Macaela's POV
"Hello... I--Is anyone there?" I stutter, sliding my feet across the ground, wondering what could be at the window. I open the curtain, jumped back and realised who it was:
"Michael," I sigh, "You scared me." I move back and watched him open the window before he climbed in.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Michael responds as he stands up and adjusts himself. "What are you doing here?" I ask, demanding to know why his here.
"Amm... well my parents aren't home and I'm locked out. They won't be back until tomorrow, so I may or may not have got a mate to follow your car home and drop me off." Michael explains trying to avoid looking at me.
"Well why didn't your parents leave you a spare key?" I ask, wondering what his excuse would be.
"Ahh... well I kinda lost it bumping into you this morning." Michael explains, shyly with the occasional look up at me.
I giggle, understanding his excuse perfectly. "Well why did you come here?" I ask.
"Ammm... well my best mates are out and I want to get to know you more because you seem really nice." Michael states, trying to avoid the real reason why he is here.
"Ok." I respond, nervously.
"Well I'm not supposed to have guys stay here so you're going to have to stay up here and keep quiet so mum doesn't find out and as for dad, he's not gonna be home tonight as his working over night, but I've got to go down stairs and have dinner and, if you want, I can sneak some food up for you." I explain, hoping that he understands and will stay up here.
"Ok sure, I'll stay up here and I would love some food. I'm starving." He answers as he jumps on to my bed and lays there.
I rush down stairs and into the kitchen where mum was dishing up dinner. I grabbed my dinner and asked if I could eat it in my room, to which she said yes. Thankfully. So I grabbed some extra food and ran upstairs.
"Here, I've got some food." I breathe as I closed the door behind me and ran over towards Michael. I placed the plate with a stack of food on it down, and then I sat on the bed. We both dug in, eating with the occasional stare.
"So... what do you wanna talk about?" Michael asks as he looks up at me.
"Amm... I don't know." I nervously respond not knowing what to say. "Oh wait can I ask you a question?" I quickly restate.
"Yeah sure." Michael responds.
"Well why are you in drama, because you don't seem like a drama person?" I question, wanting to know the answer.
"Well actually, previously I wasn't in Drama but during Science I went into the principal's office and got your files out to see what classes you had, after that I demanded that they put me in Drama which worked, then I went back to Science and that's when I bumped into you." Michael answers as he looks away.
"Awww... How sweet." I respond, blushing with the thought of him doing that for me.
We finished our dinner and I took the empty plate down stairs and put it in the sink. I walked back up the carpeted stairs slowly, thinking about Michael, wondering what's going to happen. I open my bedroom door then walked in and closed it behind me. At that moment mum yelled out to me.
"Macaela, you still have to have a shower."
I sigh knowing that Michael will still be here waiting.
"I've got to have a shower, so you wait here... I'm just going to be in this door which leads to my bathroom." I explain.
"Can I come with you." Michael asks, looking up at me.
"Ahhh... No. I don't think my mum would allow that" I quickly respond imagining what he wanted. There was no response, that I heard of that is. I open the door to my bathroom, and turned around with Michael staring at me and with that I close the door and locked it.
I quickly got undressed and jumped in the shower. The water was freezing but slowly became warm. I washed myself then quickly hopped out. I grabbed my towel and began to dry myself.
"Are you done in there? I need to use the toilet." Michael mumbles through the gap in the door as he knocks.
I jump and slip over landing flat on the freezing cold tiles.
"Are you ok?" Michael asks as he starts fiddling with the lock. To my surprise, he unlocked it and opened the door. He let out a gasp, as he rushed in to help me.
"I'm ok." I respond, "You just frightened me and I slipped." Luckily for me the towel I had was still firmly wrapped around me. Michael giggled as he helped me up.
"Next time you should be more careful" Michael states with a smirk on his face seeming very prominent.
"Thanks, but no thanks." I state as I grab my stuff and walk into my room.
"What are you doing?" Michael asks.
"Didn't you say you needed to use the toilet... well now you can." I state as I closed the door on Michael.
I sigh as I lent on the door, thinking of what I am doing. I started remembering that Michael won't be that long in the bathroom as he was just going to use the toilet, so I quickly started getting dressed. I then heard the shower begin to run, I sighed with relief and finished putting the rest of my pyjamas on. I then jumped onto my bed and rested my body into the sheets.
I grabbed my phone in despite to find something to pass time. I started scrolling through twitter, looking at what people were up to. I was slowly getting bored looking at people showing off the good parts of their life and not the bad. I'm kinda sick of people doing that but that's life I guess.
I almost checked Facebook, but thankfully my heart fought otherwise. I've had too many bad memories with Facebook and I'm scared he will find me, not Michael... someone else, that's why I moved away. I dropped my phone and rolled over, before I fell fast asleep.
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