Again with the typos just don't point them out and you don't diE its as easy as that

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I knocked on the door, my heart beating fast as I waited for someone to answer it. Michael had called me over to talk, since I hadn't seen him or Ashton in a week and we had one day left of winter break before school started again. I really hoped that Ashton wouldn't be here, because I had to talk to Michael and from how he sounded on the phone, he had some things to say to me as well.

I've only talked to Ashton twice in the past week, and both times were phone conversations that ended too early because one of us got frustrated and hung up on the other. It was just hard for me to have a conversation with him when I knew something that he didn't, and I desperately wanted to talk to him about what Luke told me, but I didn't know how I was supposed to bring it up.

"Door's open!" Someone yelled from inside, and I just shrugged and opened the door myself.

The house was completely dark except a small stream of light coming from a window in the kitchen, other than that everything in the living room just looked like big black blobs, shadows that I couldn't exactly make out.

"Uh, hello?" I called. Someone sitting on the couch stirred, and I almost gave myself a heart attack before realizing that it was just Michael.

"Hi, Dani." He said, giving me a small wave. His actions made it seem like he was enthusiastic but his voice really didn't give off that vibe, he sounded bored.

"Jesus, would you turn a light on, please?" I asked, sitting down next to him.

Michael sighed and leaned over the side of the couch, reaching up to switch on a lamp sitting on an end table next to him.

"Is that better?" Michael asked sarcastically, taking a drag from a cigarette.

"Are you smoking?" I asked. I kicked my shoes off and brought my legs up on the couch, tucking them underneath my body, making myself at home like I always did when I was here.

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?" Michael groaned. He rolled his eyes before picking up a bottle from the floor - obviously some type of alcohol - and taking a big sip.

"Where's Ashton?" I asked, realizing that I probably should have asked if he was here sooner, just in case he decided to pop out of his room.

"Out. You know, out." Michael said, as if I should know what that meant.

I stared blankly back at him, not really sure what out meant. I felt stupid because I probably should have, but there wasn't anything coming to mind. I was still a little confused about the rest of this, I didn't have time to go back and think about all of the possible places Ashton could be.

"He's at her grave." Michael said, bringing the cigarette to his lips again. He sounded so bitter, even when he was talking about his own sister.

"Oh." I nodded.

"You know he still loves her." Michael said, sounding almost like he was going to laugh. Instead of laughing he coughed, turning to the side and covering his mouth.

"Michael..." I said hesitantly. As much as I loved Ashton and understood his position I didn't really like hearing that he still loved his ex-girlfriend. I wanted Ashton to love me, not someone that has no way of loving him back.

"Sorry, just telling you the truth." Michael shrugged.

"What's wrong?" I asked. There was definitely something up. Michael never acted like this.

Michael paused for a minute, thinking about my question as a stream of smoke from his cigarette flew around above our heads. Finally, he shrugged. "There's no point anymore."

"What so you mean?"

"I'd rather die than be here." Michael said simply, and took another swig from his bottle.

"Michael, don't say that." I sighed. I scooted forward, trying to reach out for Michael but he just flinched.

"My life sucks. My parents left me, my sister's dead, I'm in love with a girl who will never love me back," Michael trailed off, grabbing the bottle again. He put it to his lips, mumbling into it, "I have to leave."

"Leave? What do you mean?" I asked.

"Oh, your little boyfriend didn't tell you? I'm moving out. His dad hates taking care of me and thinks I'm too depressed to have around, so he's making me leave. I'm going to one of those rehab places." Michael explained.

"No, Michael, you can't leave..." I trailed off, this time actually moving closer to him. Michael couldn't just move away, he was one of my best friends. I told Michael everything and he told me everything and more, he couldn't just leave.

"Sorry, I'm just too depressed to live here anymore. Never mind the fact that my sister fucking died and I still can't cope..." Michael rolled his eyes, trying to turn away from me.

"When are you leaving?" I asked. I didn't want him to go, but I didn't think that there was much that I could do.

"A six weeks, I think? Maybe two months if Ashton can fight for it enough. There's all this paperwork that no one wants to fill out, and the sooner they turn it in the sooner I can leave." Michael shrugged.

"I don't want you to go..." I sighed.

"It'll be better than living here. This place is like hell for me, do you have any idea how hard it is walking around and knowing that maybe, if we could go back in time and change things just a little, she would still be here?" Michael went on, "Dani, I know this is going to make you upset, but I really fucking miss hearing Ashton and my sister having sex through my bedroom wall every night."

"Oh." I said quietly, not sure how to respond to that. I understood that Michael missed his sister but it just made me feel really awkward when she was brought up, because it seemed like everyone wished that Kenzie was there instead of me. I know it shouldn't mean anything to me, but it did. It hurt.

We sat in silence for a long time after that, and it wasn't a comfortable silence either. It was agonizing, both of us waiting for the other to make the next move and finally speak. I still had so many unanswered questions, but I was too scared to ask them because I didn't know how Michael was going to react. He normally got so upset when the accident was brought up, I didn't eat to be responsible for him getting mad again.

"Michael?" I asked quietly, trying to make sure that he wouldn't get upset.

"Yeah, what?" Michael huffed, folding his arms over his chest.

"Is it okay if I ask you about the accident?" I asked, "Because Luke said that - "

"Luke told the truth, Ashton didn't. I hate Ashton for lying to everyone and being drunk, and for fucking knocking my sister up in the first place. He killed two people, not one. I hate Luke for being there and not helping, for running away like a scared...I don't know, dog." Michael snapped, saying all of that like he already knew every question I was going to ask him.

"But why would Ashton lie?" I questioned.

"You're lying to him." Michael shot back, turning to face me.

"Because you're making me!" I raised my voice, beginning to get frustrated. The main reason why I was keeping the fact that Michael and I were friends away from Ashton was because Michael himself told me not to tell anyone. I wanted to tell Ashton, but Michael wouldn't let me and for some reason I felt that I was keeping things simple by not disappointing either of them.

"I'm helping you, Ashton wouldn't be mad at me if he found out about us, he'd be mad at you!" Michael shouted, standing up from the couch. He stood in front of me, looking down.

"He's going to be even more upset when he finds out that we've been going behind his back for months, don't you think? I don't understand why I couldn't have just told him in the first place!" I yelled. I stood up as well, putting my hands on Michael's chest and shoving him back just a little so I had room to stand.

"Well then that fucking sucks for him! But guess what? It's not like he loves you anyway, so it shouldn't even matter if he's mad at you or not!" Michael snapped, glaring down at me.

"Can you please stop bringing up the fact that he doesn't love me?" I begged. "I know, Michael, I know that he doesn't love me but I love him!"

"He loves my sister, not you, you brat. He's always going to love her no matter what and you can't do anything to change that." Michael taunted, and I felt tears begin to prick at the corners of my eyes. It was one thing for me to think about this on my own, but it was another to hear it coming from someone that was supposed to be my best friend.

"Brat? Where the hell did that come from?" I questioned.

"That's all you are, Danielle Murphy. You're a brat who is used to getting everything she wants, so when things don't turn out your way you have to go and fuck up everyone else's lives." Michael said, wiping his eyes with his hands. Great, now he was crying too.

"What are you even talking about right now? Why are we fighting about this?" I asked, in an attempt to get Michael to just drop this before it got really bad.

"You just had to get your damn keys taken away, didn't you? You just had to come in an make Ashton fall for you and fuck everything up, didn't you?" Michael yelled.

"I didn't try to - "

"You messed everything up, Dani! You fucked up all of my plans!" Michael screamed, his voice hoarse.

"Plans? What - what plans?" I stammered, still startled by Michael yelling at me like that.

"You ruined everything." Michael said sternly, pointing a finger at me. "This is all your fault."

"All my fault? I didn't even do anything. God, I'm sorry that I fell in love with Ashton, but what am I supposed to do?" I shouted.

"You could have - "

"It's your fault that you sit around and mope all day about something that happened months ago!" I cut Michael off, not sure what was coming over me. "I get it, okay? I get that you still upset with your sister dying and I know that you won't ever be able to completely get over it, but you have to start somewhere and right now you're doing nothing."

"I'm not just moping around all day, God dammit! I do things!" Michael argued back.

"The fact that you walk around and try to ruin people's lives doesn't help and it isn't going to get you anywhere!" I snapped, "I know that your life sucks but you don't need to take it out on everyone else around you!"

"You are such a bitch, Danielle Murphy, I don't think you get it." Michael said, shaking his head.

I don't even know where this whole fight came from, we were just talking normally one second and screaming at each other the next. And while part of me felt good about the fact that both Michael and I were letting out a lot of anger that we had built up inside of us, the other part didn't like this. I wasn't supposed to be saying such mean things to Michael and he wasn't supposed to be saying such mean things like that to me. I wanted to apologize already, but it was too late.

"Michael - "

"Just leave me alone." Michael said, shoving me away from him and sitting down on the couch. He grabbed the bottle of whatever kind of alcohol it was and took a huge sip, not even looking at me anymore.

"No, Michael, stop - "

"I don't fucking care anymore!" Michael yelled, "Go tell whoever you want, I don't care! Tell Ashton that we used to talk, go ahead."

"Used to?" I asked, already knowing what this meant.

"I'm done talking to you, Dani, and I'm done being your friend. I'm leaving soon anyway so I hope you had a nice time fucking my life up even more. You can leave now." Michael said, still not looking me in the eye.

I felt tears start to roll down my cheeks as I slowly backed out of the room, back towards the door where I originally came in. I couldn't believe that I had just done something like that. I let all of my anger and emotions get the best of me and I lost someone that was really important. I wasn't even going to try and say that this was partly Michaels's fault, because I brought on all of it.

I looked down at the floor as I opened the front door, almost like I was trying to hide the fact that I was crying, even though there was no one there to see me. I tried to stop the tears from coming but it wasn't any use. I fucked up too bad this time, I didn't think I would be able to fix this.

"Murphy?"

I looked up to see Ashton in front of me, walking up the driveway. I immediately panicked, debating between just telling the truth or pretending that nothing was happening.

"Murph, what are you doing here?" Ashton asked, jogging the rest of the way up the driveway. He stood in front of me and grabbed my shoulders, noticing my tears right away.

"Baby, are you crying? What happened? Is Michael in there? Did Michael do something?" Ashton asked question after question, and I didn't know how to answer any of them without hurting someone.

"I'm fine, I just came by to see where you were and..." I stopped myself, not knowing how to continue my story.

"Come on, come inside. It's cold, baby, why aren't you wearing a jacket?" Ashton continued, trying to push me towards the house. I stayed still, shaking my head.

"I - I have to go, my parents want me home.." I lied, my voice barely over a whisper.

"Why see you crying? Is something wrong? With your parents, your mom?" Ashton questioned. I wished it was a problem with my mom, I would give anything for this to just be another family problem.

"It's nothing, I'm fine." I said, quickly wiping away all of the tears and putting on a fake smile. "See."

"I don't believe you." Ashton said, shaking his head. "Did Michael say something to you?"

"I have to go." I tried to pry myself out of Ashton's grasp, but he didn't let go.

"Dani." Ashton said sternly, turning me around so I was forced to look into his eyes. "Did you talk to Michael?"

"Yes." I nodded, more tears coming. I finally pulled away and turn around, running away from Ashton because I was too scared to face him.

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That whole chapter didn't make sense but roll with it cuz the dramas only starting and this is just like a filler for it idk I really didn't like it but I hope you all do