rags and riches ; muke (completed)

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Michael was walking home when it started raining. Hard.

"Fuck my life..." He muttered, kicking a nearby trashcan making it fall over.

He continued walking, not caring about the trash in the street. He pulled his goodie over him, tightly, pulling the hood over his soaked head.

"Hey!" Someone yelled out. Michael looked in the direction of the voice and saw a boy sticking his head out of a window of a taxi car.

"Um...do I know you?" Michael asked awkwardly. "Well...no but you look cold and--yeah. You want a ride?" He asked. Michael shrugged, getting in the passenger seat.

"So where ya live?" He asked. "Up te road, left and third house. I'll just show you." Michael mumbled.

The curly guy- whom has yet to be named- nodded and drove by Michael's directions. "We're here." He said, opening the door. "Thanks for the ride Mr." He smiled. "Ashton, I'm Ashton." He smiled back. "Well thanks." Michael said, shutting the door and walking inti his house.

"Anyone home?" He called out. They better be home, it's pouring the rain out there and it's dark.

When he heard nothing, so he walked to the living room. Nothing. Kitchen. Nothing. Then he went to his room and heard a giggle.

A male giggle.

He peaked through the door and saw Madison tickling Luke's sides, making the older kick and squirm as he whined and giggled. He tip toed into the room and began tickling Madison.

She screamed a bit at first, startled, then turned around and squealed with delight. "Daddy daddy daddy!" She screamed, engulfing him in a hug, only to quickly move away.

"Wet." She giggled. "Yup, daddy's wet. I got rained on." He sighed dramatically, although he didn't really care. The only thing he cared about was Madison.