Delivery Boy // l.r.h

Five

   Today was Saturday and I was more than ready to sit at home all day and watch tv then maybe walk to the coffee shop with Michael later.

I got out of bed changing into casual clothes and not bothering with my hair, throwing the natural waves into a massy bun atop my head.

I walk downstairs and decide to have a chocolate chip cookie for breakfast since my parents weren't home to yell at me for my poor breakfast choices.

I bring another one with me into the living room and sit down on the couch, flipping on the television.

As I was on my second episode of Friends, I heard an abrupt knock on my door.

I push my lazy ass off the couch and drag my feet towards the door. I sling the door open and there stood the tall green haired boy with a fading Australian accent from being in America since second grade.

"Good morning," Michael grinned cheerily with his hands behind his back as he rocked back and forth.

"Why are you just standing there you normally barge right in," I say opening the door wider and extending my arm out in the house.

Michael walked in and slipped a donut in my hands as he walked past and sat down on my couch. I guess that's what he was hiding behind his back.

More fattening food for me this morning.

"Thank you Mikey," I said with a grateful smile. I turned around to close the door and returned to my original spot on the couch.

"It's no problem, the boys and I went to the coffee shop before they left and I thought it was the least I could do as a thank you for the coffee," he shrugged already watching Rachel and Ross on my screen.

Several minutes of silence passed as I finished my donut and Michael watched tv.

"So how was that walk home from Luke last night?" Michael asked with a smirk, his eyes never leaving the tv.

I forcefully smacked him on his bicep in response.

"Ow," Michael said looking at me with puppy eyes and sticking out his bottom lip as he rubbed his hand on the sore area.

"You  little shît," I say not even apologizing, "nothing happened last night," I roll my eyes.

"Geez, sorry I asked," Michael said retracting his hand from his arm and raising both his hands up in defense turning back to the program.

"I can assure you nothing happened," I said after a sigh.

"Okay I trust you," Michael said repositioning himself and resting his head on my shoulder. "I wouldn't mind if you two dated."

"Mikey!" I scorned. He flinched and let out a cackle in response knowing that would be that would be the thing to irritate me.

"How was the sleepover or whatever you call it?" I asked after a while.

"It was good, Ashton fell asleep so we gave him a beard with whipped cream. He didn't even wake up!" Michael said in an astonished way with a childish laugh, "And I finally beat Calum in FIFA!" He said proudly, "then we decided to try and sleep but Luke and I couldn't so we had a deep conversation about life till 5am," Michael finished with a short yawn after, snuggling more into my arm.