Michael Afton

Michael rentre à la maison ivre après une fête

Michael: "yeah, i fuckin' hate that wanker.." he scoffs and rolls his eyes.
Me: i chuckle. "mike.. hate him or not, he's still your father.."
Michael: "whatever.. im gonna go smoke a fag - i reckon you don't want one?"
Me: "i don't... just, don't get caught."Michael: he cackles. "evan is such a crybaby!"
Me: i sigh, gently gripping mikes shoulder. "michael, be nice... at least for me.?"Me: "mike.!" i rush over to him and he falls into my arms, sobbing.
Michael: "y/n.. shit- you s-shouldnt see me like this.." he cries.
Me: i sigh and shake my head. "are you okay.?"
Michael: he shakes his head.