Chapter 26
Stephanie's POV
"Michael, wake up!" I shook the sleeping boy's arm.
"I'm sleeping." He mumbled, barely audible.
"Michael, get up!" I shook him even harder, and his eyes cracked open slightly.
"Whyyy?" Michael moaned, turning his body away from me.
"You have to go to school with me today, remember? And unless you want my parents absolutely hating you, I suggest that you get up now!"
Michael turned back around to look at me, grinning sheepishly, "Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot."
"It's fine. You don't really need to change, do you? Well you can't." I laughed, getting out of bed and choosing an outfit that consisted of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I started to take off my shirt, then remembered Michael was in the room. I turned around, and he was staring at me with a blank expression on his face.
"You can, like, go get ready in my bathroom and brush your teeth or something." I said, and Michael nodded quickly.
When Michael was gone, I changed. There really wasn't any point in trying to look good for Michael anymore. He accepted me as I was, so I was perfectly fine with wearing my shitty clothing around him.
"Can I come out now?" Michael asked from my bathroom.
"Yeah, I'm done getting ready. Good thing I remembered you were in here, or else you probably would've been flashed." I laughed, and Michael just smiled.
"That wouldn't have been so bad..." He said under his breath, and I smacked his arm.
"I heard that!"
"Sorry! It's the truth though, take it as a compliment."
"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked, changing the subject as I went into the bathroom, brushing my teeth. My toothbrush was already wet, so I assumed Michael used it.
"Oh c'mon! You used my toothbrush! That's disgusting!" I whined, and Michael blushed.
"You told me to brush my teeth,so I used that! It won't kill you!" Michael threw his hands up in the air.
"I guess, but it's still nasty." I mumbled before putting the bristles on my teeth.
"Your toast is done, butter it." I ordered Michael, and he just stared at me for a couple seconds.
"Man, you really know how to treat your guests!" He said sarcastically.
"I'm pretty sure making you butter your own toast isn't an act of slavery or rudeness Mikey." I said, getting cereal from the cupboard for myself.
"Wait, repeat what you just said." Michael said, looking at me with a weird face.
"I'm pretty sure you buttering your own toast isn't an act of slavery?" I repeated my sentence, not sure why Michael was making me do this.
"No, after that." He prodded.
"Or rudeness?" I trailed on, confused.
"After that, right after that!"
"Mikey?"
"Yes! You've never called me Mikey before, that was the first time!" Michael exclaimed, smiling widely.
"Oh. Well I was obviously bound to call you it someday." I said, pouring cereal in a bowl along with milk.
"Yeah, but still, it was a shocker to me. I thought you were gonna be the type of person who never called me that."
