Dream of Demons [Michael Guy Chislett] While You Sleep--03

At the recording studio later the same day, William came in and immediately headed for Michael, who was engaged in a conversation with Adam.
He wanted to know what was going on, and if anyone would know, it would probably be Chloe's boyfriend, Michael.
"Michael!" He said loudly, interrupting them.
Michael looked surprised, but didn't quite get the urgency in William's voice.
"Well hi Bill! How's it going?"
Shrugging off the question, William grabbed Michael's arm and started pulling him towards the exit.
"I need to talk to you, privately."
Adam, who had started to casually follow them to the exit, looked sheepish and stalked off.
"What's the problem?" Michael asked, genuinely concerned, as William shut the door behind them and the warm LA breeze blew through their hair.
"It's about Chloe..." William began to tell Michael of the deal with Chloe; how she begged to meet him in a coffee shop and abruptly left, claiming she forgot what she wanted to talk about.
When he was finished, William realized Michael knew nothing about it, judging by his facial expression.
"I knew she was meeting you somewhere this morning, but I don't have a clue...What did she say on the phone again?"
"All she said was she wanted to talk about something, could I please meet her somewhere. Ahh, this is so frustrating!" William proclaimed, nearly pulling his hair out. "I want to find out what is going on with my sister!"
Shaking his head and wondering deeply himself, Michael patted William on his back and together they wandered back into the studio.
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I was frantically pacing up and down the entire apartment hoping Michael would burst through the door at any second, proclaiming he was home.
God knew I needed him right now.
I couldn't stay here alone for another second.
Then my cell phone rang, making me jump a mile.
"Hello?" I said breathlessly without looking at the caller ID.
"Hey darling." Michael's welcome voice filled my ears and I had to repress a sob of relief.
"Michael! I was just thinking about you!" I said happily.
Then I wondered why he was calling instead of coming home.
"Well, I was thinking about you too, babe. Listen, I have to stay late to work on some of the songs, but I'll take you out to dinner afterwards, ok?"
Fuck...he wasn't coming home now. And dinner was the last thing I wanted to think about...
"That sounds great, Michael." I said lamely, frowning and feeling a panicky feeling inside.
"Ok, babe. I'll call you when I'm leaving the studio so you have time to get ready. I love you."
"Love you too."
I hung up and leaned against the kitchen wall, breathing deeply.
What was I going to do until then?
It was obvious to me that if I stayed in the kitchen any longer, or even in the apartment, I was going to do something I would regret. So I shrugged on a jacket, grabbed my cell and keys, and left.
Old habits die hard.

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