Michael walked quickly to his car. It was dark outside and he was the last one at the school, who knew what could happen. Not that he was scared or anything... just, his mom would positively murder him if he got killed or something.
He fumbled with his keys for a moment, before finally getting them in the ignition.
He texted his mom, telling her he was going out for pizza and he'd probably be home late.
He then drove to the pizza parlor and ordered one large pepperoni pizza and cinnamon twists.
He had just picked up his second slice when he was interrupted, "Can I sit here?" A quiet voice said.
He looked up to find the cute cheerleader boy nervously twisting his fingers.
"Uh, sure. You want some pizza or cinna-stix?" Michael pushed the trays closer to the boy.
"Thanks." He laughed, taking a piece of cinnamon stick.
"You're welcome. I'm, um, I'm Michael."
The boy glanced up at Michael, a large smile stretched across his face. "Luke."
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Introductions yay
So hi i gave blood last wednesday, april 15, and its currently 5 days later and it has scarred and the bruise is still black because the needle broke off in my arm okay ouch.
