(In this fanfic, let's pretend the boys are staying 2-3 months in LA instead of 3 weeks. Okay? Okay. x)
Chapter 9 :
Stephanie's POV
I came home from school, extremely exhausted from doing all the work I missed on Friday along with the stuff I learned today. Keeping the secret of Michael and I being friends from Marissa was even harder though.
I wanted to tell her so badly, but I knew I couldn't. I also couldn't tweet Michael about anything... Or so I guessed. I mean, I could if I wanted to, but I knew it would start a huge war with the fans, and I would NOT want to do something like that. I was once one of those fans, I know how it feels when rumors of girlfriends comes around. I never was really a HUGE fan who would cry and spazz about it, but it sure as hell would make me frown a little.
I went up to my room, then my phone buzzed,
'Hiii, im guessing ur outta school?'
It was from Michael.
'Yeah... Why r u asking?'
'Bc i was just curious... Are we playing later tonight? Im up for a good competition. Youre about the only person i know who can actually make a game challenging for me hahaha'
For some reason, when I read that, I felt proud of myself. It might've been the fact that I was at Michael's level on most games, or maybe that he likes playing with me.
Either way, I was happy.
'We might, depends on when i finish homework bc im going to the store for my family right now to pick up some stuff.' I texted Michael back.
'What store?'
'Target. Ill talk to you later... Bye. x' I typed, then locked my phone, put my bookbag down in my room, then left my house, walking to the store which wasn't far from where I lived.
Once I got to the store, I quickly got all the things my family needed like soap, shampoo, cookies, and then pens for my mum. I was walking to a checkout counter, and once I got up to the cashier, I immediantly regretted my decision.
Tristan, Marissa's dick-guy-friend, aka her crush, sat behind the counter, fixing his silky black hair nonchalantly.
"Tristan." I nodded slightly, and the tension between us grew extremely dense.
"Didn't think I'd be seeing you for awhile," Tristan mumbled, scanning my items quickly.
"Don't try to make small talk."
"You're going to have to like me sooner than later, because I'm going to be asking Marissa to be my girlfriend sometime." Tristan said, and a slight blush rose to his pale cheeks.
"When exactly is 'sometime'?"
"Within the next week or two."
I clenched my teeth, not speaking anymore. This fucking prick doesn't deserve Marissa.
The history between Tristan and I is way too long to explain, but I can say we've had our fair share of fights, pranks, and stare-downs.
I finished paying the twat, then grabbed my bags and walked out the door... Well, not exactly. I was about to walk through the automatic doors, but a man in an all black outfit tapped my shoulder, giving me a heart attack.
"Y-yes?" I fumbled out the word.
The person pulled their hood up slightly, revealing a smirking Michael, "Hi."
"Michael! What're you doing here?!" I laughed.
"I just wanted to say hello, I dunno. It gets kinda boring when you're with the same three people like... All day, and..." Michael cut himself off, looking down slightly and blushing.
