michael arrived at his destination in the matter of a few minutes. he would've taken a lot longer, considering the library was blocks away from his and ashton's shared apartment, and he was too lazy to even walk, but he was way more concerned on getting away from the feeling that he was being followed.
he walked into the building, sighing in a bit of relief. he walked smiled at the librarian, who smiled back. the old woman had taken a huge liking to the platinum haired boy.
before walking over and sitting at his usual table in his usual spot at the back of the library, he grabs the books he needs for to finish off his project and goes to the back.
when he gets there, he sees someone already sitting at his table. he knows it isn't exactly his, but nobody else sits there besides him. sighing to himself, he sits in front of the person, not really noticing their facial features since they were holding a binder up and it covered their face.
michael put his messenger bag on the table, taking out a pen and his own binder, opened up one of the books and began skimming through the pages.
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Mental ✧ muke
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