AN: lol so this is terrible, but i really wanted to do some michellie today. So, here you go! :D (P.S. I didn't read over it, i like skimmed it, so sorry for any grammar mess ups. :P)

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Nellie walked quickly through the hallway, head down, eyes burning with tears. She could feel it. She could feel the eyes wandering, locking on her when she came into view. Nellie's desire to run was boiling over the edge. To her, it'd be so much easier… To run from it all. Sadly, she'd been doing that all her life, running from everything that scared her the slightest bit: Friends, family, emotions. It frightened her that they would all ruin her someday. So, she steered clear, simple as that. Soon, she had joined the Glee Club. Nellie felt accepted, even loved, by the people she had met in the small club. She found it the only place for comfort anymore. Now, in the hallway, she knew what was coming. The storm was rolling her way, and she wanted to be out of it's way when it finally got her. Not to mention, her day had been horrible so far: Parents fighting, failed quizzes, hurtful remarks. They all filled her A.M. schedule.

Then she felt it. The cold, bitter ice washed over her face, clumping in her hair and drenching her shirt. Once she gasped due to the cold nipping at her face, everyone burst into laughter. Well, from what she could tell. The cold ice conflicted with the hot tears, which were now fully streaming down her face. Finally, she let her desire be fulfilled. Her legs carried her down the rest of the hall, the laughter growing quieter as the bathroom door swung shut behind her. Soon after, Nellie was overcome with anger. Why did this have to happen to her? Why?

As if the world was trying to make her day worse, something… Or someone, interrupted Nellie's thoughts, "Hey. Are you alright?" Nellie knew that voice. Oh, how she knew that voice. Michael. Long, long ago, in the medieval times of middle school, one would say they were friends. Best friends. But now, they were separated by the High School Popular Code of Conduct. Michael chose the group of children that would torture Nellie's status at school. They just didn't realize they's be washing her car ten years from now, while the world begged her for more… At least, that's what she wanted.

She was so into her thoughts, she had forgot to reply to Michael, and now he was at her side, touching her arm lightly. "Well? Are you?"

Nellie tried to wipe her eyes, only to get red dye stuck inside them, "Yeah, yeah I'm-OW, OKAY, NO." Michael's hand flew up, wiping her eyes gently with a paper towel. "Uhm, thanks… I-I'm fine, i guess." She turned away from the boy, glaring at her face in the mirror, and then, like magic, Michael grabbed the sides of her arms and turned her towards him again. "Nellie, you're stunning, don't think you're not."

Laughter escaped her mouth, "You don't have to lie, Michael. I'm no-," Something warm had hit her face before she could finish, and it took her a few seconds to figure out it was Michael's lips upon hers. Out of hesitation, she pulled back, "What the heck was that?"

"I never stopped thinking about you, Nellie. Ever since our friendship back in middle school, I… I love you."

Her eyes widened, "Really?"

"Really. Fuck the status quo. I love you."

"I'm glad you feel the same, then." With that, she grabbed his hand and skipped out into the hallway, not caring if the red stained her shirt. All she could care about now was showing everyone that it didn't matter who you were, love is all you need to get by.

Thoughts?