"No baby," Michael calls at Brynn as she runs out of the room. He starts to try to chase after her, but Chance grabs onto both of his shoulders. Michael glares at Chance.
"She's going to hurt you. Let her go," Chance looks him in the eyes and states.
"She already made her choice before Michael. In no way, shape, or form is it worth it," Brady tries to say empathetically.
"She's going to take your heart out of your chest and stomp on it," Sergio informs him, pretending to stomp on something.
"She's going to turn it into a butchering of your heart," I add in.
"She's going to...," Chance starts. Michael pushes his way out of Chance's grip, looking at all four of us in disgust. Oh no.
"You guys have no right to say that about her," he defends her, a hurt tone in his voice. His voice is also louder now.
"But she hurt you before," Sergio retaliates. He does have a point there.
"And you think it was her choice to leave!?! If you would have let me finish, I would have told you that her dad made her leave and break up with me to try to get out of fucking forcing himself on her. But no, oh no, she's a devil who loves to see everyone suffer," he snaps, running a hand through his hair. All of our jaws drop, our eyes wide. He is literally fuming.
"Michael...," I hum sympathetically, stepping towards him. He glares and turns around to go search for Brynn, whether she's his girlfriend or girl friend. The rest of us just look at each other. We messed up.
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Brynn's POV
I've been trying to mentally avoid the fact that I hurt Michael. It hurts me to think that I hurt him. It hurts me to think I made him cry. It hurts me to remember that day, but it's stuck vividly in my memory.
I didn't want to ask him how he reacted to everything. I honestly don't want to know. It would hurt me either way, seeing that he could move on that quickly or seeing him hurt. From what the boys were saying, it was bad.
They all see me as some type of devil, which hurts, bad. I love all of them, in a friendly way of course. Their opinions still matter to me, even if mine don't to them. I'm curled up in some random bush I decided to hide in. I just don't want to get out right now.
"Brynn!" I hear someone call, Michael. I probably should stay away. He doesn't need to know I'm here. I don't want to tear apart the band in any way, and I can feel that the conversation going on wasn't the best.
"Brynn, I'm really worried! Please come out," he begs, a pleading tone lacing his voice. I cave in, slowly crawling out of the bushes.
"I'm right here," I announce, whipping some leaves off of my butt.
"Shoot, I was so worried," he automatically hugs me, resting his head on top of mine. I hug him back, obviously.
"I ran out like 5 minutes ago," I attempt to laugh, but the laugh comes out as more of a snort-sniffle.
"It was twenty minutes ago, and you're you," he whispers, kissing my forehead.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, not in a harsh way, but in a genuine way of wanting to know information.
"It means you're beautiful, and there a lot of people out there who want to take advantage of that," he lets me know, and I start blushing like crazy before hiding my face in his chest.
"What did the guys think?" I frown, and he shrugs.
"I got upset with them and left. I wouldn't know," he answers, wrapping an arm around me. "We should go get some ice cream." Michael completely changes the subject, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
"We'd be out in public," I frown. It seems as if he gets an idea.
"We have some in the fridge. Lets go," he pulls me along, leading me into the house and back into the kitchen quietly to try to take some ice cream. I sit on a little stool, seeing Michael pull out the ice cream. It's a mystery how that guy is so captivating doing anything and everything.
"What flavors are there?" I ask, partially drifting out of it.
"We only have basic chocolate and vanilla," he explains.
"Can I have one scoop of each please?" I ask, making him nod. He gets me an ice cream cone and hands it over to me.
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We've managed to avoid all of the other boys by camping it out in a treehouse in the backyard. The rest of the boys are inside along with their girlfriends. Michael and I are just having a fun time.
"Stop," I giggle as Michael tickles my sides and sprinkles light kisses across my face.
"Make me," he teases, throwing in a wink at the end.
"I can arrange that," I smirk, catching him completely off guard. Using this opportunity, I turn us over so I'm now hovering over him. He still looks shocked. I place a hand on his chest.
"What are you doing?" he asks, a small smile on his face after getting himself back together.
"We never finished what we started back in the waiting room," I remind him, both of my hands resting on his chest now with myself partially hovering over him. It only takes around five seconds for him to sit up and connect our lips. It's as if right when that happens, a hatch to the treehouse exit/ entrance opens.
"The guys and I wanted to talk to you," Drew interrupts us, and I groan out loud. It's not at the fact that they want to talk to us, but we were interrupted once again. The two of us walk down to see all of the boys standing there nervously. What a role reversal.
"All four of us are sorry. We assumed the worst and thought you'd hurt our friend again for pleasure without even knowing the full story. You never wanted to leave in the first place. It's not fair of us to do this to you, either of you. All four of us apologize greatly," Chance speaks for the whole group, and I walk over and hug them, all four of them. Michael looks happy watching from the sidelines.
"I missed you guys too, and I'm sorry for anything I said or did to hurt you, especially at the GIMA's," I break down, giving all of them a group hug. I beckon Michael over, and all of us stand there, hugging, like a perfect family.
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I'm reaaaally tired but I couldn't not update tonight that would be barbaric considering I couldn't update all weekend
This chapter is crap I'm sorry I'm tired
I really want to write something sad but nothing sad is happening smh
