"And say bye to Maria and Michael, too."
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The room was now neat and empty. I smiled at myself, glancing at my full suitcase. I see Michael waiting by the door.

"So, where am I gonna stay? My dad hates me and is ashamed of his stupid boy who can't even finish I sentence." He sighs, staring at his feet.

"You just finished a sentence, Mike. You're getting better. Your stupid dad will notice that." I smile, reaching up to kiss his jaw and his stubble tickles my lips.

"I just... Ever since my mom left us, my dad's been dating this stupid slut, and has her up his ass while he gives some politician type speech." He groans, rolling his eyes.

"Yea, I understand." I smile, playing this his newly dyed blue hair. "Damn it, Michael be shorter." I whine.

"I can't help you're so- fucking ass- so short." He grins.

"Well, why do you have to be 8'6?" I pout. He rolls his eyes, smiling.

"Your mom's here, Madisyn." Teresa smiles, hugging me bye. "I know you've gotten better. I'm proud of you." She smiles, her hands on my shoulders. She switches to Michael, having a proud, motherly look on her face. "Oh, Michael. I'm gonna miss you. You were one of the first one here's. I know Madisyn is fixing you." She hugs him, walking off.

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Me and Michael jump out of the car. His dad is politician, and he lived in a very nice, roomy house. He stares at my small one story house, and grins.

"You can sleep in my room, and I can sleep with Eliot." I smile.

"It's fine if you two sleep in the same room. Just, not in the same bed." My mom smiles, kissing my cheek, as she unlocks the front door.

"Thank you ma'am. You actually have a very lovely house." Michael smiles, clearing his throat.

"Please, call me Susan "You fucking assholes can suck my cock!" He yells, his voice getting deeper. I smile, rubbing his shoulder. My mom giggled, and Michael gave her a death glare.

"I'm sorry." She pushes her lips into her mouth, trying not to laugh. I've already explained the Tourette's to her, and she is perfectly fine with it. My mom's phone starts to ring, and she answers it, holding it between her shoulder and cheek. "Hello?"

"Ah, is this Mrs. Beer? Mother of Madisyn?"

"Yes sir it is." She smiles, proud of me.

"May I talk to my son?" His voice was full of anger, and Michael's face turns pale.

"Um, yes. You may." My mom gives her phone to Michael.

"Michael! What the fuck were you thinking?!" He yells, and Michael tenses up, pulling the phone away from his ear.

"Dad, I've gotten better. I'm not coming back for a bit cause I'm happy where I am. I'll see you in a few months." Michael says, hanging up the phone. "Ma'am, please block the number." He asks. She knits her eyebrows together, hesitating to do it. She looks at my pleading face, sighing, and blocks the number.

"Madi!" I hear Eliot scream, and crash into me. I laugh, picking him up, and he rests his head on my chest. I put him down, and he slowly walks over to Michael. "You're huge." He says, his eyes wide.

"Yup, but I bet Madi can't do this." He smirked at me, picking up Eliot, and spinning him around in the air, and he giggles like crazy. Michael slowly puts him down.

"How-" Michael cuts me off.

"Well when you're stuck in a mental hospital, why not work out." I smiled, kissing his stubbly cheek. We walk up to my room, and Michael immediately groans. "Madisyn, do you want kids?"

Notes

Sorry if there's mistakes, I'm like in a huge rush and I won't be able to update in awhile.