mike-chang-yall

[mike-chang-yall]

Text || Changman

Puck: I've been around. Chilling like a villan. How have you been? Score with any babes?

Mike: I feel you. Haha, babes? Really, Puck? No, I haven't. I've decided I'm basically invisible in that way to people anyway. No worries though. Not sure if I want it anyway.

#textpuck

[mike-chang-yall]

Text || Changman

Puck: Hell yeah I am, one more year after this and I can yell freedom. Yeah sometimes whenever I'm not at the bar.

Mike: Congratulations, man! I'm sure that feels good. How have you been lately?

#textpuck

[mike-chang-yall]

Text || Changman

Puck: School is a pain in my ass, why did I choose summer classes again?

Mike: Haha, I'm guessing because you're trying to get out of there. Hopefully you still have time to chill at night, yeah?

#textpuck

[mike-chang-yall]

Text || Changman

Puck: You should be ;) Everything besides you know, has been good. I had a pretty awesome one with little B.

Mike: I feel you. How's school, kiddo?

#textpuck #ooc; im cry

[mike-chang-yall]

Text || Changman

Puck: Ehhh, you'll be fine. I can't remember much of it, but I know it was one hell of a night ;)

Mike: Oh my god, haha, I'm afraid to even ask. How's everything been, man? Did you have a good Father's Day?

#textpuck #ooc; i lost thIS BUT I FOUND IT

[mike-chang-yall]

Text || Changman

Puck: Might have to get that checked out, I've had a few more drinks since then, canceling everything out now haha. Seriously we got fucking drunk that night.

Mike: Yeah, maybe you're right. How was the rest of your night? If you can remember..

#textpuck #ooc; IM TRYIN MAYNE

[mike-chang-yall]

Text || Changman

Mike: Head's still spinning from drinks after the wedding, bro.

#textpuck #ooc; holla hey

[mike-chang-yall]

Text || Chotta

Sugar: Three times, but who's counting?

Sugar: Rory didn't. He hasn't been feeling too well.

Sugar: I'm actually already here, since I'm in it. Looks like a lot of people are already packing in so you should hurry in to get a good seat.

Mike: Hey, I'm sorry. I don't even know what I was thinking.

Mike: In a physical way or a mental way? I guess it's none of my business, huh.

Mike: I'm headed in now. See you later, kiddo.

#textsugar #ooc; SWAGGY. ILL CATCH YOU LATER.

[mike-chang-yall]

Text || Chotta

Sugar: Well..no. You never answered any of my texts.

Sugar: I'm sure he'll be glad to see you. Rory and I got here a few hours before the Bachelorette parties started so I could get ready.

Sugar: I guess I'll see you tonight then.

Mike: ...You texted me? Sug, I'm sorry...

Mike: Did Rory go? Did you have fun?

Mike: Yeah, I will. I can't wait...Hey, when are you leaving?

#textsugar #ooc; RHEYRE STRUGGLIN TO STAY AFLOAT #THEY'RE

[mike-chang-yall]

Text || Chotta

Sugar: ...are you seriously telling me you're in New York right now?

Sugar: You never seize to amaze me. Too formal isn't an option today. You should see Santana's wedding dress.

Sugar: He was as cute and cuddly as ever, but you'll see him soon enough. When did you get here?

Mike: ...Well, yeah. What is it? Did you think I wasn't coming?

Mike: Alright, alright. It'll be good to see everyone.

Mike: I'm sure he was, and yeah, I guess I will. Not that I'm too excited for that or anything. I got here yesterday afternoon. You?

#textsugar #ooc; IM SORRY LOVE ME

[mike-chang-yall]

Text || Chotta

Sugar: I'll survive. I've already been whisked away to get ready for tonight.

Sugar: It was fun actually. I was kind of nervous, but everyone's just as we left them.

Sugar: Even White Chocolate came out for a visit.

Mike: Yeah, I'm getting ready right now...what should I wear? Is it possible to be too formal?

Mike: Really? That's a little hard to believe, but, I'm glad.

Mike: Really. How was he.

#textsugar #ooc; still in chicago. JUST KITTENS

[mike-chang-yall]

Text || Chotta

Sugar: My stomach feels like a blender.

Sugar: I didn't even drink that much.

Sugar: Three words. Santana's Bachelorette Party.

Mike: You good, Sug? Do you need anything that doesn't involve a stomach pump?

Mike: Haha, how was that, anyway?

#textsugar #ooc; AYEEE WADDUP

[mike-chang-yall]

Text || Chotta

Sugar: Edward Cullen has your abs.

Sugar: You need to copyright those next time.

Sugar: Glitter too.

Mike: Seriously? DAMMIT.

Mike: I would take him down, but I kinda don't wanna be a vampire. I like being warm and stuff.

Mike: Glitter? Am I glitter-y?

#textsugar

[mike-chang-yall]

Text || Changman

Puck: Rose here, I missed you Jack. Why can't our walkie talkies work from this distance, cheap talkies.

Mike: Sorry I haven't been around much man. It's just been...so weird lately. I miss you, too. Will I see you at the wedding?

#textpuck

[mike-chang-yall]

Text || Changman

Mike: Rose, come in, Rose. It's Jack.

#textpuck #//heckyeahhhh

[mike-chang-yall]

Sam’s words felt like heat in his ears. Sweet and comforting, but almost burning him. Mike knew that Sam and Tony were together, and unfortunately, it wasn’t a surprise at all. Even when Mike and Sam were together, he was creeping through the shadows, in Sam’s history and in his heart. There was nothing Mike could’ve done to stop it, he realized this now. But it still hurt. Just knowing that he wasn’t enough. Although Mike left, he still wanted to be there for Sam. He never thought that the blonde would slowly loose grip on the bond they’d had. It made Mike feel more apathy than anything towards their relationship. He’d felt a lot of bitterness in the last few months. He was mad at himself, mad at the way everything had panned out. Maybe talking to Sam afterwards would’ve been easier on everyone. Mike cursed himself in the moment for running away. He should’ve stood up and faced the problem like he used to. Like he did when he knew he’d always have someone on his back.

It wasn’t like that anymore. He was alone now, and the beautiful boy who was sitting on his couch, looking up at him with sorry eyes was merely Sam. A name that had filed down to just that: a name. No memories, no feelings attached. Just Sam. It was better this way, wasn’t it? Not to feel the hurt that he could be feeling right now. Mike ripped them from the name and tried not to think about it. Sam. Just Sam.

Mike swallowed hard at Sam’s first comment. The way he made it sounded seemed like he couldn’t live his life with Mike there. Was it the truth, or was he letting his emotions overpower what Sam was actually saying? Sam continued on as his words went through Mike’s mind and he tried to understand. Chang was done with apologies, he just wanted to talk. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw Sam nervously rubbing his hands. Mike realized how tough he’d probably seemed and took a deep breath as he cupped his hands over Sam’s.

“Hey..relax. It’s cool. We’re cool. I just wanna clear some stuff up,”

he said coolly as he looked into Sam’s eyes with a soft tone. He was waiting to feel something, anything that could tell him that he still wanted Sam…Mike had been staring for too long, hadn’t he? He pulled away quickly and broke eye contact once again.

“When did you start…when did you start with Tony?” His name felt sour in Mike’s mouth, but he knew, especially talking to Sam, he’d better get used to it.

Nocturne || Sike

He would understand if Mike wasn’t wanting to talk or if they were going to talk right away and Sam just going back home just like that. There was a knew subject that was meant to be talked about that that started with a Tony. Sam wasn’t sure what Mike would say. He knew about what Tony said on the fight and he really didn’t care less. There was such a difference between Sam that was with Tony and that wasn’t. He was more of this aggressive person that he never wanted to be. More of one to just have this temper and almost scared away people. He didn’t want to be hurtful or selfish and yet he tried so hard to figure out to do what for himself. Autumn said that his happiness was the most needed. How was that suppose to happen? Sam never cared for himself the most, it was always friends and family. Even strangers. Sure that was a good quality to have but he never thought of what he wanted for happiness. The only thing he felt happy with was his music and that’s about the only happy place he had was on stage. 

The fight wasn’t what Sam had in mind to reconnect with his old friend, and then seeing Tony just threw him off. It set him off. There was an anger that Sam hardly showed and it was towards Tony and even Mike. Luckily this would help, or so he thought. Sam kept his thoughts to himself as Mike started talking and led him to the car. He didn’t want it to be awkward, but he could feel it. There was almost a harsh tone in his voice even if it was quiet. From what it seemed like, Mike was wanting this done and over with so Sam would just have to milk out time after this conversation with the Asian. 

Driving was sort of quiet and the only small talk was about how his flight went. Where Sam just responded ‘It was fine’ This was very off on them. They were comfortable with each other before and maybe it was the fact that the distance did this to them. Maybe that Sam was soon just doing his own life and having to deal with the people around him. But Mike and Sam had such a history, now it just seemed like strangers just ready to pick a fight over anything they can think of. Massaging his lip, Sam opted on just staring out the window and seeing all the buildings and the lights on tonight. “It’s very nice out” Trying to fill in that extra small talk. Dreading when they finally got to Mike’s. The next five minutes went and he was being directed to the other’s apartment where Sam set his bag against the couch and Mike motioning for Sam to sit with him. Rubbing his hands together out of habit, Sam looked over to actually talk to Mike. The question burning in his ears now. Was it just general question of what Sam did or the more deeper emotion of what happened? 

“Well.. I started living my life and trying to find happiness.” Sam answered in a one sentence statement with his hands nervously fidgeting. 

“I kind of just did my own thing and forget to keep in contact with a lot of our friends. I’m sorry if I didn’t email you back after awhile.” 

There went to the apologizes. He was sure Mike didn’t want to hear anymore of it but he really wanted to get things cleared and out of the way. 

#nocturnepara

[mike-chang-yall]

Although he wasn’t sure if he was one for parties anymore, Mike knew it would be good for him to get out. Get out of his house, get out of the way he’d been feeling. Ever since the fight, he hadn’t felt like himself. There was a new, gray scale version of him. Like Tony had throw him into a world where he felt nothing but truth, never any comfort. Which was good in some ways, but he could forget about being happy. Hopefully this night would help. He hadn’t seen Sugar in a while, and he knew it was his fault. Mike hoped that she wouldn’t take it to offense, but as vulnerable as she seemed to him…who knew what she thought of it. But Sugar was cool, and she knew him (maybe she didn’t know New Mike, but she knew Mike as a whole), so Mike had faith that she wouldn’t be upset.

They’d agreed to go to a nightclub for people more of Mike’s cup of tea. He was interested to see what the Chicago nightlife really was about. He’d been moping around for so long, he hadn’t really been able to experience it. Mike was sure Sugar at least knew a thing or two about it, so he kept an open mind. He wasn’t sure what he should wear to the club, so he put on a dark pair of jeans and a v-neck and hoped he was casual or formal enough. If they were actually supposed to go to a ball and he was too casual, Mike wouldn’t have minded a night walking around with Sug. Quiet. And more alone them he would’ve been, which would be easier. However, Mike knew it couldn’t be easy, and it’d never be easy, so he left his apartment and headed for Second Story Bar.

Mike couldn’t say he’d ever been to a gay bar, which, for a 21-year old Chicago resident, was sad. But he’d fell in love early and got on his feet too late. The scene had never crossed his mind. It’s not that he didn’t want to, because he was sure it would be fun. It was the mindset that he was in, and had been in for two years now that had gotten him. The drive was gone. He didn’t want to connect with anyone like that anymore. Hell, he was having trouble talking Sugar on a friendly basis. Why even try if he knew he what was going to happen? Mike had started to believe he and Sam’s relationship been flawed from the start, but his vision was blurred with destruction and blue eyes. Although it hurt, somehow, it made everything easily. He was no longer yearning for Sam and to get back with him. That stage in his life was over, and he was ready to move on….on second though, maybe the gay bar wasn’t such a bad idea.

The bar’s music Mike could hear from a block away. It was loud, and it was active, so he knew he was at the right one and he was close. When he first got in, Mike tried to fight against the tide of people crashing into him. After a while, he realized he’d be better off allowing himself to be taken away by it. Drowning, even. A small flash of pink didn’t seem like much to him at first, brushing it off as just another factor to the club, but once he caught eyes with it, Mike knew he’d detected Sugar. He pushed through a few people and got closer to her. He opened his mouth to say hello, or crack a joke or even ask what she was doing, but what was the use. He wouldn’t be able to hear her, and anything he had time to say wouldn’t match his feeling. Mike smiled and took out his hand, trying to mask the confusion about the place that’d sunken into his head by the waves of people coming into him.

The Reason || Chotta

May 11, 2015

It’d be almost exactly two months since she’d seen Mike. Before that, it’d been more than two years. At least the previous time, there had been an ocean and several countries separating the two from speaking. It bothered her, more than it probably should have, that they were only a few blocks away from one another and yet they hadn’t interacted. She knew she was partially to blame for the matter, being as busy as she was, but Mike? He hadn’t asked her anything about the city she’d lived in for two years now, let alone for any help on anything. Did he not want her help, let alone her around? She knew that was silly and skeptical for her to assume, especially after the two had been sharing texts with one another, but it did relieve her to know he agreed to go out with her.

She knew Mike hadn’t really interacted with any other men, at least ones that weren’t Sam or physically attracting to his eye. From what she knew, gay bars in Chicago were known for being not only wild and entertaining, but highly appealing to anyone willing to give them a try. She didn’t have much experience with them, only the stories she heard of how much fun they were, but she was willing to go out of her comfortable element if it meant spending time with Mike Chang again.

She told him to meet her outside of the Second Story Bar instead of meeting her at the news station. Getting off work late every night was already unsatisfying, but she didn’t want to spend anytime showing him around the place that had become her second home. It was a time for another day, if he even wanted to see around it at all, but Sugar really just wanted to change out of her work clothes and meet him before her exhaustion caught up with her. Looking at her wild outfit in the reflection of the women’s restroom mirror, Sugar straightened the tight dress over her small torso over and over again. For someone who used to be so accustomed to wearing such vividly colorful and jaw dropping attire, Sugar felt unsure about wearing it now. The hot pink of the dress seemed too annoyingly bright to the eye and the heels that matched didn’t seem to do it any justice. She knew that her outfit would blend in easily with the rest of the attire at the nightclub, but something in her wondered if she was wearing it for Mike’s benefit as well. The Sugar that was wild and eccentric was the one he left behind. Would he even like the shell of that girl she was now? Before she gathered her things to leave, she pulled the small blazer, she’d worn to work that night, over her upper arms for the finishing touch. She felt more like herself covering it up a bit, and with that she let out a satisfied sigh. Her purse thrown over her shoulder, Sugar quickly left the studio and was heading towards the nightclub before she could convince herself to go home. She was excited to Mike and to spend time with him, but she couldn’t shake being nervous as well.

Arriving at the outside of the nightclub, Sugar realized finding Mike wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought it would be. There were swarms of people standing at the entrance, as well as around the building itself. Her eyes scanning the sidewalks, she held her phone tightly in her palms and continued to wait for him. It wasn’t until several moments passed, and a number on number of stumbling drunks running into the small girl that she decided to go ahead and to go inside.

The inside of the club was screaming with pulsating house music that Sugar was almost sure that a murder could have been committed and no one would notice. She carefully ran a finger over the ‘X’ marked on her hand, indicating her still young age. She was old enough to go through what she’d gone through in her life, but not old enough to publicly drink. The world got more and more screwed up as time evolved, as far as Sugar was concerned. Annoyingly trying to wipe it off, Sugar felt as if she was getting more and more lost the further into the wave of people she went. She was mostly surrounded by men, with the occasional dancing females mixed between. She felt hands swiping past her, a few times she knew to not have been accidental, but she did her best to keep wading through the ground. Wherever Mike was, he had to be somewhere close.

#reasonpara