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AVA POV

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Michael wraps me in a tight hug crying.

"Why are you crying?" I ask.

"Because I missed you so much." He cried.

"I missed you too Mikey." I say.

"I thought you left me forever. I couldn't live without you." He says.

"Yes. Yes you can live without me." I say.

He lets go of me and kisses me. I kiss him back smiling.

I just came back and we were in his house.

"I love you Michael and you know that I will never leave you. Ever." I say grabbing him into another kiss.

"I love you too. And because I love you. I have to tell you something important." He says not looking in my eyes.

"Which is?" I ask.

"We should get settled first right? You just came back." He said.

"Uh they are coming with your stuff right now." He says.

"I'm gonna miss being neighbors with Ashely. At least I can still talk to her over the phone." I sigh.

I put my hand in my pocket remembering there was still a rose in there from Tom. All of that felt like a dream ages ago. When it only happened a few hours ago. I grabbed Michael by his collar and I brought him in for a deep kiss. But he stopped me.

"Whats wrong?" I ask confuses.

"Im going to tell you now. Just sit on the couch and I will come back with some tea." He says nervously.

Why is he acting like this? What happened since I was gone. He flew to the moon and back?! He is acting like that anyway!

I sit on the couch impaitently. Michael comes back 15 minutes later of fidgeting with my hair and clothes. He placed the tray on the coffee table and offered me some. I was starving. I haven't eaten anything in like hours. I chopped down on the cake and some fruits and I wash it down with tea.

"You must have been really hungry." He says.

"Yeah." I say.

He looks down in his lap.

"You have every right to hate me after I explain this." He says.

"I would never hate you Michael." I say.

"And I want you to be aware I didn't know what was going on. And I was under the influence of drugs." He says.

"I thought you said you would stop taking drugs!" I say getting up.

"No. I mean I was drunk." He says.

"Oh." I say sitting back down.

"I was devasted that you left and I checked all over town for you but I couldn't find you and so I went to a bar and I started drinking and the next thing I knew..." He tries to say.

"I-I." He tries to say.

He starts gaging.

"I had sex with Madonna." He coughed out.

I look at him for a while.

"That is a hilarious joke. Now seriously tell me what happened." I say laughing.

When I look back at him I see his face looking dead serious. In his eyes I see fear , despreration, and love.

I lay back on the couch and I slouch.

"Ava. Are you okay." He asks me.

He tries to touch me but I move from his touch.

He looked down.

"Ava. You don't understand how sorry I am." He said.

I start laughing. I laugh hesterically. I start uncontrollably laughing.

I stop laughing.

"Ava." Michael says.

"Don't. Don't even. Try." I say.

"Even under the influence of drugs I would have never done that." I say.

"But you know what. I forgive you." I say.

He sighs with relief. Relaxing a little.

"I hope you and Madonna have a happy relationship." I say getting up.

"What the- No! Ava." He says.

He grabs my wrist before I could run away.

"Michael. I don't know what I feel honestly. But I truly feel hurt." I say letting my hot tears gush out.

"And I feel like crap at the bottom of a shoe stuck with gum on it." He said.

I laugh at this and I wipe my tears on my sleeve.

"Can I just go?" I ask.

"Promise me you will come back." He says.

"I don't think you're in any situation to be asking me that." I say.

"Please?" He begged.

"Maybe." I say.

He lets go of my wrist and I start walking out the door.

 When I get home I see nothing but my bed. Looks like they already got here before I did. I lay on my bed and I look all over my wall there the posters still were. I smiled comforted by the posters. I got up and I kissed every one of them. 

Had I already forgave him already? No. I just miss him. I guess his punishment could be from seeing me. But it would be mine too.

Something pokes me in my pocket and I take out the rose. It was crushed but it was still vibrant and beautiful. I held it to my chest and breathed out. I couldn't believe this was from Norway.

I got up and I noticed I was crying. Why do I have to be so weak?! I grab my pillow and I scream in it. I hated this. I wish we had a happily ever after. Me and Michael. Nothing more. No obstacles to get through. Just us.

My screaming turned into sobs and I hated Madonna. I hated Norway. I hated Tom. I hated the media. I hated people. I couldn't find more things to hate so I just cried more. I was frustrated with myself and with Michael. I couldn't take this stress. Maybe I really couldn't handle this. I think I should just. End it. The thought of it made me sob way more. Until my heart throbbed. 

 Michael wraps me in a tight hug crying.

"Why are you crying?" I ask.

"Because I missed you so much." He cried.

"I missed you too Mikey." I say.

"I thought you left me forever. I couldn't live without you." He says.

"Yes. Yes you can live without me." I say.

He lets go of me and kisses me. I kiss him back smiling.

I just came back and we were in his house.

"I love you Michael and you know that I will never leave you. Ever." I say grabbing him into another kiss.

"I love you too. And because I love you. I have to tell you something important." He says not looking in my eyes.

"Which is?" I ask.

"We should get settled first right? You just came back." He said.

"Uh they are coming with your stuff right now." He says.

"I'm gonna miss being neighbors with Ashely. At least I can still talk to her over the phone." I sigh.

I put my hand in my pocket remembering there was still a rose in there from Tom. All of that felt like a dream ages ago. When it only happened a few hours ago. I grabbed Michael by his collar and I brought him in for a deep kiss. But he stopped me.

"Whats wrong?" I ask confuses.

"Im going to tell you now. Just sit on the couch and I will come back with some tea." He says nervously.

Why is he acting like this? What happened since I was gone. He flew to the moon and back?! He is acting like that anyway!

I sit on the couch impatiently. Michael comes back 15 minutes later of fidgeting with my hair and clothes. He placed the tray on the coffee table and offered me some. I was starving. I haven't eaten anything in like hours. I chopped down on the cake and some fruits and I wash it down with tea.

"You must have been really hungry." He says.

"Yeah." I say.

He looks down in his lap.

"You have every right to hate me after I explain this." He says.

"I would never hate you Michael." I say.

"And I want you to be aware I didn't know what was going on. And I was under the influence of drugs." He says.

"I thought you said you would stop taking drugs!" I say getting up.

"No. I mean I was drunk." He says.

"Oh." I say sitting back down.

"I was devastated that you left and I checked all over town for you but I couldn't find you and so I went to a bar and I started drinking and the next thing I knew..." He tries to say.

"I-I." He tries to say.

He starts gagging.

"I had sex with Madonna." He coughed out.

I look at him for a while.

"That is a hilarious joke. Now seriously tell me what happened." I say laughing.

When I look back at him I see his face looking dead serious. In his eyes I see fear , despreration, and love.

I lay back on the couch and I slouch.

"Ava. Are you okay." He asks me.

He tries to touch me but I move from his touch.

He looked down.

"Ava. You don't understand how sorry I am." He said.

I start laughing. I laugh hysterically. I start uncontrollably laughing.

I stop laughing.

"Ava." Michael says.

"Don't. Don't even. Try." I say.

"Even under the influence of drugs I would have never done that." I say.

"But you know what. I forgive you." I say.

He sighs with relief. Relaxing a little.

"I hope you and Madonna have a happy relationship." I say getting up.

"What the- No! Ava." He says.

He grabs my wrist before I could run away.

"Michael. I don't know what I feel honestly. But I truly feel hurt." I say letting my hot tears gush out.

"And I feel like crap at the bottom of a shoe stuck with gum on it." He said.

I laugh at this and I wipe my tears on my sleeve.

"Can I just go?" I ask.

"Promise me you will come back." He says.

"I don't think you're in any situation to be asking me that." I say.

"Please?" He begged.

"Maybe." I say.

He lets go of my wrist and I start walking out the door.

When I get home I see nothing but my bed. Looks like they already got here before I did. I lay on my bed and I look all over my wall there the posters still were. I smiled comforted by the posters. I got up and I kissed every one of them.

Had I already forgave him already? No. I just miss him. I guess his punishment could be from seeing me. But it would be mine too.

Something pokes me in my pocket and I take out the rose. It was crushed but it was still vibrant and beautiful. I held it to my chest and breathed out. I couldn't believe this was from Norway.

I guess I can stay over at Ashely's with her older brother who was 19. What ever happened to her parents though. She just lived with her brother.

I got up and I noticed I was crying. Why do I have to be so weak?! I grab my pillow and I scream in it. I hated this. I wish we had a happily ever after. Me and Michael. Nothing more. No obstacles to get through. Just us.

My screaming turned into sobs and I hated Madonna. I hated Norway. I hated Tom. I hated the media. I hated people. I couldn't find more things to hate so I just cried more. I was frustrated with myself and with Michael. I couldn't take this stress. Maybe I really couldn't handle this. I think I should just. End it. The thought of it made me sob way more. Until my heart throbbed.