I don't remember falling asleep but I wake up next to a soundly sleeping Michael, his converse still on.
My feet hit the cold floor as I walk over to my dresser grabbing jeans and an I HEART BOSTON sweatshirt going to the bathroom to get ready for class.
When I walk out of the bathroom I go over to Michael rolling over to him.
"Wake up sleepyhead." He groans and I laugh as I poke his face.
"Time to get up, I have to go to class."
He rubs his eyes sleepily sitting up smiling at me.
Can I come?
Pondering his question I nod grabbing the same beat up converse I wear everyday and I smile realizing Michael and I had the same ones.
He must notice too because his next comment is shoe twins.
I smile at him picking up my school bag and walking out into my living room grabbing my keys.
"Michael let's go!"
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Unwritten «m.c.»
Fiksi PenggemarAs kids we used to play a game called make believe, we'd pretend something was real. Adults always would laugh at us because they supposedly knew that things were ridiculous and impossible, but we thought they were. We knew the truth.
