- Michael's POV -
I love him.
Oh my god. I've known him for eight hours and I love him.
We're on our way to his place. His parents aren't home. He made a point to make that clear... What if he is gay? What if he invited me over because he likes me? God, I hope that's the case.. I really, really want him to be mine.
We walk in through the front door, and a warm breeze greeted me.
"You thirsty? I made koolade last night." He laughed.
"Aha, that'd be great. Thank you."
He got a tall glass out of the cabinet and poured purple koolade out of a glass pitcher. He handed it to me and gestured me to follow him up the stares and into his room. He shut the door behind him.
God, why did he shut the door?
"You can sit on my bed if you'd like. Or in my moon chair, whichever."
He sat down on his bed and picked up a guitar that was leaning on the wall. It was a great guitar.
"You play?"
God, that made him so, so much hotter. And made me want him even more.
He smiled.
"Yes, I have since I was five." He seemed so proud.
And then it overwealmed me. I set my glass down on the side table, took the guitar out of his hands and I jumped onto his bed. And I kissed him. He pulled away.
Fuck.
He looked shocked, but then he smiled and leaned back in to kiss me. I've never been so happy in my life.
