Paige's P.O.V
After I got home from the hell hole known as school, I walked to the kitchen.
" hi honey how was school." My mom said cheerfully.
I sighed and got some chips out of the cupboard. Then I saw a bottle of veggimite. What in the actual freak was this? I got it out and put the chips back. I violently open the utensil drawer and my mom jumped . I laughed, running up to my room. The veggimite was open already, it probably was my mom. I got a big spoonful and put it in my mouth. It looked like a weird chocolate paste, but tasted a different that what I was used to eating. I spit it out and decided not to eat. I watched teen wolf for a bit.
" I'm going to go get dad from Cali, I will be back in two days." Mom spoke loudly, " I trust that you won't have any problems and remember to call your friends!"
I heard the door slam. And continued to watch Teen Wolf. I'm in love with the show. After a while I went down stairs to eat diner. I found some leftovers and stuck them into the micro wave. And raced around trying to beat the clock. I put away all of the dishes in time to here the satisfying of the beep microwave. I mentally high-fived myself. I walked upstairs with my food and a small glass of champagne. I walked into my room and the window was open, I froze. Who could even have got up here? The tree?, I thought.
"Hey babe."
I screamed and threw my drink and food on whoever was there.
" hello to you to, I guess." Michael wiped his face.
" omg I'm so sorry" I muttered.
" it's okay" he replied softly.
" um I'll get you one of my dads shir-" I was cut off.
"Well since your dinners kinda on me
you wanna go out for dinner.... As friends of course." He rushed the last part.
" Sure. " I paused ," Do you want that shirt though? "
"Yes , I might need that shirt. Please." He said and smiled.
I ran to my moms room to grab the shirt. I ran back afraid to find Michael like... dead or something. I walked in to my room and he had his shirt off. The boy in front of me was perfect. He had flat, but at the same time not flat stomach.
" like what you see." He smirked devilishly.
Yes I do.
