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|Halyn|

The talk I had with Michael was relieving; I couldn't believe that he would let it go and have us just be friends. I think lots of other guys would've tried to use me, maybe as a sexbuddy or something. Gross. Michael's voice interrupts my train of thought.

"And I was thinking, maybe we should make the band more punk rock, I dunno. We could be like All Time Low! But different. We would be our own band, though. And of course, we would have to do schoolwork, still," he rambles, talking about Five Seconds of Summer, which he proudly told me was his name idea. Luke had suggested 'Bromance.' Shudder.

"I think you guys have a lovely sound. You should write more original music, and then I think with more publicity, you could get a record deal or something. But for now, about that schoolwork..." I trail off, getting my homework out of my bag. "I have no idea what I have to do, but we could do it together," I suggest.

"Well, I hate school in general but we should get our work done, I guess," he replies, copying my actions and getting out a binder filled with papers shoved in on all sides, ripping at the edges. I sigh. Naturally he would be one of those people.

"I have a few maths pages, as well as various worksheets for other things," I sigh, pulling out a pencil. We end up working in silence for a bit, but then I notice Michael is looking at one of my maths papers.

"Michael!" I scold, grabbing it back. He just laughs.

"One of the statistic problems is 'he wore plaid shorts and black sandals with socks, and he gets a positive response asking someone on a date,' how the fuck would you get a positive response wearing THAT?!" He giggles. I stare at him, then glance at the worksheet. It does have that as a problem. I promptly bust out laughing.

"Oh my god," I gasp, clutching the table. We've began a laughing for where we start to laugh at every little thing. Michael looks so cute when he laughs, it's like he's a little kitten! Wait? What?! Halyn, Michael's your friend. No. I guess we were being loud, because part of the staff came over to speak with us.

"Can I kindly ask you two kids to leave? You're disrupting the other customers and making them very unsettled," they say, glaring at us. I still can't hold in my giggles.

"Oh-kay," Michael hiccups, still chucking. We grab our stuff and walk to his car. The second we get in we burst out laughing again. We were in stitches knowing that they basically kicked us out of the shop. Once we started to settle down, Michael starts up the car.

"That was so much fun!" I exclaim, beaming up at him. He returns the smile.

"Definitely." My gaze drifts to the car's clock, and my jaw drops.

"Holy shit, it's 6:00!" I shout, not believing that we spent hours talking and laughing inside.

"Whoa, really?" Michael looks at the time. He whistles. "Well, damn. Should I drive you home?" He asks, pulling out of the lot.

"Probably," I reply, turning on the car stereo. I look through the side compartment for a different CD. I spot a MCR one, and immediately put it in. Giving Michael directions, I jam out to Mama and Dead!.

"MAMA, WE'RE ALL GONNA DIEE!" I scream, Michael's voice belting out the words with me until we finally reach my house.

"Here we are. You have everything?" He asks,  stopping the car in front of my house.

"Yep! I'm good. Thanks for today, Mikey, it was fun. I'm glad we can be friends," I say, shooting him a smile before exiting the vehicle. As he drives off I yell, "bye Mikey!" I can hear his loud voice replying.

"SEE YA HALE!" I smile at the fact that he used a nickname. He truly was a great guy. When I get inside, I flop onto my mattress and text Ash.

TO: smASH
Everything went okay.

Pulling out the rest of my homework, I sigh. I can't wait until I graduate. The evening is spent finishing work, then updating the blog I run for extra money. A boring end to an important day.

FROM: smASH
Good.