In Every Picture. (5SOS fanfic)

005 - plan

The forthcoming days were quiet, I didn't press on the conversation with Meredith about traveling to Italy anymore. It was a useless cause, she always made up her mind and nothing would change it. Nonetheless, I will go to Italy no matter what anyone says. I just gotta find a way.

Robbing a bank would be out of the question. Maybe...

"Uranus to Gwyn, are you there?" Michael's pale hand waved in front of me. My head snapped towards him.

"What? Oh, sorry," I sheepishly smiled at him but he replied with a scoff.

It was French again and I swear my head's goint to burst from the information overload.

Michael looked at me cautiously with narrowed eyes. "Is something bothering you, Gwyn? You seem a little giddy."

"There is actually but it's really complicated so like I don't know," I murmured like an idiot, he chuckled beside me.

"Whatever it is, I'm just going to tell you a pick-up line so you wouldn't look ugly with that frown on your face."

"Hey!"

"Let's play titanic," he began cheekily, "you'd be the iceberg and I'll go down."

A smug smile painted his expression and he bit his lip to stifle his incoming strings of laughter.

"By down do you mean down down or like--Oh! Oh my God, you little piece of shit."

I held my hands to the sides of my head and groaned, shaking my head while I'm at it. Michael let out a guffaw of merriment at my disgusted expression, clutching at his stomach. He clearly enjoyed me being robbed of my innocence.

Luckily, Ms. Holt was deaf as a bat so she didn't hear Michael laugh like a coyote. French went by like a breeze and before I knew it, lunch is already in process.

Michael and I found ourselves in the midst of  a weave of people after last period. I walked beside him as we entered the school cafeteria, dirty looks were still given but I ignored them. We fell in line and took trays. The place was stuffy and chaotic with all the crumpled papers being thrown everywhere, couples making out at the corners, and the buzzing of every student being as loud as usual.

I tiptoed on my feet and poked Michael's sides. "Hey, Michael."

Michael continued the search for better food in front of us since the lunchladies decided to serve the good ole' casserole and juicebox combo. I pushed down the bile rising from my throat. Juice box and Casserole? How would that even taste?

"Michael." I dragged on his name annoyingly.

"Hmm?" he glanced at me, his face solemn aside from the fact that everything was in the verge of blowing up.

"Let's go get some pizza and icecream. My treat."

His eyes suddenly lit up, dragging me out of the line and returning back the trays. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"C'mon, Gwyn. The pizza is waiting for us." Michael said, leading me out of the door.

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"Wow, who would've thought you were such a pizza whore?" I remarked, looking at Michael hog down his seventh slice of pizza.

He glared at me and bit his greasy pepperoni goodness. "Shut up, you ice cream slut."

I laughed at him and scooped a copious amount of icecream in my mouth. We were currently in a nearby pizza and icecream parlor a few blocks away. The place was peaceful and unlike school, it didn't serve us casserole. I shudder at the mental image.