Delivery Boy // l.r.h

One

     "Hello my home away from home!" Michael barged through my door with his hands in the air welcoming himself.

"Its literally just across from yours," I say shoving a piece of popcorn from the bowl in my mouth.

"It's still not my house," he said opening my fridge and searching for food. He closed the door and headed towards the cabinets.

"Maddie there's no food in your house," Michael sighed turning around and leaning against the counter.

"I have popcorn right here," I say pushing the bowl closer to him.

"I don't want popcorn though," Michael whined.

"Then go home you probably have food you want there," I say eating more popcorn after.

"No I don't, that's why I came here."

"Oh, good to know it wasn't because you wanted to see your dear friend," I say placing my hand over my chest and pretending to be hurt.

Michael rolled his eyes and turned around, heading for the radio placed in the kitchen.

"Can I turn the radio on?" He asked and I nodded. He turned the dial until he found a song he liked and cranked the dial up, bobbing his head with a smile on his face.

I laughed as he pretended to shred the guitar and bobbed his head to the music, eyes closed in enjoyment.

The song ended and Michael went back to normal like nothing ever happened. He went and turned the radio down a little and started walking towards me.

"And that-" Michael said slightly stomping his foot as he dramatically stopped in front of me pointing to the radio behind him, "is one of the best guitar solos ever in a song." Michael said, grabbing a handful of popcorn even though he declined my offer earlier.

I nodded my head and hummed in understanding before placing a piece of popcorn in my mouth.

"How do you even find all this music?" I knew Michael played the guitar and had one of the best music tastes I knew, but I was always curious how he found this stuff.

"I don't know, people, the radio," he shrugged placing his hands in the pockets of his skin tight jeans. "Do you want me to educate you in music?" He asked with hope.

"Maybe some other time," I say reaching for more popcorn but only finding kernels and the bowl. "Shit I'm out of popcorn," I say looking down at the empty bowl in dissatisfaction.

"Wanna order a pizza?" Michael asks with eyebrows raised.

It was almost dinner time and we were both in search of food so I nodded.

"Ya that works."

"Im hungry," Michael groaned putting his chin in his hand resting on the counter. He was swiveling back and forth in it like a little kid and I let out a breathy laugh.

"Well what do you want?" I asked leaning my hands on the counter in from of him. We had settled on pizza but now the problem was which place we wanted it from.

"I heard a new pizza place opened up a week ago," he said his eyes shining with a glint of hope.

"Do you know if they're any good?"

"From what I've heard, yes," he said, his eyes practically begging like a little puppy. A smile broke out on my face at his childish behavior.