Greenlight (Muke)

Luke

"I suppose we should get going then" Michael sheepishly belted as he scratched his neck.

"Right." My voice was barely above a whisper now.

A whole six months with Michael. It'd be an understatement to say I was nervous.

"Do you wanna go to the library instead? You seem like the type of person to know the library pretty well."

It sounded as if Michael was nervous. How does someone answer that? What is that suppose to mean? Is he calling me a nerd? A million questions we're running through my head. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" I took the risk of taking a quick glance at him. Doing everything I could to ignore eye contact. He makes me so uncomfortable. He gives off that I don't give a shit vibe and it makes me feel more awkward than I already am. Maybe if I actually knew how to hold a conversation I wouldn't be in this position.

"No, no I didn't mean it like that, I just meant like, you seem like a reader that's all."

Is that a blush? I swear to god it looks like he's blushing. I must be seeing things or something.

"No it's fine. Lets just go there" I didn't bother looking at him. I picked up my pace. Knowing I'm going to be dreading every moment of this. Anyone else other then him would've suited me just fine.

Look on the bright side. That's what I keep telling myself.

The only good thing to come out of this is I get to skip my music class. That's a good thing and a bad thing. I'm trying to teach myself to play guitar. I'm not very good at it, plus my music teacher doesn't let my do my music lessons with my guitar. He makes me sing. He always says "There's nothing better than singing." His name is Mr. Evans. He used to do plays on Broadway so he's really uptight about the singers in the class. Another good but bad thing is that Michael's in that class and he's amazing at guitar. If he didn't shove me into lockers and make me feel like utter shit I'd probably ask him to teach me. Now, never in my life would I.

"So I don't really like to talk much so I was thinking we could just write down questions for each other and then you can like, take them home and bring them tomorrow?"

"Sure, uh here" Michael grabbed my arm and wrote something. "I'll meet you tomorrow" and with that he walked away. It seems he's written his number down.

So much for going to the library.

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