Michael took his oval shaped glasses out of his pocket and put them on he was near blind without them. He felt anxious he hated coming into contact with strangers especially someone like 'him'. Michael found his way to his class to hopefully forget that encounter and that guy with purple eyes and black and purple hair. He sat through this class nothing processed except thoughts of this mysterious man.
Michael was a goth, more specifically the older brother of the notorious tall goth who shared the same name as him. His parents got lazy and named their children the same name. He didn't really follow the group , he didn't care for them much he put up with Pete and Henrietta and Firkle to appease his brother but he didn't really like them. He thought their meetings were stupid and Henrietta, his brother's girlfriend made his younger brother into a really mean, negative person. But there was nothing he could do about that his brother loved her yet he claimed love didn't exist. Right.. that makes a whole lot of sense. Michael's idea of love didn't exist he never had a partner and never really wanted one the only relationship he had seen was his parents which was strained and his father was divorced also his brother and Henrietta. Both toxic and unstable something he didn't want to involve himself with. He lived in a two bedroom apartment that he shared with his brother and Henrietta most of the time as well as his 5 cats and his one yellow bird named Tweety. Those were his children he didn't need a lover he was plenty busy with them.
This class seemed to go on forever, like longer than usual and with Michaels thoughts preoccupied that wasn't helping either. If only he could wipe his memory he would because this is torturous. Finally the class ended and he could go home, he never usually went straight home he would spend time writing or drawing, maybe a walk through the forest, which ever he was in the mood for. Today specifically he just wanted to draw outside the entrance of school there was chairs outside the front door. Michael moved to in the corner of the balcony that surrounded the school and sat down. He pulled out his his pencils he had all different kinds, but he only carried his charcoal pencils, his colored pencils and his usual #2 pencil he used for class. He wasn't quite sure what he was going to draw so he started with trees, trees were his go - to when he couldn't think of anything to draw. The black haired male sat in his chair In the sun and created small black stumps all around the paper with his pencil gliding across the paper. His silence was soon disrupted by a sudden opening of the door he looked over his canvas paper to see what the disruption was and it was the guy he had finally got out of his head storming out of the school in an obvious distressed manner, he lowered his paper to get a closer view over the balcony, the short male was pacing back and forth looking like a volcano about to go off. Michael lowered his glasses to get a better view to see even better and sure enough the emo screamed so loud Michael had to cover his ears "what the fuck" he thought to himself and turned away by the time he turned back the male was gone somewhere and he was left in a state of confusion. He was not going to look for trouble Michael hated drama his brother had enough of it. He did wonder why the emo was screaming like that and why he a room reserved rent free in his head it was beginning to become irritating because he had only spoke to the guy one time it's not like they were best friends, or friends for that matter. Michael shrugged and put his belongings in his backpack and made his way home on foot. The journey home wasn't long which was good Michael chose not to drive too many asshole drivers and he knew he'd have intense road rage so it was better this way as he approached his apartment he saw a blue car parked in the street, he sighed in an aggravated tone. "Henrietta" he mumbled. He took his time to get to the front step and braced himself for whatever was inside.
Michael set his bag down and heard screaming Henrietta, of course he didn't understand why his brother was with her. He found her attractive on the outside,but on the inside that was a hard pass. "Michael your going to that party if all of us have to go we need our leader" Henrietta yelled fair point.his brother replied "I'm not going to any party hosted by Mike Makowski" Henrietta usually put up a fight but not today she just ended the argument with "Well your a shitty leader and a shitty boyfriend if you make us go alone" his brother went to respond but she was already gone he covered his eyes and shook his head "ughhhh" the other male was standing In front of him. Michael would do anything to help his little brother out even if it made him uncomfortable "hey what's up with her today?" His brother responded "oh nothing Mike Makowski the leader of the fang faces invited us to a party" Michael thought this was interesting because Mike and his brother were sworn enemies. Michael replied "so what are you going to do? His brother looked at him "I don't know I'm sure in the hell not going" Michael thought of possible solutions and the only one he came up with was really miserable. "Well what if I go so you don't have to" his brothers eyes lit up "no way you'd do that for me, see I knew you were a good bro" he hugged him. Michael cringed "yeah yeah but you owe me and get off me you conformist" his brother quickly moved "I do! For sure" he retreated into his room to blare his obnoxiously loud music.
Michael opened his door Tweety was chirping as usual. He extracted the little bird from his cage and let him rest on his fingers, which led to the small bird finding his way on top of Michael's head, this was tweety's favorite place to be for some reason. He was sat on his bed dreading this party. There most likely would be tons of conformists flooding the place. Michael hated crowds but he'd do anything for his twin brother even if it meant he'd have to be highly uncomfortable for a night. He was also doing it to make Henrietta be quiet, but for some reason he knew even this wouldn't be enough to do the trick. He exhaled his breath deeply as tweety was dancing on top of his head. What do you even wear to a party. Then that strange man popped into his head "would he be there? He just realized that man didn't have a name he just called him emo boy because he looked very much emo. He wasn't quite sure if he went with the vampires. he could but he didn't want to believe he kept thinking about a vampire. Tweety flew back into his cage and Michael laid onto his twin sized mattress and hoped sleep would find him without dreams of this mysterious man.
