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11, michael

It's Friday. The last time I saw Harley was last Friday, a week ago. I even wore my Harley Davidson tank top yesterday in honor of her name, and she didnt get to see it.

I've thought about going to her house a thousand times, but something stops me every time. I know I should do something, anything, but I haven't.

I reach for my phone on my nightstand next to me and look at the time. 11:36 PM. You know what.... I'm going to go to her house. I have to, this is eating away at me. I got to just push myself and force myself to her house.

Ignoring the drowsiness I feel when I stand up from my bed, I put on a black hoodie. Once I have some vans on my feet, I grab my phone and head out to the front door.

"Where you going, son?" One of my dads asks me, sitting with my other father on the couch watching tv while April colors on the floor.

"I'm gonna go hang out with a friend. Is that okay?"

"Who's the friend?" My other dad questions. It's undoubtedly strange to them that I'm leaving the house at practically midnight to go to a friend's house. I seriously never go anywhere.

"Her name's Harley. She's the girl I told you about, who cried and I comforted her and all that..." Wanting to leave, I reach my hand out for the doorknob. But before I can turn it and make my exit, Dad stops me.

"Be safe son, don't do anything stupid."

I sigh and shake my head, "Thanks, Dad. Bye, Dad."

It doesn't take me long to get to Harley's baby blue house, as she lives directly across the street from me. Before I ring the doorbell, I hesitate. It's late... Maybe I should just go home. I don't want to scare Harley ringing her doorbell when it's almost midnight.

I turn around, heading back towards home. The door opens hastily behind me, and I jump and turn around quickly, a little shocked.

"Michael?" Harley stands in her doorway wearing a fuzzy fleece robe and plaid pajama pants.

"I'm sorry, Harley, did I wake you?"

"No, no. I was watching Netflix downstairs and I heard a noise out here. What are you doing here?" She crosses her arms over her chest, the cold night air hitting her. Damn it, I feel so bad, I should have just waited til tomorrow.

"Um... I-I haven't seen you in a while... I was starting to get worried..." I stuff my hands in the front pocket of my hoodie, feeling awkward and full of regret.

"So you come to my house at midnight?" Fortunately for me, Harley laughs and shakes her head. "You're really something, Mike. Come inside, it's freezing."

A huge smile displayed on my face, I step inside. Not only did she call me Mike, but she's letting me in. I feel ecstatic about both of these things. They're both such small occurences, but they're signs that our friendship is growing.

Warmth and the smell of vanilla greet meas I step inside Harley's dim-lit house. The feeling of coziness warms my insides. A small timid dog with three legs slowly approaches me as I stand still in the doorway, sniffing my shoes.

"This is Molly. She's the dog I was telling you about last week." Harley says as she picks Molly up from the floor, tucking her into her arm.

"She's adorable." I laugh and pet the cute puppy in Harley's arms. She sets Molly back to the floor, and the little dog strolls down the hallway til she's out of my sight. Harley turns to face me.

"My mom isn't home right now. She's been working nights recently." As she talks, she reaches behind me and locks the front door. Harley gestures me to follow her into a fairly large room with a couch, a coffee table, and a tv. I continue to follow her lead as we both sit on the couch. The steady beats of my heart quicken their pace as our knees lightly brush against each other.

"Have things been the same with her?" The tone of my voice is soft and quiet, matching the mood of the room.

"Pretty much. I try to ignore her, but it gets rough. This past week, she's been leaving me alone, though. I caughr a pretty bad cold and she doesn't want to get sick." Just as she says this, I start to notice that her voice sounds a bit stuffy, and her eyes droop a little.

"So, that's why you've been gone... How do you feel now?" I set my arm on the back of the couch behind me, using my hand to prop my head up.

"Like trash. I've basically been living off of microwave quesadillas and yogurt cups for the past week." Harley chuckles and pulls the blanket on the couch next to her over her legs.

An idea pops to my brain.

"You know what, dude, I am going to make you the most delicious home cooked meal you've ever had in your life. Do I have you permission to full reign of the kitchen?"

"No, you don't have-"

"Harley, shut your mouth, I'm gonna cook for you." I stand up and head to the kitchen before she can protest me any further.

"You're a freak, Michael Clifford!" Harley yells at me from the living room. I can hear the happiness in her voice.

"Yeah, I get that a lot." I smirk.

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Um it's been like two years since I've been here, look at me just casually giving you guys this shit update I'm the worst.

I missed all my stories and I know people love this one so here's a short lil thing that is seriously so overdue, I feel like the word overdue isn't enough.

I love you guys and I holy you still care about this cute baby story