It's been weeks since we've talked properly— except for in class, but that's it. The situation of the band is precarious at best after the two of us had dated then very emotionally broken up.

It's a school night and he can't sleep— he can almost never sleep with how things ended, but this night Michael is literally tossing and turning. He wants to scream at the walls, at the world but doesn't want his parents to wake up.

Fuck it. Slowly and deliberately, he dials your number.