Okay but the picture is so cute and its going to represent this chapter because fuck it I live for that picture okay.

LIKE ITS JUST TOO CUTE I WANT THAT T_T

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Michael woke up with a minor headache, his cheeks felt sticky and dry from his crying last night and he was really hoping he wouldn't remember it but he did.

He still smelled like the bar and that bugged him, he noticed Isaac wasn't on his bed or next to him, which made him feel sad.

Tears started to swell his eyes and he bit his lip hard not wanting to cry.

It took all his will power to keep those tears from falling and they still fell, it wasn't because of Nick. This was Isaac, he blew it with Isaac and he knew it. He regrets kissing him so much, he wants to go back in time and tell himself not to go to that club.

Isaac was different to him, Isaac wasn't another Nick. He was different and it made him so mad at himself.

He realized that if he just shut up Isaac wouldn't have had such a bad panic attack and wouldn't have to go to therapy or have to deal with his own stupid decisions.

"Its my fault. This is all my fault!" He hiccuped, trying to fight back his sobs and screams. His cries and his pain.

"It's okay..." He jumped, wiping his eyes frantically and trying to stop crying as Isaac leaned against the wall.

"I-I didn't k-know y-you were in h-here-"

"I just walked in when you said that, I was getting some food."

"O-Oh.." He looked down, mentally slapping himself as Isaac sat next to him. He didn't smell like the bar though, he probably took a shower.

"What's up Mike?" The boy sighed, sitting in front of him now and Michael had to force himself not to make eye contact.

"What even happened last night, Michael. Who was that Nick guy and why such the history?"

"I cried for months because of him." Michael's voice cracked at the thought.

"I was friends with him for a while, and we got close. A-And I liked him so one night I just kissed him and right after he just left when I woke up..."

"Every time I tried to contact him he wouldn't answer and he just ignored me, it really fucking hurt because he was the first guy I liked and then last night happened and all the pain came flooding back and I was mad at him and hurt."

He swallowed hard, he clenched his eyes shut and let the tears fall again. Isaac saw how hurt he looked and he didn't like it. But he had to ask.

"Why did you kiss me?"

Everything was silent, Michael was staring straight down at the sheets and his brain couldn't make out the words. He felt as if his throat was clogged as his heart pounded against his chest.

"I don't care about your sexuality, Michael. Just because I'm supposingly Christian doesn't mean I hate gays..." He continued on, not really knowing where he was taking this.

"I won't tell anyone if you are. Your secrets safe with me, I promise. I just want to know why you kissed me the other night; drunk words and actions but you still have sober thoughts... and you clearly remember last night."

Michael bit his tongue, taking a moment to just sink it in. All he could do was just hope now, thats all he can really do at this point.

He slowly looked up at Isaac, his eyes finally meeting the creamy brown ones as a lump formed in his throat. He forced it down and stopped biting his tongue, taking in a breath.

"I-I like you.." He admitted, a weight suddenly lifting off his chest. "I really like you." He watched Isaac carefully, looking for any signs of rejection. But he found the boy blushing fiercely and trying to find words.

Thats his hope.

Thats his hope right there.

"I-I really like y-you too... Just d-don't tell my mom..." He giggled, Michael's eyes lit up as soon as he processed the words and tackled the boy to the bed. Making the younger boy squeal as the older lad kissed his cheek repeatedly.

"Thank fucking God holy shit!" Michael laughed, feeling so relieved that he was shaking and he just felt so happy.

Isaac giggled and shushed him before getting up and locking the door so someone didn't walk in on them being all close and giggly.

"God if it were Thanksgiving right now I'd have a better thanks then 'I'm thankful for pizza'."

Isaac snorted as he sat next to him, soon stopping once Michael tackled him into another hug. He left kisses all over the boy's neck and jawline.

"You smell good." Michael muffled into his neck, making the boy blush again.

"Well you smell like alcohol go take a shower." He joked making Michael whine.

"But thats so much work!" Michael complained. making him mentally facepalm at how childish this was.

"Go" he dragged on the 'o' and shoved Michael in the direction of the bathroom.

"No" he mimicked Isaac and pulled the sheets over him. Isaac laughed and laid directly on top of him making the boy grunt.

"Fine," he pouted and shoved Isaac a bit so he fell on the bed next to him then crawled to the bathroom.

He laughed loudly when seeing Michael crawling to the bathroom then head butting the door to close it. He then climbed onto his own bed, grabbing his laptop and earbuds and leaning against the wall so his head was by the window.

He listened to music on Spotify while he logged into Wattpad. He bit his lip and looked over his profile, he went onto his account settings and redid his bio.

Then he decided to read a bit, biting his sleeve as he read. He sang to the song playing softly.

"Running through the parking lot, he chased me and he wouldn't stop. Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it! Grabbed my hair and pushed me down, took the words right out my mouth. Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it!"

He giggled when a cute part of the book happened and took the necklace Michael gave him out from under his shirt and played with the beads as he continued to read.

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, like it has been for a while since he kept getting a lot of notifications from the fans who actually care for him.

What did they even say in that video?

He thought, gnawing at this lip. He went onto youtube, and clicked on the video he saw yesterday.

His siblings sat in the living room, the other boys there too. Jordan started out with a sigh.

"Greetings fellow Adventurers this is Venturian with BethanyFrye, ImmortalKyodai, Ashton, Luke, Calum, and Michael and today...we have some news about HomelessGoomba.."

"So he has been in less videos recently as you all know and he hasn't really been posting anything on his social media."

"He's been really...sort of distant with us except for Bethany and recently we've been checking through comments and things you've been sending him. We checked through his Instagram and all we really see are just harmful comments and we think its just bringing him down a lot and thats why he's not wanting to be in videos."

Jordan cleared his throat, only for Cierra to speak up now.

"So the other night, he was in his shared room with Michael..."

Michael waved sadly at the camera, hugging the All Time Low pillow he must've brought down. He looked tired and sad.

"...and Calum said he had walked in because he had heard Michael up since it was around midnight, he said he asked Isaac a question after catching him singing and-"

"He had an anxiety attack. A really, really bad anxiety attack." Bethany choked on her words, and the room went silent for a couple seconds.

"Yeah...he's in the hospital right now, the Doctor's said that it was probably the worst he's ever heard and he said its probably because he was under a lot of stress." Ashton said.

"It confuses me why all of you would say all those things to him... He loves you guys a lot and all those comments will sure enough make him think he should leave.... The channel isn't the same without him..." Bethany spoke, looking down at her lap and everyone was silent again.

"We'll update you guys on him soon...until then leave a like, comment, and we will see you next time." Jordan saluted, getting up and shutting off the camera.

He closed his laptop, getting out his phone and going through the comments.

They probably deleted the hateful comments from his phone while he was passed out. Michael came out of the bathroom, his hair damp. He climbed onto Isaac's bed, laying on his back and wrapping his arms around his waist.

Isaac grunted and turned so that he was laying on his back and Michael wrapped his arms around him, pulling the boy close and holding him tightly.

They laid there for a while, cuddling and sharing small glances until Michael lifted up the boy's chin and pressed his lips to Isaac's.

Isaac felt his face heat up, he's never going to get used to that. But he felt the electricity and sparks. His heart was beating fast and as cheesy and cliché as it sounds.

He felt like he meant something to someone, and he did. He meant so much to Michael, thats why he let that tear slip last night in the bar.

Cause has soon as Nick laid a hand on him, he felt so jealous and felt like he lost Isaac to Nick.

He moved a bit and left open mouth kisses on the boy's lips. Isaac laughed and blushed at this since yet again he wasn't ever going to get used to this.

They soon stopped when there was a knock at the door, them both groan and share a couple more kisses.

"Open up lazy asses, Isaac you have your first therapy session in an hour." Luke knocked again.

"Great..." Isaac sighed.