Erin's POV
"So Erin, what grade are you in? Tell us about you." Michael's mom breaks the silence.
"Senior." I reply, swallowing my food. Smiling a bit. "I, umh. I have a sick obsession for bands and I love photography like I take pictures of randomest things and smile about it."
"Michael too." She says, after drinking her wine. "And he sure is obsessed with bands too."
"Cool. Yes. We actually have 2 classes together. Math and biology." I say, looking over Missy. She's giggly and cute. Ugh.
"That's great." Joey interupts. "You two should be friends."
I didn't say anything. I just continue eating. I want them to see like 'NO NEVER.' But instead they smirk at each other.
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After eating we sit at the living room. I offer Michael's mom help with the dishes but she won't let me. I'm babysitting Missy since Joey and Michael are having a man-talk. I barely talk or even look at Michael even when he's always trying to start a conversation.
He stands up and turn the speakers on, connecting his phone.
I know that beat. It's like I haven't listened to that song since forever.
"Daydream away huh?" I ask, smirking.
He smiles and nods and turns the volume up. "I like it."
"I like it more." There, I began a conversation.
"So do you do? What's your job?" Michael's mom comes walking towards us, holding a tray of brownies, making our heads turn to see her.
"I'm a writer, my book was actually awarded best selling book way back in 2013." He replies smiling.
"Wow." Michael's mom says, offering us some brownies. "What was it about?"
"Young love, romance. It's a novel." He smirks.
She nods and the conversation goes on. Missy is leaning on my shoulder, so I lift her up and put her head on my chest.
After a moment, I look at Missy. Awweee, she's asleep.
"Missy's asleep?" Mrs. Clifford asks, chuckling.
I nod. She reaches for Missy carefully. "I'll just take her to her room. I'll be right back." She goes upstairs.
"Erin, why don't you ask for a ride with Michael tomorrow. I'll be needing the car. I have a meeting with the publishing company." Joey glares at me.
"No. It's okay, I can w-"
"I can give you a lift though. It's okay." Michael says smiling widely.
I can't sound like I don't want him to drive me to school because that would be so rude. So I just shut my mouth.
"Perfect!" Joey says, smirking at me. I know that smirk. I swear I do.
"It's getting late. You two are probably tired now."
"Yeah. We sure are."
Michael clears his throat, "So, umh I'll s-see you tomorrow."
"Okay. Good night and Mrs. Clifford, kiss Missy for me." I say walking out of the door.
"How can you do that to me Joey?" I say yelling at him, entering the house.
"Do what?" He replies laughing.
"I hate you." I yell again and walk to my room.
"Good night honey. Michael will pick up tomorrow!"
He's so annoying.
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SO I'M JUST GOING TO SAY THAT NONE OF THIS IS REAL LIKE I MADE THIS UP IN MY MIND.
THIS IS JUST MY IMAGINATION BECAUSE THIS IS A FANFIC.
So I hope you're liking the story.
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