You Could Live With This.

Chapter 1

Look, it’s complicated, okay?

You hesitated to call whatever happened with you and Michael a month ago (yknow, the guy you used to hate) a date. But it was, wasn’t it?

You didn’t really talk about what happened on that night.

But you two were friends now, it was nice.

“Hey, Mikey!” you shouted, walking over to Michael. He waved at you, smiling.

“Hey! What's up?” Michael asked, walking down the main entry to the school with you.

“Oh well, yknow, I was thinking, no good friendship doesn’t have a sleep over at least once, so, what do you say big guy, sleep over tonight? Yours or my house?” You asked and Michael looked at you, a funny little smile appearing on his face.

“Jeez, you say that like the only choice I have is to choose which house we do it in.” Michael says and then realizes how his words could be twisted. He turns red.

“Well, basically, yeah. So what house do you want to ‘do it’ in.” You ask, using air quotes around the words. Michael rolls his eyes.

“We can do it at mine, if you want…my fam-..uhm. My dad will be home though.” He said and you nod.
“Okay, as long as you’re okay with it I am!” You said and he nodded.
“Cool. I'll pick you up and bring you to the house, sounds good?” Michael said and you give a thumbs up.

“Great, see you at..six?” Michael asked. You say yes and the bell rings, you both go off to your respective classes.

What do you even bring to a sleepover?? You haven’t had a sleepover since you were a girl. What do guys even do at sleepovers?

You brought some clothes to sleep in, and some clothes for tomorrow. You threw in some comic books and movies, just in case.

There was a knock at the door.

“I got it mom!!” You shouted, grabbing your overnight bag and satchel, running down the stairs.

You open the door, and Michael is there in a ratty tshirt and jeans.

“Hey! You ready, dweeb?” Michael asked and you rolled your eyes.

“Yes but don’t make me break your nose again.” You duck under his arm, walking to his car. He laughs and shuts the front door.
“Damn, yes sir!” Michael said, following behind you. You look down, smiling. No one has ever called you sir before.

“So to your house? Sure you don’t want to get any snacks on the way there??” You asked, grinning.

“Oh fuck, I didn’t even think of that, Star!” Michael said, getting in the drivers seat. You looked at him, your cheeks turned red.

“Did you call me star?” You asked and Michael looked down, nervously fiddling with a bandaid on his hand.

“Yeah- sorry, I won’t call you it anymore.” Michael said, and you laugh.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, I just asked, is all.” you told him and he looked up at you, smiling.

“Oh. Okay! So uh. What snacks do you want?” Michael asked and he started driving to the convenience store.

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You and Michael raided the convenience store in a mad dash, piling up bags of snacks and drinks up beside a pile of crumpled up money you both scrounged to pay for it all.

You were both infinitely more excited as you ran back to the car, the cold wind whipping around you both as you got into Michael's dorky car, shivering.