TW / Trigger Warning (?)

Michael was an outcast. But really, who wasn't in South Park? But he was apart of the Goth Kids of the school... he found his place. But mentally? He was an outcast. Henrietta's parents were amazing towards her! So was Pete's... always so loving towards him. Firkle? Even better.

Micheal wished he had those parents, even if he'd never admit or show it publicly. But... his parent sucked. You sucked. You really did. You were neglectful. Of him and your home life. But especially towards him.

"Kay, bye..." He spoke in his monotoned voice, waving and walked to his house after school.

He kept on the frown and dead eyes all the way until he got to his front door. Once he walked in and shut the door, his demeanor changed.

He looked around... pizza boxes, alcohol - cigarette packs... TV blasting.

He looked at you, who was lounging on the couch... snoring.

He walked over to you, tapping your arm. "Mom / Dad?.." He spoke, voice soft and a bit high.

"Eh--? What?.." You snorted, looking up - then down at Micheal. "Oh, you... what, kid?.." You slumped back on the couch, eyes on the TV.

His frown deepened.

"...Do you know what's for dinner?.."

You blinked. "Huh?.. Oh, no. Go look in the kitchen for something... make yourself useful." You waved your hand dissmissivly.

He huffed and nodded, walking to the kitchen.

He just wanted your attention... why can't you just love him?