*Michaels POV*

We are at school and Grace won't talk to me. I walk up to her and try to hug her.

"Don't touch me Michael!" She said and Bryce walked up to us.

"Is there a problem here?" He said holding Grace in his arms.

"Michael was just leaving." She said and they walked off.

"What was that about?" I asked one of her friends.

"Bryce talked her into believing that you and her don't deserve a second chance." Mary said.

"Thanks." I say and walk off.

*after School**

I get home and put my backpack down. I was up to my room and look out the window. Grace smiles and waves. I walk over to the window and close my curtains.

*Grace's POV*

Bryce was right! Michael DID only do that talent show for fun. He doesn't really love me. He loves the attention." I said to my mom as she cooked.

"Grace I'm not gonna sugarcoat this for you but... Your a dumb naive follower. That boy love you and your too damn dumb to see it! Bryce doesn't love you! He loves you 34D boobs and your v-card. Michael is a nice boy. Bryce is not. You really need to try and fix it." She yelles and storms out of the kitchen throwing her apron to the ground.

Its 3am and I decide to sneak over to Michaels house. I cross over the tree branch and went through his open window.

Awe he looks so cute asleep. I tap on his shoulder. He flinches but doesn't wake up. "Michael." I tap him again. He still didn't wake up. I wrote a note and put it on his nightstand. I kissed his forehead and left.

*Michael POV*

I heard Grace I just didn't feel like arguing. I look over at my night stand and theirs a note. "We just got a letter wonder who it's from?" I say to myself (Blues Clues).

Dear Michael,

I'm sorry for being so stupid and naive as my mother called me. I guess I'm not used to loving someone. I know you might look at this letter and say you don't care."

I ripped up the note and through it away. I'm not gonna stress myself out anymore over her bull. I could care less.

I couldn't fall back to sleep so I pulled out my notebook and apple laptop. I make a beat and start writing the lyrics.

Somebody shakes when the wind blows.

Somebody's missing a friend

Hold on, somebody's lacking a hero.

I went on and on then I sang it with my beat.

*The next day*

I look out my window at Grace starring at me. I hurry and close my curtains.

When I got in the chair Grace was knocking on my window.

"What?!" I ask.

"Did you read my note?" She asked.

"I through it away!" I said.

"Why?"

"Because I'm done with your crap! I don't forgive you and I never will! Go play with your boy toy." I say modding to Bryce waiting in the car for her. She walks off.

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