me.

I sigh and pull my body from it's gravitational place, feeling a rush from the blood leveling out. "Being bored." I shrugged.

"Funny. Me too." Dad chuckles, crossing his arms and leaning on the door frame with a smirk on his face.

"Greaaaaaaat." I sarcastically respond, raising my eyebrows at him as he walks over and sits on my bed, causing it to dip beside me.

"You don't have any plans?" He wonders aloud cocking his head to the side in a confused manner.

I shake my head slowly as if it should be obvious that I had no plans. "Do you think I would be hanging upside down on my bed if I had plans?"
"Well what about that tattooed friend of yours?"

"Michael." I roll my eyes. He had a name I don't know why he couldn't just call him 'Michael'. Trust me, I've talked to my dad too much about Michael for him to not know his name.
"Yeah him." He points his finger at me as if I rang a bell in his head while he smiles like crazy, thinking that he was amusing me but he wasn't.

I shrug again, this time scoffing. "I don't know? We don't talk all the time. We're not even that close of friends." I roll my eyes once again, giving him a 'what the fuck' kind of face.
"Okay well what about-"
I hold up a hand to him, cutting him off. "I don't even want to speak of him, much less be in the same vicinity as him."
"I didn't know you two were still fighting." He naturally comments.

"Yeah well we are." I snapped at him, crossing my arms over my chest.
"What's wrong?" He tenderly asks, making my face soften some but not much.
"Nothing. I'm just bored." I lie. Well it wasn't a complete lie; I was actually bored. To be honest I didn't really know why I was being so pissy. I was just annoyed and frustrated that Michael hadn't called me to let me know they were back. But at the same time I didn't know if they were back. But at the same time it was ticking me off that I didn't know. Because through all of this, I truly thought that we were becoming friends-even if we did do something very too friendly a few weeks ago. On top of all of this though, I was feeling a little moody.

"FroYo?" He questions standing up from the bed like he'd already got my answer.
Truthfully, I wasn't really feeling up for it. I would've rather sat here all day stared at my phone and complain about being bored. But he was my father and I was taking my frustrations out on him when he didn't really deserve it. Plus with my mother being sick and all, I didn't want to take them for granted anymore. "Sure." I nod, smiling some.

~~~*~~~
"Will you shut up? Its not that funny!" I playfully yell at my father, laughing along with him.
"Did you really not know that your interior lights were inside the car?!" He clutches onto his chest, which scared me for a moment, gasping for air to breath between his laughs.
I shoot him daggers while stabbing my spoon into my strawberry and blueberry yogurt topped with chocolate and carmel sauce with sprinkles and Hersey kisses. I point my eyes towards the ceiling, smirking as I shove a spoonful of the creamy goodness into my mouth. "You have to laugh a little, Mar. That's way too funny."

"I know." I groaned like it physically hurt me to admit that a mistake I made was actually funny. I hated admitting I was wrong, much less laughing at my own mistakes. As the table starts to settle down again, I take another bite and look around the small sit down area, observing the amounts of people making their way in and out with an either pleased or unsatisfied face. While I'm looking around, I spot a very familiar face. She looked familiar but I couldn't remember her name for the life of me.

"Who is it?" My dad startles me by suddenly speaking up, wiping his face with his napkin and pushing his cup back signifying that he was finished.
"Hm? I-uh-" I switch my gaze back to the person whom was not there anymore. "No-one" I shake my head, furrowing my brows still confused to if I actually just saw her or not. For the life of me, I couldn't remember her name.
I was finishing up my cup in silence when the girl came over to the table. "Hi Marley." She slightly waves to me, and nods to my dad.
As I'm studying her face, the name charges right at me like a rider on a horse. "Danielle." I gasp, still rejoicing to myself that I remembered her name. Quickly I remember what Michael had told me when he was first letting me meet his gang. "Danni." I correct myself.
She nods looking between me and my father. "Yeah hey. Um can I talk to you?"
I scrunch my eyebrows together slightly shaking my head. "Well I'm kind of here with my dad-"
Dad smiles shaking his head, and holding out his hands as if to hush me. "No it's fine. Go ahead."

"Dad i-"
"Go." He interrupts once again gathering our trash. "I'll be here."
I smile and mouth a quick 'thank you' as I scoot my chair out and follow Danni to the back of the shop. "Hey sorry. I didn't remember your name, but I knew your face from somewhere, I just didn't remember... you were... Uhm.. from his.. gang." I slowly drag out, not only realizing that I was rambling, but also reading the dead facial expression planted on her face.
Her eyes trail down my body and back up to my face, slightly scrunching her nose in displeasure. "Join." She blurts out, her straight lips never faltering.
"Excuse me?" I ask, leaning in even though I'm sure I heard her correctly.
"You heard me. Join Michael's gang."
I shake my head furiously, rubbing my temples trying to figure where this came from. But then I realize something. If Danni was standing here right now in front of me, that must mean... "Is Michael back in town?"
Danni shifts uncomfortably on her feet and diverts her gaze from my eyes to the tiled floor. "Uh answer- answer my question."
This time it was my turn to scrunch my brows. "You didn't ask a question."
She groans loudly obviously getting annoyed with either myself or herself. "Will you join the gang or not, Marley?"
"No." I dryly laugh.
"Dude we need more recruiters. We need your help."
"What? No. Look at me." I guester to myself, scoffing at this nonsense. "I don't know how to fight. I don't know how to use weapons."
"We'll teach you. Or Sniper will anyways." Danni shrugs like it wasn't a big deal.
"No, no, no." I grunt, walking in a full 360° circle. I catch a glimpse of my father still sitting at the table with his face sticking in his phone. Guilt rushed up my spine at the mere fact that he was alone. "I can't do this, Danni. I really don't want to do this."
"If you're afraid of getting hurt. You won't." For a second she seemed genuinely concerned. "We are the best gang in the-"
I interrupt her cocky comment by scoffing. "If you guys are the best gang in the city then why can't you find someone else?" I begin to walk away, but turn around to insert one more last thought. "If I would've know that Michael was associated with this type of activity, I would've stayed the hell away."
I hear Danni scoff as I walk back to my father. His body jerks back a little when he hears my footsteps. "Hey. What was that all about?"
"Nothing really. You wanna get out of here?" I shrug, trying to hide my flushed face.
"Okay." He nods and we walk out together. I turn around one last time to see Danni walking out the back door of the shop with a blonde shaggy haired boy.
~~~*~~~
"Hello?" I smile from ear to ear, hearing my mother's voice through the receiver of the phone.
"Hi mum. How are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling a lot better. I don't think it will be much longer until I can come home." I could hear the hopefulness in her voice, but I wouldn't be sold until I heard it from Dr. Blackbore.
"Ma, that's so good!" I gush, playing along with her. "I can't wait to have your cooking again."
"Speaking of cooking. Shouldn't you be getting ready for school?"
"How did cooking jog your memory of school?" I laugh rubbing my tummy suddenly becoming hungry at the mention of food.
"I just miss making you breakfast is all." She sighs and I hear rustling in the background. "Um Marley, I have to go. But have a great day at school okay? And I'll talk to you later."
"I will ma. I love you so much." I feel the tears prick the corner of my eyes so I pull the phone away from my ear and end the call before I let one fall. I don't know why I would do that either. I don't even know if she was saying anything back whilst I was hanging up, but at the moment I didn't care. I just hated how much it hurt me to know she was in this type of condition, and I didn't know how to show that kind of emotion.
With shaky hands I sit my phone to the side and scoot my feet over to my vanity table, letting my hair cascade down my shoulders and around my neck in it's natural kinky curly state. After settling for my The Killers band tee, my ripped skinnies, and lace up combats I tell my dad bye and head for the bus. However, in the process of walking out the door,I run straight into the body that belongs to Max.
"What are you doing?" I scold him, running my fingers through my hair, and flipping the excess off my shoulder.
"I've been standing out here for a while now. A good thirty minutes actually. I um, just wanted to know if you maybe wanted a ride from me?"
"Unless the bus broke down and all the wheels fell off, I'm pretty sure it's still coming." I deadpan and brush past him.
"Marley how long are you going to keep this up?" Max sighs in distress, following me to the bus stop.
"Keep what up?" I innocently ask, rolling my eyes as I keep walking down to the pole.
"Mar." Max sternly says grabbing a hold of my arm. I turn around and look from my arm to his face with a sneer. "Come on, you can't be mad at me forever."
"I can avoid you forever." I shrug, in the process, shaking him off of my arm.
Max sucks on his lower lip, slowly letting it go between his teeth. His eyes trail up and down my body which causes heat to rise on my cheeks as he bites on tongue. Then he opens his arms wide open and sarcastically laughs. "I'm sorry. What more can I do? Please forgive me."
"Do you even know what you're sorry for?" I cock my head to the side awaiting his response.
"I've been a jerk. I constantly ditched you for my own selfish needs and I am so fucking sorry, Marley." I look away from his eyes and down to the ground. After a while of no one talking Max speaks up again. "You wanna know something?" I meet his gaze again in order to let him know I was listening. "Okay well two things. Firstly, I never wanted to join committee. My mum is the one who made me feel obligated to do so. Secondly, because I know that it's been causing me to be distant with you and not give you as much attention as I should be giving you-" He puts his finger under my chin and slowly drags my face up to lock eyes with him "-I quit." He whispers.
My breath hitches in my throat and my eyes widen at the news. "What?"
Max smiles and nods, sliding his hands down arms, hooking our fingers together. "I quit committee. I never really wanted to do it anyways."
"What about your mum? Won't she get mad that you decided to quit?" I carefully shift my gaze between both of his eyes, trying to search for any kind of hint that this was all just a prank. That any second now he'd start uncontrollably laughing saying, 'gotcha!' But that moment never happened. All I saw was a proud, vulnerable boy trying to do what's right.
I was in the wrong.
All this time I kept trying to believe that Max was a jerk who did whatever was in his power to try and neglect me because he wasn't ready to be in a relationship with someone in such a close vicinity. Truth be told, the reason why I jumped to conclusions was because I was trying to settle my guilty conscience. It put my mind at ease knowing that Max and I both had done something wrong. It made me feel less guilty that I slept with Michael. It was kind of like a way that my mind was telling me that my actions were okay.
"Are you going to say anything or?" Max waves his hands in my face trying to grab my attention, looking at with a suspicious look.
"What?" I accidentally snap at him. I didn't exactly mean to snap, but I was now ticked off at myself for coming to my realization.
"The bus is here. You coming with me or are you still mad?" He bites the inside of is lip nodding towards the bus.
"I'll go with you." I smile, and lace my fingers with his leaning into his side. "Max?" I hum his name, pulling his arm back to make us stop. He raises his brows in question, lazly falling backwards. I stand up on my toes and touch his lips to mine, molding our mouths together. Max pulls away in surprise.
"Save it for later." He whispers. "And don't worry about my mum. She'll get over it." He squeezes my hand in reassurance
~~~*~~~
"Okay stop, I can't breath." I smile, pulling away from Max and bitting on my swollen lips.
"I just can't seem to keep my hands off of you." He says in a husky tone, kissing my neck softly.
I playfully push him off of me grabbing my History book. "Seriously, class is about to start."
"Yeah but-" His gaze shifts from my eyes to (probably) the commotion behind us. "-I just love you, Mar." Then he focefully pushes my hips into his and shoves his tongue down my throat. I was definitely glad that Max was becoming more like himself again, but wasn't sure that all of this PDA was really necessary.
"Mmm." I hum pulling away. "Go to class." I whisper.
"Love you."
"I know." I shake my head and finish grabbing the things I need for the first class of the day when I hear footsteps behind me.
The smell of cigarette smoke and freshly dyed hair fills my nose and I won't lie when I say that it made my stomach do a million flips. But he had avoided me yesterday, so I wasn't going to show how excited I really was to see him. "Perth." Michael smirks leaning up against his locker. When I don't answer he speaks again, "So I see you and Max aren't fighting anymore."
"Who said we we're fighting?" I mouth off to him, finally turning around to face him.
Michael's eyes trail down my body as he holds his smirk on his face. "Nice shirt. I like The Killers." I roll my eyes and begin walking to my class. "No, but you guys just seem more touchy feely is all."
"So?" I turn around again, scrunching my brows together. "He's just showing that he loves me."
"Because that's what he's known for." He sarcastically responds, rolling his eyes.
"Jealous?" I smirk this time, narrowing my eyes.
A part of me was hurt that he answered so quickly. "No. I just don't exactly appreciate it that he only shoves his tongue down your throat when he see me."
"Excuse me?" I hiss, stepping closer to him.
"Step any closer to me, and I might do something I won't regret." He warns, making sure I feel his hot breath on my face.
I stand there for a moment, getting caught in a trance, but I am quick to back away shoving him back in the process as well. "What the fuck, Michael?"
"You're the one who got in my space." He shrugs like it was no big deal.
I groan and cover my face in my hands. "No you dipshit, why would you say that about Max?"
"Oh about him getting all aggressive when I'm around?" I nod, my eyes big signaling for him to continue. "Well it's not the first time it's happened."
"When was the first time then?" I cross my arms over my chest, ignoring the fact that the late bell rang.
"That time when I made you skip class with me, and Max surprised you by snogging your face off. I was going to tell you, but then I decided not to, but it happened again and it's getting annoying if I'm being honest."
By now my nose was flaring, and I stifle a scoff saying, "That's bullshit, Michael." I shake my head and walk into the classroom where much to my dismay, he walks in with me.
-
"Hey pal." Kaia's annoying high pitched voice screeches in my ears.
I slowly turn around and plaster a fake smile on my face. "Hi Kaia."
"Did you know that we have lunch together?" She skips beside me, walking with me into the cafeteria.
"I can connect the dots." I mumble, rolling my eyes in the process.
Kaia then starts laughing uncontrollably, slightly stopping in the process to clutch onto her stomach. "You're so funny, Marley."
"Okay..?" I awkwardly drag out, discreetly trying to walk faster to leave her behind.
Kaia jogs to catch up to me still giggling, which of course was cute and attractive. "Its the dry humor. Its killing me."
My stomach does a trillion tiny little flips when she says that phrase. It was one the first things Michael said to me on our way to lunch. This situation couldn't be any more ironic than that situation back to my first day of school. "So I've been told."
I hear Kaia snicker behind me as I walk through the line to grab the square tray of robotic food that is served to us everyday. When I walk out, Michael is already sitting at the table with the rest of the boys, laughing and shoving food in his mouth.
If I had anywhere else to sit, I'd sit somewhere else but I didn't so I settle for sitting next to Calum which was conviently across from Michael. Kaia takes a seat next to Michael slightly smiling at him and he nods in response which rubs me the wrong way, but I bite my tongue and simply turn to Ashton. "Where were you yesterday?" I question innocently.
Ashton abruptly stops drinking his milk and eyes me with a surprised look. "Wh-what?"
"Yeah man where were you look pretty terrified." Luke laughs nudging him in the side.
"I was home last night." He declares, nodding in confidence.
I too nods acting like I believed him. "I didn't ask where you were last night. "
Ashton glares at me, and sideways glances at Michael. He raises his eyebrows at me and with a smug look, he asks, "Where were you?" I could tell the he regreted it as soon as he asked, seeing as how he shot himself in the foot.
I lightly chuckle at the fact that he just dug himself a hole. "Hmm." I hum tapping on my chin. "Let's see. So I would've sat at home all alone and bored yesterday because someone didn't feel the need to call me and inform me that they were back." I pause and look over to Michael to point out that he was the someone I was talking about, but he was too engulfed in Kaia to even notice my existence. That really hurt me. So much in fact that i decided to take out those emotions on Ashton who was in my line of fire right about now. "Anyways, my dad was bored as well and didn't want me moping around all day because my friends are actually fake, and he took me to-" I scratch my scalp like it would help me remember, and I act like a lightbulb goes off in my head as i snap in his direction. "Oh right! The FroYo shop you know down the road from here? Oh!" I bop myself on the side of the head, playing dumb. "Thats where I sa-"
"Marley why don't you introduce us to your new friend. Don't be rude." Ashton shouts guestering over to Kaia as he gives me another death glare.
Michael and Kaia seem to be lost in conversation as I'm trying to get their attention, so I obnoxiously clear my throat. They both jump away from each other to where I get a good look at Michael's face. He blankly looks at me with a hint of amusement. I glare at him and shake my head feeling tears prick the corner my eyes. I clear my throat again, this time to keep from crying. "Guys this is Kaia, Kaia the guys."
Kaia chuckles and waves at them. "Guys." She waves to them. When she does this her normal tone of voice reappears almost like she was, well, normal.
Calum and Luke start laughing at something, Ashton sulks and pokes at his food, Michael and Kaia go back to their conversation as if I didn't exist, and I sat alone in a crowed space. I felt alone yesterday since no one called me, but nothing could compare to this. Everyone acted as if I didn't exsist and they didn't even care. "I'm going to go um get a water if anyone cares." I announce, but I wasn't exactly planning on coming back.
As I walk directly pass the water machines, a warm clammy hand clutch onto my bicep. I half expected it to be Michael wondering why I had left, but sadly it was only a very pissed off looking Ashton.
"What the hell was that?" He holds his arms outward, shrugging his shoulders in the process. I roll my eyes and attempt to walk away but his voice stops me. "Seriously Marley what the hell is your problem?"
"Why are you so mad? How come you don't want anyone to know that you and Danni came to the FroYo shop yesterday?" I ask him, mainly because I didn't want to have to admit that I was wrong for taking out my anger and slight jealousy directed to Michael out on Ashton.
Ashton clenches his jaw and shakes his head. "That doesn't matter, okay."
"What is it? Are you and Danni having some sort of secret relationship?" I smirk.
"You'd know, wouldn't you?" He mocks my smirk, putting me in my place. "Danni and i aren't dating. Don't go jumping to conclusions, Perth or I'll have to get you a trampoline." He snickers only making me more angry.
"Whatever Ashton." I roll my eyes and only get one step before he steps in front of me again.
"What's got you so upset?" He scrunches his brows together waiting for my response.
I feel the tears prick in my eyes and i can't help but let one fall. "I thought we were friends." I throw my hands to my side in an exasperated manner, not knowing what else to do.
"What?" He laughs like I was totally out of my mind.
I only felt stupid-er for feeling this way. More tears roll down my face as I'm trying to explain my emotions. "You guys didn't even tell me that you were back.." I croak, looking down at my feet.
"Perth." Ashton says sadly, and embraces me a little.
I particularly didn't want to be hugged at the moment because I still didn't have my answer. "Why wouldn't you tell me? I mean I really thought that I'd be the first one Michael would want to tell."
"He was..distracted." He hesitantly answers. "And I don't mean to hurt you anymore, but you remember what I told you about Michael's love life."
I nod wiping my face with the back of my hand, trying to prevent the many tears that wanted to flow out. "I don't even want to be in his love life anymore. I thought thats what I wanted but I regret it all now." I lie through my teeth. In a way, I didn't want him. I wanted him to want me, and the fact that he wasn't showing me the attention I wanted, made me that much more jealous. And now that Max was changing I felt even worse because he was trying while I was cheating.
"Marley?" Ashton asks, breaking the silence. I raise my brows as he continues. "We need you." He sighs like he really didn't want to have to talk about it. "We need you in the gang."
I scoff. "Why?" I dryly laugh. "Why do you need me so bad?"
"I can't explain that right now but-"
"But nothing. How do you even expect me to consider if you keep being so secretive? We are friends right?"
"I don't look out for friends in the gang, Marley. I look out for family. And if that means I have to lie to a friend to keep my family safe then I'll do it. "
Once again the tears suffocate my ducts and more fall out as I scoff. I turn around so that he wouldn't see me cry but immediately regret it as Kaia and Michael seem to be making themselves comfortable. With a tear streaked face and sunken heart, I turn back around. "It looks like you've got someone else to trick. She'd probably fall for your game." I guester to Kaia. "And Michael wouldn't even have to hold a gun to her head. She's already wrapped around his goddamn finger." I spin on my heel and flee from the situation, trying to get away as fast as possible so I wouldn't have to deal their bullshit ever again.
~~~*~~~
"Have I ever told you I love you?" Max whispers standing on my doorstep after school.
"I've heard a few times." I shrug sarcastically.
"Well I love you." He bends down some to kiss my lips.
I giggle and pull away, letting our lips graze over each other. "I love you too."
"I hate to do this, but I should probably go break the news to my mum about committee. That is if they haven't called her first."
"I understand. I'll see you tomorrow." I smile, letting go of his hand.
"No you won't." He smirks at me. My heart sinks for the second time today as I stand there completely still. Max grins widely. So wide I could see his molars. "I'll see you when I sneak in tonight."
I mouth an 'oh' and hold and okay sign up laughing to myself as I walk through my front door. I shake my head and am stopped in my tracks as my dad sits on the couch with an iPad in his hand and my mother on the other side of the screen. "Marley!" Mum screams, her face glowing with joy, looking a million times better than when I last left her.
"Hi mum!" I drop my bag on the floor and rush up to the screen, falling into my dad's side.
"How was school? You know that you hung up on me the other day before you went to school right?" She chuckles. "I mean you were probably tired and didn't know."
My cheeks heat up and my heart fills with guilt, an emotion I can't seem to get rid of here lately. "Oh I didn't know. I'm sorry ma."
"Don't sweat it. How are you?"
"I'm okay. But actually, I have homework to do so I'll talk to you later okay?"
"Of course. I love you,dear."
"You too." I slightly smile and grab my things to go in my room. I sigh as I plop down on my bed. My mum looked so much better so I don't know what I couldn't have a conversation with her. Maybe it was because she still had tubes in her arms and an IV pole hanging above her head. Even though she looked so much better she was still consumed by the sickness. Maybe she was possibly getting better. Since I decided to lie to her I figured I might as well try and attempt my homework; it could pass the time for Max to get back.
With my head down in my books i hear a very familiar voice whisper my name. "Marley." Michael's voice rings through my ears.
I perk up and listen to where his voice was coming from and see him standing at the entrance of my window. I slowly stand up and approach the window, unlatching it and leaving enough room to poke my head through. "Bout time you got here." Michael smiles inching forward to climb through the window, but I stand my ground and don't move. His smile falters some as he steps back and looks around awkwardly. "Can I come in? I thought we were past this base already." He makes a joke again,but I don't laugh.
"I don't think that's a good idea." I speak, shaking my head.
He furrows his eyebrows at me stepping closer. "What happened between you and Ash during lunch today he stormed off pretty mad lookin. Well I know for a fact he was mad after hearing the things he said to me."
"Is that why you're here? To threaten me about family over friends?"
"He threatened you?" He asks more curiosity than concern.
"Yeah well it doesn't matter because as of today I plan on never speaking to you guys again since I'm definitely not needed or wanted and apparently never have been."
Michael's emotions change from curious to anger. "What did he tell you?"
I smirk at him, feeling some sort of pride that he maybe wanted to look out for me. I don't know if Kaia could say that. "Oh what are you going to do? Hold a gun to my head?"
"Dammit, Marley let me in." He demands and pushes through the window.
"Michael Max will be here any minute now." I whispee shout to him.
"Oh that's funny because I don't care. What did he say to you?" He presses again.
When Ashton and I were standing by the water machines today, he really seemed like he didn't want Michael to know that he and Danni were at the FroYo shop, so i decided i would take up for him. "More along the lines of what I said." I murmur, looking anywhere but him.
"What?" He questions. Confusions masking his face.
I roll my eyes hating to admit that I was wrong. "I may or may not have been mad at you here recently. Well all of you boys but mainly you."
"What did I do?" He softly asks making me look up at him.
My eyes fill with water for the millionth time today. "You didn't bother to to tell me you were back. I just I thought we were friends."
I saunter back to my bed and hug my knees feeling tears slip out. "Don't cry, Perth."
"I'm not." I sniff, wiping my face off as Michael continues.
"I-i just some things to do is all. I got distracted and forgot to call you. I didn't really think you'd care anyways."
"You're unbelievable." I scoff. Then the tears come back again and I can't help bit to break down. "I have to tell him. I have to."
"Tell who what?" He furrows his brows at me.
"Max about us, Michael." I roll my eyes and take in a shaky breath, crying more. "I can't deal with this guilt anymore. He's trying to be better and here I am cheating."
Michael sighs and sits down on my bed making the bed sink where he was. "Look at me." He hooks his finger under my chin making me look at him. "I won't judge you." He slowly leans in, his hot breath heating up my face.
I don't move one inch. I let him lean in and ghost his lips over mine, the smell of tobacco and mint overwhelming me. Suddenly his mouth comes in contact with mine and I let my lips mold onto his moving in sync. The butterflies erupt in my stomach and everything in me heats up, making me curl my toes and I didn't want to stop. He pulls away and look me in the eye, his lips swollen. "This can be our little secret."
I swallow hard and stand up with shaky legs. I turn the lock on the door for good measures and return back to him, putting his face between my hands as I whisper, "Don't tell a soul." And let his body push mine down against my cool sheets.
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Notes

I tried to space out but it was being touchy so I left it alone because I didn't want to lose anything. Hope you like it love you guys :)