Bad Boy. Good Lips.

Talks.

"Wanna hang out in the backyard?", Michael asks me after we layed next to each other for a few minutes. "Sure", I answer and he tosses his shirt at me. "Wear this", he says. "You look hot in it" I only roll my eyes. "What did I tell you about rolling your eyes?", Michael smirks and attacks me. He rolls over to my side until he lays completely over me and starts tickling me. "Michael stop!", I laugh but he ignores me and keeps tickling me. "If you don't stop, I'm gonna pee in your bed.", soon I can't breathe anymore. Michael finally stops and gets off of me. We crawl out of bed and make our way to his backyard. It's a warm summer evening and the last few sunbeams find their way through the trees. "Want one?", Michael offers me a cigarette. l take one. "Thanks." He gives me fire and we both sit in silence, smoking our cigarettes. "So what are you doing now? University?", Michael breaks the silence. I take a deep drag before I begin to speak. "Well anyone expect me to go. I also got accepted into some but I'm not sure yet. I probably end up going bc of the pressure and the expectations from my parents. What about you?", I try to distract from myself. "I'm probably gonna look for a job.", he answers and I nod. "Life sucks.", I say, starring at the cigarette between my fingers. "You don't have to go to university, when you don't want to, Chloe.", Michael says and I feel his eyes on me. "If it would be only that easy.", I sight and grind my cigarette out.