Star || M,C

4

Michael didn't die. He wanted to, but he didn't. He only took a drug to knock him out- to temporarily kill the voices haunting his sleep. He likes to think he won. But it's like the Trojan War. Him winning is a lie, it was a trick the whole damn time.

He really needed to get his mind to a better place.

Michael was always at peace whenever he dyed his hair. He didn't know why- maybe the fumes were slowly killing his brain cells thus, ending his ability to think straight. Or because it was just something he loved to do.
So he did it.
~

"Chloe, I swear you're delusional. He was totally checking you out!" Morgan squeals to Chloe.

"Who? Ching-Chong? Not interested," she mumbles.

"Do you want to be alone all your life?" Morgan mumbles.

"Not really- but I don't need anyone to complete me. Boyfriends will drag me down. Studies show having a crush, boyfriend, or even husband makes you act not like yourself," Chloe chuckles, being her normal smart-ass self.

"You need your Prince Charming," Morgan murmurs.

"Life isn't a fairy tale."