Saturday night.
Some smut ahead.
Tori sat in her room, with her music on. It was nearly 9, and she was alone. Her mom went out, to a friends party and her dad was working late. Tori decided to not go to the ' party ' because she didnt know the people, nor was it it scene.
She sat in her leggings, and a shirt with holes cut all around it with her snapback on as she drew some sketches. Band logos, random signs and more than likey cuss words. Offensive looking signs, like graffiti and other stuff. She lay across her bed, with her light on. Some people may not like being home alone and being away in their room but Tori didnt mind.
Just then her phone chimed. One of the girls. Looking up to her desk, her phone lit up and she sighed as she got off her bed and headed over for the unexpected.
From Michael ; " Hey. "
Tori ; " Hi... "
Michael ; " You okay? "
Tori ; " Alright...you? "
Michael ; " Meh...same. "
Tori ; " Cool. "
Michael ; " Your parents home? "
Tori ; " No. My mom headed out to her friends party, and my dad is working late. "
Michael ; " Awh, my mom is home. My dad is out ... "
Tori ; " Cool...so you talking to me again? "
Michael ; " What you mean? "
Tori ; " Well, earlier today in the music shop it was obvious you meant me "
Michael ; " Yeah, you were right about that. Will you talk to me in school? "
Tori ; " Yeah! To be honest. I couldnt care if Caleb didnt like it. At the end of the day, its me its talking to you....not him "
Michael ; " Cool Awesome :) "
Tori ; " Sorry...i was a bit of an ass :) "
Michael ; " Its fine. ;) "
Tori sat back onto her bed. She sent back another winky face to him and laid back as she stared at her phone. Was he going to text back? They could skype...or call. She stared at her phone for a few minutes, before putting it down. Sitting for another 10 minutes she finally gave in. Maybe he was just checking in. At the end of the day, it wasnt up to anyone else who she spoke with except herself.
Caleb had himself and Hanna to worry about, and not who his friend was talking too. Yes, she hated Michael but during the few months that had passed, she started to like him more. Not like, like but not hate. It wasnt just because they were having sex, Tori actually thought he was cool. He wasnt such the asshole, she thought he was. That was because she was getting to know him. Fuck what anyone else thought. Even her parents. She knew her dad didnt like him, but hey...who said her parents had to find anything out, from speaking to one another to...sex.
Tori lay across her bed again, as her CD changed. One of her favourite ATL songs....time bomb. She picked up her pen, and started scribbling again when her door went. She sat up, and looked around. "Who the...." She spoke to herself as she stood up. She walked over to her music player and turned it down slightly, to hear her door again. She gasped a little.
