Michaels P.O.V
The pizza, even though it was a store bought frozen one, it was still pretty good.
"How girly is your room?" I ask with my mouthful.
"I'm sorry I couldn't hear you through the amount of food in your mouth." she says her short purple/blue hair a wild knot on the top of her head. I swallowed the food before speaking again.
"You heard me." I laughed.
"It's not all that girly." she says, looking up at me shamefully.
"Oh I have to see this." I stand up and pull her up with me,"Show me."
She tugs me down the narrow hallway and leads me to a white door that read,"Ashlyn's room," in dark bold letters. Opening the door slowly, I see a large room filled with boxes. She has a whole wall of bookshelves, there's not a space between each book. A black vanity sits in the corner, there's only a small amount of makeup out, I peer into one of the drawers, it's filled with earbuds. The next is filled with headphones. Her bed has a dark gray comforter with black and white pillows with quotes on them thrown onto the bed haphazardly.
"Not as bad as I thought it would be." I laugh before realizing that I'm holding her hand, I immediately release her and ship my hands on my black ripped skinny jeans,"Sorry." I mumble.
"It's okay,"she giggles,"so you like it?"
"Looks like something straight off of tumblr." I laugh because it seriously does.
"Good thing it was my inspiration." her giggle is light, almost like a feather, tickling your side or something, if that makes sense.
