Sweets

7.

(Hi Hi~~ Guess who's finally back!!!)

*A thin layer of snow covered everything in the outside world. The grass was just barely peeping through the blanket on top of it.*

"Ben! Get up! It's 12 in the afternoon!"
"Ugh... It's so warm... I don't want to..." He said sluggishly.

*His mother stood at the foot of his bed pulling the blanket slowly.*

"Aren't you going to Michael's house today?"
He shot up. "Oh shit! I forgot!!"
"Language Mister!!"
"Oh sorry Mom.." He started to get out of his bed.
She let out a sigh. "Well, breakfast is downstairs if you want any." With that she left his room.

(Ben's Head) What should I wear... Nothing too fancy... Nothing too sloppy... Hmmmm...

*Meanwhile, in Michael's house...*

"I'm going out tonight. No partying. On second thought... Do whatever you want... As long as the house is clean when I get back tomorrow morning, we have no problems..." She spat out with a dead voice.
"Alright." Michael got up from the table to wash his plate.
"What do you think you're doing?" She yelled.
He turned around quickly hearing her chair clatter backward.
She grabbed his wrist firmly. "You sit at this table until I finish my meal. You only get up when I tell you to take my plate."
"I'm sorry Mom." He said in a regretful voice.
She let go of his wrist with a flick. "I'm not you're mother. Never call me that again."
"I'm sorry..."
"I'll be leaving now then. Make sure you do these." She sneered shoving her dirty dishes at him.

*She walked out of the house. Locking the door behind her. Michael watched out the window as she sped off. He sighed.*

(Michael's Head) Now that that's over with... I need to figure out what time Ben is coming...

*He trotted down the stairs excitedly and picked up his phone from a shelf on his wall. He unlocked it clearing all the notifications.*

You:
What time are you coming over?

Ben:
I could come at 5:00

Ben:
We could go out and walk around

Ben:
Maybe grab a bite to eat

You:
But it's cold ⊂((・⊥・))⊃

Ben:
It's not that cold! Just bundle up! (° ▽ °)

You:
Okay fine! （＾◇＾）

Ben:
See you then!!!

*Michael put his phone back on the shelf and smiled.*

(Michael's Head) He's so nice... Kind... Considerate... No time to think about that! What am I gonna wear?

*He started looking through his closet frantically. He started talking to himself aloud.*

"It's cold so... No short sleeves... Lots of layers... Hmmmmm..."

*He picked up a plain grey sweatshirt and put it on his bed. He then took out a black and white bomber jacket.*

"Okay so... Thin grey sweatshirt under my bomber jacket... And a plain white t-shirt under that all... cuz it's cold..." He said laying it all together.
"For pants... I know it's cold... But this would look really good with some black ripped jeans..."