3rd person POV:
Michael began to drive to an address that (y/n) had provided him with. He arrived at a blue-grey house with two floors. No car sat in the driveway. Only a mo-ped scooter that was pretty vintage itself. He slowly walked up the walkway towards the door, staring at some pretty flowers that were black with yellow it the middle. They looked like black violets. He approached the door and knocked softly, not trying to startle the teen. She made her way down the stairs after Michael had rapped in the door three times. After she opened the door in her pjs, she lead him into a living room that had been set up with old video games and movies. Popcorn sat on the table and she had walked to the nearest 7/11 and gotten two slushies. "I hope you don't mind cherry.." she said quietly. "I didn't know what flavor to get you...." Michael smiled and said that she was trying too hard. She looked at him with a small grin and said,"sorry, I'm just not used to having friends....I just want to impress you so you don't abandon me..." Michael smiled at her and grabbed her hand. "Dude, I don't hook up with people I'm gonna abandon. You are basically in a safe zone. Just never....EVER....Ever..hurt me or Jeremy. Because then I would have to bench you for awhile." He chuckled as he pulled me into a warm hug. Once the hug had finished, (y/n) reached into her (f/c) backpack to pull out on of her many retro games. Michael frowned when he saw what Rich the bitch had written on her backpack (in either silver or black sharpie depending on the color of the bag). His brow furrowed as he traced the writing. "Whore" was written in terrible handwriting on the top of her bag. She noticed Michael staring and tracing it with an angered look on his face. "I-it doesn't matter, Michael....nothing they can say will hurt me. Plus, I-I have you....." She then began to laugh. "That came out wayyyyy more cheesy than it was in my head. I guess it's because of the sappy fanfics on Wattpad. Not a one has actual conflict that makes sense." She giggled. ((A/n:please don't hurt me Wattpad it was a honest joke. Mainly bc it is true. I just attacked my self with that comment....)) Michael laughed as she plugged in a Pac-Man Atari. ((A/n: I used to have two ataris. One was plain and had weird games on it like this one called circus acrobat. The other atari was a Pac-Man one with several different variations of Pac-Man and vintage racing games. I was in love with those ataris....I miss them......)). Michael began to beat all of (y/n)'s high scores with ease. (Y/n) decided that it was time for the showdown. Who ever could get to the highest level on "Go Fish!" ((This is an actual Atari 2600 game. It was one of my favorite ones on the Atari.)) Would get to pick which movie they would watch. The loser owed the winner a favor of any kind. (( Insert witty dirty joke here: )) They began to play and Michael was complaining at how stupid this game was and it is completely unrealistic. (Y/n) turned to him and said,"Okay, so a semi-circle who's mouth flaps open and says wacka while eating white dots and being chased by ghosts is realistic?" She laughed as Michael flushed and turned away from her.
