“I’m so sick of everything, the backstabbing, the bitching, the schemes, the pressure, everything. I don’t think I can handle this shit for much longer” Michael stayed silent, holding me and rubbing my back, trying to relax me. “It’s ok” “No it’s not, it’s every single day, every single hour!” Michael just rubbed my back and held me tight. “Let’s run away.” He said after a few minutes. “What?” “You heard me, lets run away” “Michael I can’t just run away. I have school and my family. And plus, running away from my problems won’t make them go away” “Yeah but it’ll make you forget about them for a while.” “Michael this is crazy, you can’t be serious” “I am. Maybe not run away forever but for maybe like a week.” “But I’ve told you I have school” “Well skipping a week won’t hurt, will it?” “No it won’t, bu-“ “What are you so afraid of? I’m going back on tour next week and you could come with me.” “Just come on tour with you, just like that? Where will I sleep? I can’t afford the hotel or a plane ticket and-“ “Let me handle that! And do you really think I can go on tour and leave my bestfriend suffering and crying herself to sleep? Of course not! You’re coming with me.” Michael stared at me dead in the eyes, showing me how serious he was. “What will I tell my mom?” “(Y/N) you worry too much, I’ll talk to her and try and make her understand, if she doesn’t let you, then yolo! You deserve a break!” “I..I uhhh” “I’ll take that as a yes”
written by: Rita