The Soulmate Program *editing* // Luke Hemmings

Chapter 22 [unedited]

Kay's pov

"Hey Michael!" I cheered as I walked into the boys bus.

"Oh, hi Kay," Michael replied weakly.

I shrugged it off and continued the conversation, "So where is everyone?"

"Luke, Cal, and Ash went to write some songs," he shrugged.

"Why aren't you with them?" I questioned.

"I wasn't in the mood," Michael shrugged as he plopped down onto the couch in the bus.

"Okay, do you want to go get some pizza?" I asked as I rocked back and forth on my heels.

Michael looked like he was in deep thought about whether he wanted pizza or not but when he finally looked back at me he said the last thing I though I would hear come out of his mouth, "Nah, I'm not hungry."

I gasped a put a hand on my chest where my heart should be, "I must be in a parallel universe, Michael Clifford just turned down pizza."

Michael chuckled but didn't say anything else.

"That's it you pale baby, get up, get ready to go. We are going to get some pizza, then we will get some ice cream, and then we are going to a car shelter to pet some kittens." I planned out a whole day on the spot.

Michael perked up once I listed his almost perfect day, throw some FIFA in there and it would be his dream.

"Fine, I'll go, but when we get back we are playing video games." Michael mumbled and walked to the back of the bus.

••

"Where are we even going?" Michael asked, right now Michael was completely shielded from the sun. He was wearing sunglasses, a hat under his hood, and his jacket was pulled up to his jaw.

"We are going to go to the first pizza place we see, which would be this one!" I pointed to a building that was names Filho's and has a little pizza as the O.

I grabbed Michael by the wrist and dragged him across the street toward the cute little pizza place.

It was a self seating place so I let Michael go find a seat while I ordered a large cheese pizza.

Once I payed, I walked over to Michael who had his head down with his phone two inches away from his face.

I frowned in disapproval as I pulled off his hood and sat across him.

"Hey!" Michael grumbled as he tried to pull his hood back on but I reached over and slapped his hand away.

"No! There's a reason why you're so pale!" I told him as I pulled off his hat and glasses and threw them on the table.

Michael grumbled some incoherent words and went back on his phone which I snatched out of his hand shortly after.

"None of that either, stop being so antisocial!" I exclaimed as I slipped his phone into my pocket where mine was.

"What am I supposed to do now?" Michael frowned.

"Talk. Eat pizza." I listed, "speaking of." I said as a women walked over with the pizza.

When she set the wonderful cheesy circle of amazing in front of us, Michael's eyes lit up. He sat up straighter and grabbed the largest slice.

I chuckled as I grabbed a slice about half the size as his.

••

I can't believe you only had two slices!" Michael exclaimed for the billionth time today as we walked along the sidewalk, eating our ice cream cones.

"You're on that again?" I questioned.

"How are you full after two slices?" Michael chuckled.

"Because I'm a normal person who eats a normal amount of food." I informed him.

"Hey, so am I!" Michael defended as he finished off his ice cream.

"You are your large ice cream cone in five minutes, and you had the rest of the pizza and you got french fries after." I told him.

"Thank you for proving my point." Michael said and shook my head, giggling.

About ten minutes later, when my ice cream was finished, I stopped in my tracks and let out the most overdramatic gasp ever.

"What? What?" Michael worried.

I pointed to a jacket in a store window and squealed, "Michael look! It says Clifford!" In the window of a cute little store, there was a letterman jacket that said Clifford 95.

"I though something was wrong!" Michael frowned.

"I'm so buying that!" I squealed.

"No, you're n-" Michael started but I was already in the store.

Luckily, I found my size in the three jackets that were left.

"Why don't you buy a Hemmings?" Michael grumbled as he leaned against a wall.

"Because I'm with you," I said as we walked over to the cashier. They were also out of Hemmings and Hood jackets but I would probably get Clifford either way.

"These are going like crazy! You're lucky you found your," the cashier paused when she looked up and saw Michael, "size." She mumbled.

She looked at the name on the jacket then back at him, "Are you?" She started.

Michael smiled and handed her some cash before taking the jacket out of her hand, "Nope."

"I could have payed for that," I told him as I slipped on the jacket while we were walking out.

"It's fine." Michael mumbled.

"Well next time, I'm paying for myself." I told him.

We walked in a comfortable silence until I almost tripped on my own two feet.

"Woah," Michael said, as he helped me steady myself by grabbing hold of my wrist, "careful." He said just above a whisper.

It was weird, it felt like electricity shot up my arm and goosebumps suddenly appeared. I hadn't realized I was still standing in the middle of the sidewalk with Michael holding onto my arm until he suddenly pulled away.

"Uh, sorry." Michael mumbled after he pulled away.

We were standing there awkwardly for a while so I decided to break the silence, "Let's go play some video games?" I asked.

Michael smiled, "Yeah."