Breathing Him In

Chapter seven.

Asher's P.O.V

"Sorry about the note thing in History class." Michael says while walking to his house. He looks down at his feet and puts his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, don't sweat it. I really don't care." I say.

"But what if Max tells Seth?" He asks worriedly.

"I can handle Seth. Don't worry about it." I smile and gently bump him with my shoulder.

"Well, here we are." He stops in front of a house that is slightly bigger than mine. I follow him to the doorstep. He takes a deep breath before he turns the knob and pushes the door open.

"Hey, Michael," his mother chirps from the kitchen almost immediately after we walk in.

"Hey, mum," Michael says as he leads me into the kitchen. I walk in slightly after he does and his mother gasps.

"Oh! Hello! I'm Michael's mother. And you are?" She walks over to me, smiling widely.

"Hello Mrs. Clifford. My name is Asher," I stick my hand out for her to shake but she engulfs me in a hug instead.

"Hello, Asher. Nice to meet you," she says after letting go of me.

"Alright mom, we're going to go do this project now." He announces and grabs a piece of candy out of a bowl, popping it into his mouth. He raises his eyebrows, asking if I wanted a piece. I shake my head. He leads me up a flight of stairs and to the left. We arrive at a door with a Green Day poster on it.

"Ooh. Green Day. Nice," I say, acknowledging the poster.

"Yeah. You like them?" He asks, putting his hand on the knob. I nod. He raises his eyebrows and smiles in surprise. We walk into his room and I am taken aback. There is not an inch of his walls that isn't covered in posters. There are Green Day, All Time low, Nickelback, Iron Maiden, and some posters that I'm pretty sure are video games. I look in the corner and see an electric guitar on a stand. He has two more acoustic guitars.

"Whoa. Do you play?" I ask excitedly.

"Yeah. I'm in a band. We're garbage," he laughs, shaking his head.

"Play something for me," I say. He hesitates and shakes his head. "Come on. Just one song? Please?" I beg, jutting my bottom lip out a bit.

"Fine," He sighs, picking up the black acoustic guitar. He strums the strings for a second, then starts a melody that I'm not familiar with.

She sits at home with the lights out

Seeing life in different colors

I think It's time that we wake up

So let me take you away

We can run down the streets with stars in our eyes

Michael has the voice of an angel.

Michael's P.O.V

Asher stares at me as I finish the song. She looks like she's in outer space. She stares into my eyes for the entire song and for like three minutes after I finish. Just as I get lost in her eyes, I hear a loud bang come from downstairs. The bang is followed by screaming. I'm not sure what's being said although I can make out "Fuck you" a few times. Shit. My parents are fighting. I stand up swiftly and grab Asher's elbows, pulling her up with me.

"Michael, what's going on?" Asher gasps, gripping my forearm and squeezing.

"Um, I'll explain later. We have to go right now though." I rush out the door, dragging Asher with me.

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I never make authors notes because I'm really socially awkward. But, anyway, comment and stuff if you want. Thanks for reading. (Told you I'm socially awkward. Bye.)