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fourteen

(Besides, Michael wasn't very normal anyway; that's one thing he'll admit freely.)

And it wasn't a big deal. Michael could handle a little pain.

       Later, Michael was thinking a lot more than he should. Again. This time, though, it was about Luke—which shouldn't be much of a surprise anymore; too much of his mind decided that it needed to make room for Luke in his everyday thoughts. That's not how Michael works. He does not put some silly, attractive, annoying guy before sports and achievement.

He didn't mean to go off on Luke like that. Calum wasn't even coming over, Michael was just in a mood and took it out on him and said something that he figured would make Luke upset. The boy knew Michael so well already and it'd only been two and a half months. Michael felt like he didn't know Luke very well at all.

He didn't want Luke to leave. He didn't even want Luke to hang out with Penelope, if he's being honest. She was a girl and Luke likes girls and—Michael shouldn't be thinking about relationships at all.

That's one thing he forgot was one his list of problems that seemed to be piling up lately. Forgetting about it made Michael wonder if he was even in the friendship with Luke for the attention anymore. Which, it seems he isn't. There's just no way to tell Luke without making him more upset than he already is. Again, because of Michael.

Sitting quietly in his bed and staring up at the ceiling, Michael jumped when he heard his father shouting for him from what seemed to be downstairs. His dad hadn't said anything about school when he got home, which was reassuring. Michael also had a better chance of not being caught because Daryl always stays a little later than the students, just like a lot of the teachers. Things looked pretty good, to say the least.

All while walking slowly to try not to slip down the wood stairs, Michael had a smile on his face despite wanting to freak out all day because one thing finally went his way.

Seeing Michael enter the dining room, Daryl straightened his posture, looked at him with disapproval in his eye, and said, "Luke said he couldn't find you today." Okay, so maybe Michael lied. Things don't look very good. "And I got a call from the school that you were absent."

Michael tried not to swear at himself in front of his father, which proved incredibly difficult because, how the hell did he forget that the school calls your parents when you're not there?

"Yes, well, the obvious explanation is—" he began, then quickly turned to run out of the room. He had one foot past the entryway before he heard his father's voice.

"Michael Gordon!" Fuck, he knows that voice; maybe skipping wasn't such a good idea.

And, yeah, his dad is a nice guy, and he's probably the best father that Michael could've ever been born to, but certain things do not get past him. This was one of those things.

With his eyes squeezed shut, Michael turned around and tensed when peeking through one eye to see the older man with a harsh expression. "I'm...sorry?"

Unamused, Daryl shook his head. "You know well that you're not."

"Well, you weren't going to let me stay home, so," Michael sassed, immediately relaxing his body only to become defensive. It wasn't a good idea, but he didn't seem to be having too many of those lately. Why not add to the list?

"You never asked, Michael."

Suddenly, Michael's attitude deflated as he thought about what he realized early. No, Dad, I didn't. Because I'm supposed to be tough, is what Michael wanted to say, just to egg him on more. But, what he actually did tell his father wasn't very tough at all. Once again, he's weakweakweak.

"Because I knew you'd find it stupid and tell me to suck it up! I just wanted to take a break from everything." Michael lowered his voice as soon as it cracked in the slightest and looked up at his dad, finally admitting, "I don't know what's wrong with me, Dad."

"Nothing is wrong with you, boy," Daryl sighed. "Did anything happen on Saturday?"

Michael calmed down long enough to sit at the dining table, and then slumped his shoulders again. He stared at the food in front of him, shrugging, "No—I mean, yeah. We lost."

"Besides losing," his dad clarified with a roll of his eyes. "You know, if you don't tell me I could ground you for longer than I'm already planning to."

"You can't ground me for my feelings!" Michael yelled jokingly, his dad chuckling when a fry was sent his way.

"I can for skipping school," the older man shrugged, eating the fry that landed directly in front of him. "Just tell me what happened. You can trust me."

"But you're my dad and it's weird," Michael whined. He lay his head down on the table, propping himself on top of his arms.

In Michael's opinion, it really shouldn't be this weird to talk to his dad about what's happening inside of his mind, or in his everyday life that's got him so worked up lately. Especially if the man has acted as both parental figures and his coach for practically Michael's whole life. But it is, it felt strange. Like the things he felt or thought would get shot down.

He could get over it though, right? He'll try. "It's, like—I know I always get kind of sad and stuff after bad games, but this time I just...I freaked out. Like, really bad."

"Oh, okay," Daryl said. "Might have to learn how to get out of your own head during games, then." Michael tried not to cry. For the past forty-eight hours, that's become kind of normal. But, what Michael wasn't used to was how much it actually hurt to have your current anxiety dismissed by just being your fault. Or, that's what his dad implied.

Michael knew this would happen. He knew that his dad wouldn't acknowledge that his son had a mental flaw.

The world still isn't on his side.

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I CUT THIS OFF AT A WEIRD TIME BUT I NEEDED A BUNCH OF STUFF TO HAPPEN NEXT CHAPTER michaels mind is also everywhere srry

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