A/N: Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm so sorry for the long absence. I nearly hugged the internet guy when he finally got here.

As you can tell, I have not died as of recent.

In case you're curious, my parents thought it would be a good idea to move to the next town over. Which coincidentally is considered the town where all the druggies and thugs are from. Don't get me wrong, I know some pretty cool druggies. The only bright side is that I get to take a bus to school rather than walk.

If there's anything I hate more than one kid that always looks at me funny when I walk by, its walking to school.

As you will be able to see, I'm winging this whole chapter. . . But if I'm being honest, I winged the whole book so this won't even make a difference(: My author notes are tooooo looonggg

 "So Michael, according to an anonymous source, you've not only broken up with Calum but you've been spotted in New York with a new man. Can you shred some light on this?" The interviewer asked, causing Calum to nearly hit me in the face with our shared mic.

The radio we're being interviewed on thought it was in everyone's best interests to split us up for the questions. Ashton and Luke were still in the room obviously, they just aren't supposed to talk.

And the last time someone tried this I ended up with a boyfriend.

Luke, who'd made it across the small confounds of the room in two deft steps, gripped my hand as a positive reinforcement.

"Its true that Calum and I have broken up, yes." I answer slowly. The air rings clear, and Calum and I are hit by the realization. We'd managed to not only avoid each other but avoid mentioning our current relationship standing all together. Its like a bucket of ice water has been showered over us and the temperature of the room dropped down to my mood, violently cold.

After receiving no comment about Deacon, the interviewer turned to Calum. "What do you think about Michael's new man? Thoughts on their relationship?"

Recovering from the cold, hard truth Calum can't suppress a smirk as he replies, "Michael's new man? What's his name again...?"

He looks to me with a hungry smile, pointed look sharper than a razor blade. He knew that I wouldn't be able to remember that bastard's name if I tried, he knew he had me beat.

As I'm about to answer Doug a whisper brushes against my ear, I glance over at Luke who nods encouragingly.

"Well he's not exactly my new man, I've actually known him for a really long time." I mumble, mind not exactly processing where my words are going.

"Really? What colour eyes does he have?" Calum quizzes, disregarding the interviewer's hand signals to stop talking.

"A really lovely deep brown." I answer without skipping a beat, the corner of my mouth tugs up a fraction into a subtle crooked smile.

We can play this game.

"What's one of his favourite songs?"

"I Miss You by blink 182."

The banter continues, back and forth until Calum gets frustrated. He shoots up out of his chair and stands over me, "Are you two actually a couple?"

My triumphant smile flatters, slipping off my face faster than rushing water. 

I fucking wish.

I really fucking wish.

"You heard me earlier, we aren't dating anymore." His expression cracks, revealing the Calum that used to follow me around parties like a lot puppy. The one who sang Disney songs while making food. The one that I fell in love with. [A/N: Wow Kayla, can you get anymore cliche? The answer is yes. Yes I can.]

With that, I drop Luke's hand and walk out of the room. The dreary Washington weather finally breaks, water crashing down in sheets. My beat up converse gain water within seconds, I'm soaked to the bone before I get a chance to cross the street.

With my tank top clinging to me like a second layer of skin, I tug out my ear buds.

The bridge pours out as I hit play, 

We've been here forever

And here's the frozen proof

I could scream forever

We are the poisoned youth

Poisoned is right.

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"What do you mean you can't find him?!" Luke shouts, looking at the other two with wide eyes.

"We looked everywhere, we can't seem to find him. But I doubt Michael would go out in that." Calum said gesturing out the window to the down pour. He snorts, "Let's be honest, Michael doesn't even like running."

Ashton had to take an unintentional step back upon hearing Calum say Michael, because its never happened before.

Luke lets out a dry laugh, "I thought you knew Michael better than that." He shakes his head with a disbelieving smile.

"He's a runner at heart. Even if he doesn't like to move, he'll run until he can't anymore. Michael's the kind of person to run away on his wedding day. Your so daft about him that you don't even know who he is anymore." Luke yelled, throwing open the door and walking out into the chilling rain and accepting it like the rays of the sun against his skin.

"Luke! Where are you going?" Ashton shouts after the figure fading off into the grey.  Just as he turns around, arms stretched out like he had no clue the door bangs shut, cutting off his reply and muting the intensity of the rain.

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Where you go

You know I'll be there

If you go far

You know I'll be there

I nearly laughed when the Green Day song came on, where was Cal?

Certainly not here.

I switched songs, stopping at a cross walk. I needed a song to match my mood, after a few taps on the next button a decent song came on, it didn't match my mood very well but who skips over My Chemical Romance?

Shoving my hands in the pockets of my pants, I cross the street along with a business lady under an umbrella holding the hand of a little girl in a bright yellow raincoat. A powder pink bunny drops out of the little girl's hand and splashes into the murky puddle hugging the curb.

A car turns around the corner as she slips out of her mother's hand.

'Cause we all want to party when the funeral ends

Ba-ba-ba, Ba-ba-ba

And we all get together when we bury a friend

Ba-ba-ba, Ba-ba-ba

The song sounds bitter against my ears when its nearly muted by tires screeching against wet pavement.

Its been eight bitter years since I've been seeing your face

Ba-ba-ba, Ba-ba-ba

They seem to tick down the seconds as the mum screams for her daughter to get off the road.

It seems unfair in my eyes, she couldn't be old enough to make it into kindergarten yet. My shoes kick up puddles as my pace speed up. A strand of chocolate brown hair falls frees itself from her yellow rain cap as she hugs the rabbit. 

And you're walking away, and I will die in this place.

How ironic, I thought as my arms curled around the little girl as I tumble forward.

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The phone rings.

Ashton gulps after looking at caller ID, "C-Calum, It's Mr. Garth. . ."

"Fuck." He curses, gripping his hair but accepting the phone from Ashton's outstretched arm.

"Hello?"

"Good Morning Calum." The voice replied, Calum felt like toxic gas was flooding out of the little holes in the phone, whispering sweet death against his ear.

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Luke sat at the bar of a small diner, scrolling through twitter.

He couldn't handle the rain, it reminded him too much of the first time Michael had a conversation rather than the usual glaring. 

He'd been on his way home in a storm, his mother was busy at work and he didn't want to be a bother. He'd happened to look up to see a figure curled up in a ball in front of one of the houses.

The gutter barely kept the rain off the shivering figure, it was obvious no one was inside the house.

Luke walked forward, resting a hand on the boy's shoulder. His head shot up revealing tear stained cheeks.

"Michael?" He asks out of astonishment.

"Come here to laugh?"  The dirty blonde boy snaps, glaring up at the beanie-clad boy in front of him. A rubble of thunder sounds, causing his glare to shatter as he yelps loudly.

"What's wrong?" Luke asks, wringing out his beanie as he waits for Michael's reply.

"My parents are out on a business trip and I forgot my key this morning." Michael grumbles.

"Wanna come to my house? I'm sure my mum will let you stay until your parents get back." Luke offers, checking his phone for the time.

"Why are you doing this?" Michael asks while accepting Luke's hand.

The blonde helps the other boy up, "I don't know but let's just go with it."

Luke almost snorts at Michael's last tweet.

@Michael5SOS: #fuckbitchesgetmoney 

When did he tweet that?

All the replies are basically fans yelling about how he's gay and he can't fuck bitches.

Without thinking, Luke typed out a tweet in reply to Michael.

@Luke5SOS: @Michael5SOS don't fucking swear, its bad for you.

He thanks the worker for the burger and favourites a few tweets and follows a couple of fans.

When he refreshes his newsfeed about half way through scrolling, Michael shows up.

@Michael5SOS: #frickmorebiotchesgetevenmoremoney *

Of course Michael would find wifi and food before anything else.

His latest selfie pops up, revealing a soaking wet Michael in a well lit restaurant booth with his tongue out and a chocolate chip cookie over one of his eyes.

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We tumbled and I ended up laying on the sidewalk with the yellow rain coat clad girl craddled against my chest.

If I wasn't soaked before, there's no doubt I am now. I rolled through a puddle and onto the sidewalk, I'm surprised the girl wasn't drenched, her bunny was only wet from the previous drop in the puddle.

"Oh gosh, are you okay?" The lady fretted while helping me up. "I'm sorry she's deaf."

"Don't apologize, its not your fault. Yeah, 'm all good." I groan, rolling my shoulders a couple of times.

"Thanks for saving her!" The business lady hugs me tightly.

"No need to thank me." I mumble, blushing like crazy.

 The woman ignores me, searching in her purse for something. "Here." She says, slamming a few bills into my hand.

"I'm not mugging you, keep your money." I laugh, holding the money out to her but she just grabs her daughter's hand and scuttles away before I can actually process what happened.

I shove the bills into my pocket before they get soaked and head down the street.

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"And that's the story of how I got caught with Michael without pants on." Calum finishes his casual fifteen minute story.

"I told you to put Michael on." Mr. Garth sighs over the line. Calum sends a frantic look to Ashton.

He snatches the phone, "Can I help you?"

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"What do you mean they won't let you eat here?" I ask, gesturing to the quaint little restuarant across the street.

"They don't allow people like me in there." The man shrugs as if its a common occurence.

"What do you mean people like you? If anything they should be inviting you in to get publicity or something." I reason, disbelief clear on my face.

He shrugs again.

"You and I are eating there, I'm buying you a meal." I deadpan, walking to the curb before looking at him expectantly.

"Why?"

"Because you seem like a good person and good people get food."

After a few snide comments and a lot of eye rolling I finally convinced the homeless man to let me buy him food.

Lucky for me, the restuarant had wicked lighting and free wifi.

Twitter time.

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"Fuck Luke, where have you been?" Ashton sighs, looking at the drenched boy with relief.  His quiff didn't even obtain any water damage.

Calum was telling Mr. Garth something about his mother's cooking to stall.

"Well hello to you too." Luke snorts before the phone is shoved into his face.

"He wants to talk to Mike, buy us time." Ashton mouths.

"Garth, buddy." Luke greets, pulling on his signature grin despite being on the phone.

"Where's Michael?" He repeats Garth, looking from Ashton to Calum for some help.

"Um... He just left for the bathroom! And then he said he'd look for some food!" Luke exclaims, having finally come up with a decent lie.

"How 'bout I have him call you back in five minutes?" Luke clicks end before Mr. Garth can even respond, throwing the phone onto the closest chair.

"Where the fuck is he?" Calum groans.

"Where's who?" A voice asks from behind them.

They turn to see a sopping wet Michael holding a plain white card box.

"Mikey!" Calum exclaims. Michael has a hard time keeping the two of them standing when Calum tacles him into a hug.

"Calm down, I brought donuts." He chuckles, setting the box down on a little end table.

"Where have you been?" Ashton asks.

"Around." Michael shrugs, as if he could have been sleeping for the past two hours he's been gone.

A/N: Hellooo. I know, this is long over due and I was hoping you'd be okay with me just giving you a long update.

As you can see the time frames during the story are off, Michael's occure a little later if you couldn't tell. I'm sorry if it confused you.

So I moved, which is part of the reason its been so long since the last update. The other part is I'm failing a class.

My parent's said it was okay if I was failing a class last year as long as I got it up. But now that its happened and my mark is so low (its an 18, don't laugh :S) they threw their previous thoughts out the window and they're really starting to get on my nerves. I know, its my fault but they could tone down the intensity of the situation down a little.

I need to stop updating my stories at such late times.

FUN FACT: I hate snow.

FUN FACT: I told my friend that this was going to be the last chapter because I'm a jerk and I think her reaction was pretty funny. . . 

FUN FACT: Eating an excessive amount of blue M&M's can temporarily turn your skin bright blue. (I don't actually know if its true but yeah, fun fact)

✖ Peace out Malumfrickers and have a lovely day ✖