Just Friends

Part 1

Michael Gordon Clifford. He's your best friend for as long as you can remember. You always play games with him, dance silly with him, and even go on slumber parties together. You've known Michael ever since you were in kindergarten, he was that annoying classmate who would always steal your box of crayons. Until now, when you're 19 years old and he's 20, he's still stealing your wallet to buy himself some Doritos. Throughout your heartbreaks, Michael was always there. You're a ballerina, and throughout your shows, even when your own parents can't attend, Michael. Is. Always. There. Now that you're in university, Michael is still here with you, taking up the same degree as you. "Phew!" He said as he dropped the last box in your room. "That's probably the last of YOUR stuff." He complained. "Now I'll have to get mine." You were sitting on the bed, smirking at him. "Fine I'll help you." You offered. "Oh wow. Now you offer," he sardonically said. "After I pretended so hard to be girly and wore this fucking itchy wig" he raised a blond twitched wig and wobbles it in the air, "just to convince the manager that I'm gay. Just to be your fucking roommate." "Stop whining," you said. "You know I can't live without you! And I know you feel the same. I'm like the sister you never had." You say proudly. "Whatever." Michael said as he head out the door, you following suit.