Okay, NO IDEA, what happened with the last time I tried to post this chapter but it just went weird posting loads of letters and numbers but anyway hopefully it wont screw up this time.

All I really wrote in the last A/N was I am sorry I haven't updated this in like 6 months...woops, school, exams and life just all caught up with me at once, but anyway, thanks to taylorandhannah, for being my beta and writing awesome stories, go check 'em out! Okay so, on with Chapter 5!

(Michael's POV)

Okay, now we're sitting here in silence again. I just need to get it out. Now she's looking at me again. Just lie, she won't notice. I need to say something. Why isn't she saying anything?

Duh, her boyfriend just broke up with her, idiot.

"Christine, uh, I really need to talk to you about, uh, earlier."

Oh god, you've done it now.

So now I'm just sitting here, staring again as she tries to answer that. I know she probably doesn't want to talk about this right now but we need to. We're best friends for God's sake.

"You, um, you really don't need to Michael, just don't worry about it."

Okay, that's good. Just don't worry about it. Is that good? No. I need to see how she feels. Come on dude, man up.

"But, I kinda need to know how you feel, Chrissy."

(Christine's POV)

Of course he needs to know how I feel! Your best friend just told you that he loves you! That's kind of a big deal!

"Y-you want to know how I feel?"

"Yeah."

Why does this silence keep returning? God, I hate this. This is possibly the most awkward thing that has happened between us since...well...ever. Wait, it's your turn. He asked you to tell him how you felt! But, I don't know how I feel! Ugh, this is awful.

"I...I can't answer that right now, Michael."

(Michael's POV)

"What do you mean you can't answer that?"

Okay, did not mean for that to come out so rudely. She's going to kill me.

God, Michael, you're such an idiot.

"It means that I'm so confused, heartbroken and just plain scared that I'm not exactly sure what the hell I'm feeling right now, Michael! It means that there are so many things happening that I can only focus on one thing at a time and that I should not need to be thinking about whether I love you or not!"

And with that last, horrid sentence, she runs past me, out of the house. All I can do is put my head in my hands and think.

(Christine's POV)

As I run out, I see Angela and Hodgins still by the front door.

No.

They heard everything, didn't they? Oh my god, I'm never stepping foot in this house again without feeling humiliated out of my mind.

"Sweetie, are you okay? Did something happen with Jake?" Angela's words bring me out of my thoughts.

"I-I'm sorry, I need to go." I noticed the break in my voice and realised I was dangerously close to crying.

I need to get out of here.

So, I run past them both despite their requests that I stay. I just couldn't stay. Don't ask me why, though. Everything just became so overwhelming that I had to go. So, I got in my car, away from the drama.

(Michael's POV)

"MICHAEL STACCATO VINCENT HODGINS, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"

Oh god, that's not good. My mom shouting is never good. She'll probably kill me one day.

"Mom, just please don't, okay? I realise that it was a stupid thing to say, but I seem to be having a lot of those idiotic outbursts lately, don't I?"

"Okay, I feel like I'm missing something." My dad finally spoke up.

"Michael told Christine that he loves her."

I shot a glare at my mom.

"Well, it's taken you years to."

"Yeah, but judging by the way Christine looked, I don't think that it helped. I thought you guys were going out to dinner?"

I watched them share a nervous glance and my mom shot my dad a 'don't-you-dare-say-anything' face.

My dad seemed to ignore that notion when he said, "Your mother wanted to hear what you guys were saying to make sure you didn't do anything stupid."

"Mom! You don't trust me to have my own conversations?"

"Well, obviously I shouldn't, look what you did!"

That certainly shut me up.

I got up from my chair, "I'm going upstairs. I-I need to go call Christine, or, I don't know, something."

"Michael-"

"Mom, please just leave it, okay?"

My mom's face drops. I mean, I know she cares about both me and Christine, but I kinda need to do this on my own. I walk upstairs, collapse on my bed, close my eyes, and let out a much needed sigh.

(Christine's POV)

I finally let my tears fall, and I never cry. I mean, never. Not even when I broke my arm climbing a tree when I was 12, and that hurt, a lot. I seriously scared my parents when Michael ran into the house to get them.

Michael.

Damn him.

I need to be angry with him right now, but I can't help but smile when I think about everything he's done for me since we were born.

When I was 5, a boy named Preston stole my juice box at school. Michael gave me his, then pushed Preston into the sandbox to make me feel better.

When I was 8, some girls at school wouldn't let me play with them so he stayed with me instead of playing soccer with his friends after school.

When I was 12, I fell out of that tree and broke my arm. He came with me to the hospital and kept saying he was sorry for daring me to climb it in the first place. He pretty much became my personal slave for the whole summer, even though he didn't have to. I mean, it's not like I broke my leg or anything. Still, I have to admit it was fun to see 13 year old Michael Hodgins running around after me like I was some sick puppy.

Those are just the stupid, childish little things that shouldn't matter. But they matter to me.

I've been sitting in this car for so long, crying about something so stupid, that I didn't realise that I'm still outside his house.

Should I go back in?

Maybe I should go back in there.

And say what? I mean, no doubt Angela or Jack would open the door, but what would I say to them? 'Sorry I may have just broken your son's heart, but may I come in?'

God, that would be so embarrassing. But, worse, what would I say to Michael?

I have no real reason to go back in there. I do want to carry on that conversation, I just panicked and ran out. That's a problem I have, running away from my problems the second I get scared and overwhelmed. I think I inherited that from my parents.

It's probably not a good idea to go back in now, we both need time to cool off over night.

I look at the time on the dashboard and see it's only 8:12pm. Great, by the time I get home, my parents will still be there and that's an interrogation waiting to happen. I need some time to get myself together. Just, not outside the Hodgins' home. I start the car and drive down the lit street, deciding to drive around for a bit.

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