bookworm ; michael

chapter 2;

Finally, Saturday.

Now I have all day to lay on my bed and do absolutely nothing.

I took out my phone and saw four new messages.

michael: maaaaal

michael: i cant sleeeeeep

michael: wake uuuup

michael: come back to me, bookworm

me: im awake now!!!! why were u awake at 2am?

michael: idk i do that a lot

me: it isnt good for you :(

michael: i'll be alright

me: if you say so

I suddenly remembered what Reese showed me last night.

me: can i ask you a question, mystery michael?

michael: yeeees mal?

I had to stop myself from asking my question.

I wanted to ask him why he wouldn't tell me about his band and who they really were.

I want to know how things are with their tour and if he was excited about making new music.

But I didn't.

Something told me I shouldn't and that it wouldn't be a very good idea.

me: nvm

michael: nooo ask me :) im open

me: nah, it was nothing

michael: if u say so

me: did u call me bookworm earlier

michael: hell yeah i did, got a problem with that?

me: no i dont, nerd

michael: :P don't call me nerd, bookworm

me: ugh h8 u

michael: nah u don't :P

me: hey michael

michael: what's up

me: if u could dye your hair, what color would you dye it

michael: anything i wanted! i already dye my hair a lot

me: NO WAY show me

I needed to know if this Michael was the Michael Reese had shown me on her phone last night. We've only had one other conversation, but I gotta know. It's been killing me since.

michael: uuuugh i dont feel like iiiit

me: pleeeeeease for me

me: you cant tell but im making a pouty face

michael: fine. but only because im a nice person

I waited a few minutes before I heard a chime.

michael: ready 2 b scared by my ugly face

me: sh ur not ugly

michael: how do you know

me: idk i just have a hunch :)

michael: im just SAYING be prepaaaared

me: haha lion king