^Allison shown in image above^
Allison's POV
I wake up and get dressed for hell. Skinny jeans, hoodie, snap back and keds. I fix my face, and grab my board and run across the yard to Michael's.
"MIKEY" I scream climbing into his bedroom window. Which I now regret seeing he's only in boxers. "Eww." I squeal shielding my eyes, purposely trying to annoy my best friend. "Shut the hell up, you know you wanna look" Michael responds with shuffling in the background, which I hope is him putting on pants. "The snakes been caged, it's safe now." he calls, I turn around and find him in jeans, and a plain black tee shirt. "Good, it smells like slut in here" I say crinkling my nose.
"Well that's what you get for coming in my room."
"Yea well maybe if you weren't such a man hoe." I murmur grabbing his skate board throwing it out the window next to mine. "You need new grip tape, yours is becoming shit."
"Yea, yea, yea. Ally all you do is bitch." Michael says grabbing his booksack and climbing out the window.
"True, but you're the one who chose to be my friend" I say shoving him lightly.
"Yea, yea. Hurry your ass up, we gonna be late." Michael says running to the street and hopping on his skateboard.
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Teen FictionHe loved her, and she loved him. But they didn't? Honestly, they don't even know themselves. Michael and Allison have known each other their whole lives. They've always treated each other in a sibling type of way, but they felt something more than t...
