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Mikes pov

Mike walked down the wet sidewalk, stepping in puddles which made his new converse wet.

He finally reached his house, walking up to the porch.

He walked in, his dad was on the lazy boy like always.

"Micheal, where have you been?" He said.

"I've been at wills house, I told you." Mike said, closing the door behind him.

"Why are you always at that faggots house?" Ted said.

"He's not a...he has a girlfriend." Mike said, slightly cringing at the last part.

"He does? Who?" Ted said, lifting his head to look up from his news paper.

"Eh...Maxine mayfield." Mike said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"You should invite them for dinner,
Invite your girlfriend too." He said.

"Uh- i dont think we should invite will-" mike said.

"Whys that?" Ted said, narrowing his eyebrows.

"You know, its nothing. Ill invite him." Mike shot a quickly smile, before shuffling to the phone in the kitchen.

He passed his mom, who looked at him confused.

"Your finally home for once, where have you been?" She asked.

"At wills house." He answered, picking up the phone.

"Again? Why don't you ever hang out with your girlfriend?" She asked.

"My girlfriend lives at wills house." He said, dialing in wills number.

"Oh really? They are siblings?" She asked.

"Yeah, dad said to invite her over for dinner, and will with his girlfriend." He said, putting the phone to his ear.

"Oh, thats a Great idea!" She Said, continuing to cook lunch.

"Hello?" Will said into the speaker.

"Hey will! My parents were wondering if you wanted to come over tonight, with your girlfriend!" Mike said, slighting saying girlfriend louder so his dad could hear.

"What? Mike we are literally-" will started, but stopped. "Oh, uh Sure."

"Bring Jane too." Mike said.

"Okay, bye mike." He said.

"Bye will!" Mike said, putting the phone down.

"Okay, its all done." He said, turning around to face his mom.

"Thats great. Ill call you down when lunch is ready." She said.

"Okay!" Mike Said, while making his way up the stairs.

While he was walking down the hall way, his sister stopped him.

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