nurse; mgc

eight

Jasmine's POV

I had just got off work, and was walking down through this neighbourhood, to the bus stop. The streets were dark and poorly illuminated by the street lights which hung above me. The streets were mostly empty and quiet for the late hour, but all of a sudden - my phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered, pressing it to my ear. "Look behind you" A deep voice spoke. "Not today" I chuckled and hung up, I slipped my phone back into my pocket and kept on walking - not even paying a glance to the instructions the creepy voice gave me.

"Jasmine! Jasmine!" I heard a .
voice call, I swung myself around to see a boy with dark hair and blonde highlights. He looked very unfamiliar, which confused me in why he knew my name.

"Ummm.." I said, unsure of whether or not to respond. "Sorry, I.. I'm Michael's friend, and I was wondering whether or not you'd like to come in?"

"Why couldn't he come down himself?" I questioned and a blonde boy stuck his head out of the window, and yelled; "maybe because he can't walk!"

I shot my head in his direction and stood shocked, I recognized him from the first time I had met Michael. I began to contemplate listening to them, or just ignoring the situation and going home; but was the absolute worst that could happen?

So I followed the boy into the house, it was a lot warmer than the temperature outside. The house was filled with photographs and quotes. My eyes wandered around the living room, and then to Michael who sat on the couch with a huge smile on his face. "Hey, Jaz" he greeted and I leaned over the couch armrest to hug him. I felt eyes on my ass, which I knew were coming from the tattooed mystery boy.

"Ugh, sorry I look disgusting. I just came from work and I'm exhausted." I sighed, setting my bag down. "Want something to change into?" He asked and I nodded.

"My rooms the last door on your left, help yourself" he smiled cheekily and squeezed my hand. I walked up the stairs and followed his instructions, which weren't quite clear. But I eventually found myself at his room. The walls were white, and most of his furniture was black. Posters of bands I had never heard of, were scattered across his walls and clothes were littered all over the floor. Honestly he would've felt the same way, walking into mine.

A blonde, stood by the window whipped his head around. "Oh, it's you" he mumbled, not really sure he meant it in a offensive matter - but it sure wasn't nice. "Just getting some clothes" i shrugged, making sure not to apologize. I went over to his cupboard and pulled out some bright blue ball shorts, and decided to leave my black tank top on.

I changed in Michael's bathroom and walked back downstairs, and snuggled next to him. "I like your hair" he hummed, feeling the purple ends of my extensions. "I should dye mine again, we could be twinning" he said and I giggled into his chest. I looked back up at the blonde, and he began to lean in - this would be the first time I kissed Michael since he was in the hospital. I still hadn't figured out shit. Do I like Michael? Was I just upset about Trevor? He probably doesn't even remember kissing me.

Seconds away, Luke walked in and loudly interrupted us. "Michael , your wifi isn't working" he whined, Michael groaned and threw his head back. "What the fuck you want me to do about that?" He cursed, twisting his head around and I chuckled, leaning my head against his shoulder.

"Maybe stop sucking face for a second" he mumbled. "I'm sorry.. who's house are you in? Who's food did you just eat? Who's crappy internet are you complaining about?" Michael sassed. "You know what? I don't need this shit." Luke protested, stomping over to the closet and putting on his jacket. He aggressively slammed the door shut, and was gone and left only a breeze.

"Ah.." I chuckled. "Your friends are dicks" I joked. "I know" Michael sighed, rolling his eyes. "You know that kid is the reason i was in the hospital? He was drunk and tried to take me home, and swerved to dodge a pole but it hit me instead. I broke my femur, almost died. And he didn't even apologize."

Michael's story had me taken back a bit, I didn't really understand why he continued to struggle with him - I would've dropped him when he didn't pay for the surgery.

My stomach grumbled audibly, I bit my inner lip in embarrassment and silently prayed the blonde next to me didn't hear anything. But instead he pressed his hand to my stomach, causing me to suck in extremely. "Awe, babe. You hungry? There's pizza and popcorn on the table, help yourself." He instructed.

"No, it's okay" I lied but he insisted. I got up and served two slices of the pepperoni pizza and sat back down. I devoured the cheesy goodness, with Michael's arm wrapped around me. Looking up at him, his green eyes swirling with reflections of the television show we were watching. His smiles and silent giggles were the most adorable thing ever, and the scent of his cologne surrounding me.

Maybe I did like him.