summary: the crumbled polaroid on the ground revealed the truth and some feelings.
a/n: aahh im so sorry for not updating!!! school and life has been so draining :( ive gotten so rusty with writing so i hope this isnāt horrible š
warnings: cheating, cursing, angst.
wc: 1k
It was 3:27 am. Who was ringing your door like a fucking mad man?
Grumbling, you got yourself up and pushed it open. To your sudden satisfaction, it was your boyfriend, Mike.
Widening your eyes, you questioned the lanky boy who had been standing out in the rain, fully drenched. That wasnāt the only thing that stood out to you though.
His eyes, bloodshot red while his nose was a furious shade of vermillion.
āMike, what are you doing here?ā You asked, as you ushered him into your house.
Sniffling he followed you in. Ushering off to get a towel for him, he held your wrist firmly.
Giving him a look of confusion and worry, he began to speak, not before immediately crying.
Not caring if you got wet, you pulled him into a hug and tried your best to comfort him. Whispering āitās okayā and āyou know Iām hereā repeatedly into his shivering figure.
A few minutes went by before Mike spoke up.
āY/n-ā Mike choked up, bursting into tears once again.
āMike? What is it?ā
You were met with no reply, the sounds of Mikeās sobs echoing through your ears again.
āY/n, Iām so sorry.ā Mike finally let out, slowly letting his head hang low.
What exactly was he sorry for? You were sure he had done nothing wrong from what you knew.
āSorry about what?ā
Wordlessly, Mike fished something out of his pocket. A crushed up polaroid hit the ground.
Picking said polaroid up, your look of confusion turned into a fury of different emotions. It was at a party of some sort you guessed. Mike was against the walls, arms wrapped around some girl while hers were upon his chest, making out.
You were silent.
Nothing ran through your head. You tried to convince yourself that he was just caught off guard, maybe even set up but no. The look on Mike's face gave it away. It wasnāt like he was surprised, no. He looked like himself.
The image looked normal. Well, minus the fact that your boyfriend was making out with another girl.
He had done the one thing he had promised he would never have done.
Cheat on you.
Mike turned his head away, trying to somehow shove his shame away. Trying to somehow ignore the scene upon him. Trying to somehow, somehow believe this all is a nightmare come alive.
Mike's pleads and apologies havenāt even made it through your ears. They all seemed like empty, useless words.
Feeling the warm sensation of your tears streaking your pained face, you think of how minutes earlier you were wiping away the tears of who you believed loved you.
You bring your hand up as an attempt to wipe your tears away. They were useless, the ugly sobs stuck in your throat erupting and making you a mess. Your knees grew weak and gave up on you.
Tossing the polaroid to god knows where, you just cry. You just fucking cry.
It felt like hours, but when you look up to distinguish the time, only five minutes had gone by. Five minutes of the two of you crying had gone by.
āMike, please leave.ā Your voice comes out croaky. You were surprised that you could compose a sentence without breaking down again.
āY/n-ā
āMike.ā
Mike's face contorts from frustration to helplessness. But, he accepts your decision. He knew the mental message you sent him. The message that you couldnāt say right now. Not verbally.
Mike wants to fight with you, at least to try and get you back but he knows heās lost.
Heās lost you.
Shamefully, Mike picks the tear stained polaroid and shoves it in his back pocket and heads for the front door.
āYou know Y/n. I really still love you. I really fucking do.ā
The sound of your door clicking had released the new streams of tears you tried so hard to push back.
Words couldnāt explain how you felt. You felt a mixture of multiple emotions. The feeling of nausea came to you, though you felt no need to regurgitate.
Through the door, Mike can hear your muffled, anguished sobs. He can hear the low whimpers you let out. He can practically feel the emotions radiating off you through the door.
Walking back to the black vehicle, he slams the door shut.
āYou didnāt have to make me do that, you know.ā Mike grumbles to his friend.
āY/n had a right to know.ā Jane scoffs.
āBut you could have kept it a secret!ā Mike exclaimed with frustration.
Mike was right. Jane could have kept it a secret but she didnāt.
She loved you too much.
āY/nās my best friend. Iām doing whatās best for her and you.ā
āAnd I thought we agreed it would be for the best if she didnāt know?ā
Staying silent, Jane doesnāt say anything. Sure, she agreed at first once seeing the unknown female in his bed but she didn't understand.
Why did you choose Mike?
Why not her?
Why was it Mike out of all people?
Jane had probably loved you the moment you guys became friends. Your bubbly personality, your smile, the way your eyes light up at the mention of cherries and penguins.
She loved you so much but why was it Mike that had won your frail, delicate heart over?
Jane knew she was selfish. She knew she was selfish for making Mike tell Y/n about his scandalous behavior but she didnāt care. She knew Y/n would take it horribly but she couldnāt hold the lies in any longer.
āShut up Mike, it was your fault anyways.ā Jane grumbles as she starts to drive to the Wheelers residence.
Even though as hard as Jane tried to ignore it, she knew that deep down Mike was Y/nās and Y/n was Mikeās. No matter what happened. At the end of the day either one of you would run back.
sorry for the lack of updates, i got a bf and heās taking up sm time (heās needy but in a good way yk š¤) + Iāve been having a huge writers block
i maybe slacking off the finn content in general bc of my boyfriend but i donāt think i would ever quit over that
ANYWAYS!!! šš
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