Um. Hi! I'm back! Sorry I haven't been updating,its just been so hectic lately! But its okay now, I have updated. Lets just get straight into it, shall we?
Mias POV-
Pain. Blinding pain. That's the first thing I felt. I had such a hangover the thought of opening my eyes made me groan,. I think I'll just lie here for now. But how nice of Lars to bring me home, considering the state I was in. I hope I didn't drool on him, you know, when he carried me to the OMG that would be embarassing. I braved openng my eyes, and nearly had a heart attack. Not because of the pain that coursed through my body when I did, I hardly even noticed that. What I did notice was I was not in my apartment. I was not in the loft. Hell, I wasn't even in the godamn plaza with freakin Grandmere. I was at Micheals. Yep. The only question is.. how did I get here? Didn't Lars stop him? Where was Lars? And why, oh why, was I in Micheals bed. Oh please God, please let nothing of gone down last night. I slowly got up, ignoring the throbbing pain behind my eyes, and made my way toward the door that led to the living room. At least I thought it did. There were two doors in this room, one to the right and one right in front of me. I really hoped I was going into the living room,because walking in on Micheal getting changed might of just pushed me over the cliff I was dangling from.
I opened the door slowly, and peeked inside. Living room! I wanted to do a little happ dance but didn't think it was apropriate. Just now I reaalised I wasn't wearing y clubbing clothes, oh no, I was wearing one of Micheals old t-shirts. But not just any old one, my favourite. This is too much for.. oh my god is it really only 8am? Wasn't I singing on kareoke at about 12am? I've had less than 7 hours sleep. Brilliant. I have totally screwed my sleeping pattern. Oh well, bigger things are happening right now. Looking around the dark room (why did Tina have to get married at christmas? I get the romance, but really? It's dark for waaaaay too long in winter) I saw an incredibly handsome lump on the couch, snoring slightly. Oh, well that at least eases any thought I had that we slept together. I decided to snoop around a minute before I woke him up and asked him, not very politely, what was I doing here. Looking around, I noticed his bookshelves and tiptoed over to have a look what he was reading.
Oh.
Wow.
All the books I'd written were on here. Each all clearly thumbed through,as the spines were cracked and looking old, though one of them had only came out a couple of weeks ago. Maybe.. maybe he did care? Maybe he did regret what he did, and all those calls and messages, saying he was sorry... did he mean them? That was two years ago, and by the look of his bookshelf, he was still thinking about me, just as I was him. It would be a lie if I said I hadn't checked up on him once in a while on google (okay I had Google Alert on him, shoot me). Just then he stirred in his sleep, interupting my thoughts. He didn't wake up though.
What am I doing here? Standing here in the middle of the apartment of the guy who broke my heart by cheating on me? The word 'cheated' snapped me back into reality. This wasn't a fairy tale. He hadn't 'magically changed', and he never would. I wouldn't be lied to again, not like J.P lied to me. No way. And I was not just going to set myself up for heartbreak. Walking back into the bedroom, I got changed, avoiding a shower in case it woke him up, and caused the encounter I was hoping to never have. Because really? I didn't need to have it. I was done. I realised that as soon as I saw him making out with Judith, but I hadn't truly accepted it until now. The shock of seeing him, speaking to him, kissing him.. it had brought it all back. It brought back all the memories of dancing at graduation with him, of watching star wars with him for 5 hours straight. But it also brought back everyting else. All the heartbreak,the arguments, the lonely nights I'd spent weeping into my pillow after he'd stormed out the apartment in a mood. And honestly? I didn't need that. Not now, not ever.
Finding a piece of paper, I wrote down an explanation as to where I'd gone, so that he didn't worry,and got changed into my stuff from last night, leaving his t shirt on the bed. Picking up my cell, I phoned Lars and told him where to pick me up. The suprised tone in his voic didn't go unmissed, and I'd tell him all about it. Some time. About 10 minutes later, my cell vibrated, signalling my ride was here. I snuck out into the living room,careful not to be heard, and looked around. This was the last time I was gonna see the place. I looked at Micheal and walked out, because the tears had started to come, and I could not be bothered with them. I opened the door, had one last look at Micheal,and closed the door. Forever.
A/N; So,pretty depressing chapter, but guys don't worry it's not ending on such a low note! There will be more! *pretty poor imitation of the terminator* I will be back.
