Survivors Tribe

Chapter 3 - Strawberry Milkshake

"I'm fucking starving, Y/N. I'm pulling over and getting food, you can't stop me this time." Michael grumbled, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight and his belly growling straight after he said that. A giggle escaped my lips as we slowed down and pulled into a gas station with a diner just across from it.

Michael gave me a pointed look of 'don't test me' which made me giggle and snort louder. We had been travelling for around an hour and a half and Michael had complained of his tummy eating itself but I didn't let him pull over once, saying he should of ate before leaving. I thought Michael was joking about stopping until he took the keys out the engine and got out, walking round to my door and opening it.

"No Michael, I want to get home by 7!" I glared at him through my sunglasses, not moving a muscle. My legs were spread up on the dashboard and I was sunken into the passenger seat, my head leaning on the arm rest.

"We can stop for at least half an hour Peach, our houses aren't going anywhere." Michael said before lunging over me and unbuckling my belt and pulling me out of the car. Kicking and screaming of how I want to get home as soon as possible I saw how Michael had parked. He had reversed into the spot without me even realising and half of the car was over the line, very close to scratching the red Camaro parked perfectly next to us.

Michael had a nice car as well, but next to the Camaro it looked like garbage. He was able to save up for the car by working as a bartender during college - he had three jobs as a bartender, one being a bartender at a popular club in the city where he got the gossip of everyone we knew at college. Lets just say pretty girls gravitate towards Michael just by looking at his smirk and quirked raises eyebrow.

"Right I'm gonna put you down now so please don't go back in the car or I swear to god I'll shave that mane you call hair." Michael groaned, putting me down with a glint of mischief in his eyes. I gasped and slapped his arm before smirking and jumping up on his back making him stumble in shock and groan.

"How could I forget you would do that." Michael muttered to himself before grasping my thick thighs in his hands, throwing my arms over his shoulders and resting my face in his neck. He laughed when he pretended to drop me but I gripped onto him tighter, nearly choking him which made him not do it again.

"Oink." I snorted right in his ear just as we were getting closer to the diner. Why the fuck did he have to park at the gas station and not in the diner?

"What the fuck? Why are you oinking you weirdo?"

"It's not called a 'piggyback' back for no reason motherfucker." I laughed, placing my hands over his eyes and licking up his neck to the spot behind his ear. Michael cursed and started spinning around quickly, but no matter how hard I clung to him I still slid off his back. I smirked when seeing him out of breath and leaning on his knees, his eyes closed and cheeks flushed red.

"You're crazy Peaches. You know that right?" He smiled before taking my hand and walking the rest of the way to the diner.

"That's why we're friends Rocket." I said pulling the diner door open and letting Michael walk in first, getting pulled in after him. We made a beeline for the booth right at the far end on the diner as if we knew this place like the back of our hands, weaving in and out of tables and chairs. The booth had white and red checked lather pattern with a long silver table covered with cutlery, napkin dispenser and menus. The table has a glass covering and beneath it was old comic books, pictures and records as it's design - as if those things were trapped between the base and top of the table.

Michael sat on one side as I sat on the other, my feet instantly wrapping around his ankles just like they have been doing since we were little. Michael didn't notice as he passed me a menu, opening his and his eyes scanning across the pages to what there was to offer. I pushed the sunglasses up on my head and scanned over the menu too, my mouth watering at all the calzones, pasta bakes and pizza's. As it was nearly five in the evening I decided to ditch the idea of pancakes and get a cheesy pasta bake and a milkshake. I like dairy okay, leave me alone.