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It was Friday. Michael was currently limping to school. The pain was always worse the next day. But it didn't matter. It never does.
Another day, another punch, another bruise. It was practically routine.
Michael heard a phone chime. He ignored it, it couldn't have been his. The boy's phone never went off, no one wants to talk to the unpopular fag. Another chime was heard. Michael looked around seeing no one. He had a new number that only his mum had, but she never texted him or even contacted him.
Mum: Can I come over to your house today? I have to tell you something.
Michael: okay
Mum: You're dismissed from school.
Michael: okay
Michael groaned internally at that. The school was just in his view. He turned and started heading back home.
About twenty minutes later, the black-haired boy was back at his house. His mum's car was already there. Michael was confused, he had heard some voices from behind the door.
Unlocking the door, he walked in. The boy took his shoes off and neatly placed the pair on the shoe rack next to the door.
Silently, Michael walked into the living room. He saw his mum, his mum's friend that recognizes, and a tall honey-blonde.
"Hello, Michael." His mum greeted.
The black-haired boy gave his mum a small smile and sat down in the other armchair. Michael's mum and her friend were on the loveseat in the middle and the honey-blonde was on the armchair opposite of Michael.
"So Michael.." She began. "Don't you have a few extra rooms in this house?" Michael nodded. "My friend's son came here since his father-" His mum coughed awkwardly. "He's new here and is going to go to your school. And I was wondering if he could move in with you." Michael was hesitant to nod and bit his lip nervously. "I'll buy you a car?" She offered.
Michael nodded softly looking down and fiddling with his fingers. He didn't need or want a car, but he could tell his mum would not let him say no.
She grinned brightly. "Alright! Let's go, Anne!" She got up and started her way out the door. "And oh Michael? Your car is in the garage, key on the kitchen counter. Black Audi A4."
Michael had no idea what model of car that was. Anne stayed behind to thank Michael, the boy only smiling slightly and nodding.
The boy was sitting, while the other introduced himself. "Hi Michael, I'm Ashton Irwin. Nice to meet you." He outstretched his hand.
Michael let his small hand get covered completely by Ashton's large hand. He didn't reply, only smiling.
"Do you not talk?" He asked cocking his head to the side.
Michael bit his lip. They were going to be roommates and he was bound to hear him speak eventually. So he spoke softly. "S-Speak, y-y-yes.."
Ashton's eyes widened. The boy had such a beautiful voice. "Oh, great."
Michael took a breath and still very nervous, the boy didn't stutter much, only when he was nervous. So, he asked, trying to minimizing his words as much as he could. "R-Room, y-yet?"
"No, I didn't pick a room yet, can you show me around?" Ashton asked, wanting to get close to this boy. Not in a romantic way, but in a platonic way.
Michael nodded. The small tour consisted of mostly the two walking around the house until they got to the upstairs. There were four closed doors. The black-haired boy pointed to the door at the end of the hallway. "M-My room." He pointed to a door in between two doors unidentified. "R-Restroom." Michael turned back to Ashton. "E-Empty."
"I can pick?" The honey-blonde asked, liking the idea of having a choice.
Michael nodded. He shyly waved at him as his sock-clad feet softly hit the floor as he walked into his bedroom, leaving the hazel-eyed boy in the hallway.
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