Used.
Title: Used
Pairing: Alex Michael/Andrew
Rating: Teen
Summary: Alex doesn't like to be the best friend just when Michael doesn't have Andrew
A/N: Not too sure where this come from.
Alex sat silently in the family room. He was shaking with frustration, his heart breaking at every tick of the clock. He brought his knees to his chest and cradles himself. He picks at his jeans, and then looks back up at the clock, only a minute had passed. That was still one more minute that Michael should be with him. He sighed, his eyes watering. He wiped them, he didn't want to shed any more tears because of him. He stood up and started to pace, letting his pent up anger slip away. The door opened and he heard laughter, he knew instantly that it was Michael. He heard Andrew too and could just imagine them holding hands as they walked in the door. He ran to the bedrooms silently and sat on the bed, he was shaking again. He bit his lip and sighed. The door opened and Michael walked in.
“Fuck, Alex I'm sorry. I completely...”
“Forgot we had plans, lets do it another time?” Alex finished for him. “That's the third time this week you've said that to me.”
“I know. I'm sorry.” Michael looks down and shuffles his feet nervously. Alex shakes his head.
“Just get out.” Alex mumbled and turned away from him. Michael bites his lip and watches him for a few minutes before walking back out to Andrew.
Alex hears them laugh and curls into more of a ball, he closes his eyes tight and tries not to cry. He doesn't want to cry. But he can't help it. He was tired of feeling alone. He was tired of waiting for Michael to remember that he had a best friend. He was tired of only being a best friend only when Andrew wasn't around. Used. That's how he felt, and he knew that the saddest part of it all was that he was used to it. And he knew it wasn't going to change.
Pairing: Alex Michael/Andrew
Rating: Teen
Summary: Alex doesn't like to be the best friend just when Michael doesn't have Andrew
A/N: Not too sure where this come from.
Alex sat silently in the family room. He was shaking with frustration, his heart breaking at every tick of the clock. He brought his knees to his chest and cradles himself. He picks at his jeans, and then looks back up at the clock, only a minute had passed. That was still one more minute that Michael should be with him. He sighed, his eyes watering. He wiped them, he didn't want to shed any more tears because of him. He stood up and started to pace, letting his pent up anger slip away. The door opened and he heard laughter, he knew instantly that it was Michael. He heard Andrew too and could just imagine them holding hands as they walked in the door. He ran to the bedrooms silently and sat on the bed, he was shaking again. He bit his lip and sighed. The door opened and Michael walked in.
“Fuck, Alex I'm sorry. I completely...”
“Forgot we had plans, lets do it another time?” Alex finished for him. “That's the third time this week you've said that to me.”
“I know. I'm sorry.” Michael looks down and shuffles his feet nervously. Alex shakes his head.
“Just get out.” Alex mumbled and turned away from him. Michael bites his lip and watches him for a few minutes before walking back out to Andrew.
Alex hears them laugh and curls into more of a ball, he closes his eyes tight and tries not to cry. He doesn't want to cry. But he can't help it. He was tired of feeling alone. He was tired of waiting for Michael to remember that he had a best friend. He was tired of only being a best friend only when Andrew wasn't around. Used. That's how he felt, and he knew that the saddest part of it all was that he was used to it. And he knew it wasn't going to change.