Crying Molly. Because This Is How I Feel Inside

Crying Molly. Because this is how I feel inside

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First Fight (Michael X MC)

Hey, anon, thanks for the request! I’m sorry it took so long but I’ve been doing a lot of writing and lost track of what’s been posted and what hasn’t etc. I’m also sorry that I focused more on the makeup part! I tried to focus on the argument but I wasn’t sure how ?? Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! 

Warnings: strong language. 

Word count: 883

Michael fucks it up, and you overreact, which is just a recipe for disaster.

He’s the one to raise his voice and defend himself, whereas you rely on snarky comebacks and a hissy tone. 

He’s the first one to make contact afterwards- about two days later he calls you late at night because he’s been thinking about it a lot.

You ignore his call, and then the few messages afterwards.

He doesn’t want to keep pestering you, so he keeps it short:

If you could just call me back we can try to talk this through. I don’t want to be fighting anymore. I’m not going to keep bugging you, but just know that whenever you message or call me, I will answer straight away.

You read the message sceptically and put your phone down with a huff and try to get some sleep, but you keep thinking about it. You don’t want to fight either. 

You lay on your bed staring at the ceiling for ages, wondering if you were out of line or just feeling guilty. 

You think back to the argument: quite a few curses, insults, you were both genuinely angry, but Michael couldn’t stop himself. It doesn’t excuse anything he said, he just burst under pressure. 

His entire walk home he was listening to heavy rock and metal music and stomping. 

You stormed home in silence, grinding your teeth and thinking about how angry you were at him. You didn’t regret anything because you were in the right. 

Once Michael got home, he just went straight to his room and spent the entire night playing GTA and killing the fuck out of some strangers with random cheats on. 

You stress studied- drowning yourself in maths equations and energy drinks. 

The two of you didn’t speak the next day (luckily it was a Saturday), but he automatically started walking towards your house in the morning to take you to the park like he usually did. He got two blocks away from you before he realized and immediately turned around, going back to his house. 

You were awake early and decided to stress revise again. Your dad noticed and tried to ask what was wrong. 

You alright, kiddo? 

Yes! Jesus! Please just let me study! 

On a Saturday? Don’t you normally- 

Dad! Please! 

You felt bad for snapping at him, but you weren’t dealing with your anger. 

And that brings us back to Michael’s text at around 10PM that Saturday. You stare blankly up at the ceiling and tried some mindfulness, as Maria had suggested. 

It didn’t fucking work. The whole time you were doing the “deep breath in” you could just smell that Michael wasn’t there. When you tried to “listen to your surroundings” you could only hear Michael’s laugh. You felt fucking stupid. 

And so did Michael as he stepped up to your door, at around 11PM, with a small envelope. He looked at the doorbell and raised his finger before moving his hand back to his side. He wrote an entire apology letter and folded it up with a physical photo of the two of you from a passport photo booth in town centre. He knew it was cheesy, which is why he stood at your door for about five minutes. 

Eventually, he posted it through your door, pressed the doorbell, and walked purposefully away. 

You were so confused to hear the doorbell and had to force yourself to calm down because you didn’t want to believe it was Michael, in case it wasn’t. 

You creep downstairs quietly, trying not to disturb your dad, and found the letter. 

You read it through smiling a little. You were still annoyed at him, but at least he had explained himself and apologized. 

You looked into the envelope to see the small strip of glossy pictures. One of the two of you smiling, one with your tongues out, one with you laughing at each other, and then the last one, which you can barely see yourself in, where Michael has his hand on your cheek, pressing you gently to the wall of the tiny booth, kissing you passionately. 

You smiled at the photos and turned them around to see some of his scribbly handwriting on the back. 

You’re the best part of my life. 

You could feel your cheeks burning up and you opened your front door to see Michael just turning a corner. You set the letter and photos down and sprint towards him. 

He has his earphones in, so doesn’t notice you running after him until you wrap your arms around him tightly from behind. He panics a bit and then turns to see you, tired eyes scanning your face. 

His hair has fallen flat and rests on his forehead and he quickly brushes through it with his hands, not expecting to have seen you. 

I’m sorry, he says sincerely, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and resting his head on your shoulder. You hold him close and kiss his temple. 

I’m sorry, too. You whisper, pulling back to peck his lips lightly. It’s really late, I don’t want you walking home alone. My dad can text your mum to say that you’re staying round mine, if you’d like? 

Michael smiles appreciatively and kisses your forehead. That would be perfect, thank you. 

Hope you liked it! 

Accidentally rememberred scene from Sherlock and wanted to draw it. Sounds funny when it's out of context. #sherlock #benedictcumberbatch #drawings #pencil #comics

I really hope that our juniors will be first people 4th book's mc gonna meet.. I love them and missed already ❤

Michael x Rose (MC): Heartbreaking Summer (part 4)

A/N: action takes place in the very beginning of junior school year. During the story some details about summer will be revealed.

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Part 4: …Where should I start? (words: 591)

Michael stopped his motorcycle at the spot near forest ant the river, where they spent some time after lessons together when they were sophomores. Rose released her arms from his waist and took off the helmet. Michael jumped off a motorbike first and gave Rose hand to help her jump off too. He didn’t realize that he held hand for a bit too long than needed, Rose released it and started going first to river’s direction. Michael quietly followed her till she stopped and sat down on the grass.

“Wait, I’ve got the blanked.” he took it from a bag, unforded, and put on grass.

“Oh, you are fully prepared.” Rose smirked and took a spot on a blanket.

“You can be sarcastic about it if you want, but I really needed this private time with you.” He sat down next to Rose and stayed quiet for a moment. Rose was looking at him, waiting. “So many things to tell, that I have no idea where to start..” he sighed and sadly looked straight into Rose’s eyes.

“Well, as I am here with you, I am going to listen. But keep it in mind, that I am here for you more than for myself. Actually, I already forgave you, even if I don’t know why you did all that to me. I cried enough that I could move on. I am here to make you feel a relief, as I still care about you.” her face expression was almost unreadable, but Michael could notice the sadness in Rose’s eyes.

“I know you are trying to built defence against others to show that you are strong and moved on, but I am sure you need to hear this story as much I need to tell it. I’ve done a mistake, but you have to know how it made me feel.”

He bent one of his legs and embraced it while putting his chin on a knee, and looking somewhere on the grass, thinking.

“I guess you remember well that day, when we were here in the beginning of summer and I got a call which I didn’t answer, and didn’t tell anything about it?”

“Of course I do. Your face was surprised when you saw who’s calling, even if you tried to hide it. I knew who was there – it was Giselle, right?”

“Yeah, that was her. And as I thought and later turned out, she called me as she wanted to tell about she is back to Cedar Cove for summer, to visit her grandparents.”

“Well, that totally makes sense and kind of explains much. But still, I didn’t expected that you actually would do that to me..” said Rose while looking somewhere into running water in front of them.

“That’s why I have to tell what happened after that evening and why I behaved like that. I know I was really stupid back then, but later I realized some things, and I want you to know.”

“Okay, I am listening.”

Rose started feeling a bit cold, and rubbed her hands together.

“Take my jacket. ” Michael said and took off his jacket covering her shoulders with it.

“Thanks.” said she and enfolded herself with it.

“Okay.. back to the story. You possibly going to be disappointed by some of my decisions I made, but I hope you could actually understand me. “

(Coming parts of the story goes back to the beginning of the summer and is told from Michael’s perspective)

“I love you.“