We walked down the street to a popular 24/7 diner. I came here a lot with Kayley since it was right down the street from our apartment building that was visible from the entrance of the diner.
"That's my apartment building down the street." I informed Michael, pointing in the direction the building stood.
"Holy shit, you do live close." He said while he opened the door and allowed me to step inside. It was busy but it was the weekend and people were always awake. We sat down at a booth and waited for someone to take our order.
"So Rory, tell me about yourself." He smiled. I wasn't much for talking about myself, I wasn't that interesting of a person.
"Well, I'm orginally from a small town in upstate New York but I moved here with my best friend to go to college. She goes to UCLA and I go to USC. I'm majoring in film scoring, I've always wanted to do that since I was little. I love music; I'm pretty sure if music didn't exist I'd be insane." I laughed as did Michael. The waitress came over and took our orders and when she left, Michael urged me to continue.
"I used to write a lot, but I stopped a little awhile ago and I haven't been writing for a few years. I'm probably boring you from rambling, so I'll stop now." I laughed.
"No, you weren't. Why don't you write anymore?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to answer and he nodded.
"What about you? Tell me about yourself, Michael." I told him.
"I've lived here for about a year with my bandmates writing music for our second album. I like video games and eating food. If I'm not doing that, I'm playing the guitar or watching a film. I'm not very interesting actually, I just kind of live like every other teenager. Except I'm in a band." He laughed. Our waitress came from the kitchen with our food. I ordered a chicken wrap and Michael had a cheeseburger; typical diner food. I looked at my phone and saw that it was almost midnight. I figured that Kayley was still at the party and would find her way home some how, like usual.
"Do you come to this place a lot since you're right down the street?" He asked.
"Yeah, at least once a week. It's my favourite place in LA. It reminds me of home. There is this old diner that's been around since my grandparents were teenagers and I used to go there with them every Sunday for lunch back in New York. I like the feel of the diner." I laughed awkwardly.
"Yeah, I understand. Little things always remind me of home. Even restaurants too." He smiled. When we finished we left a tip and split the check after I insisted at least four times before Michael gave in. We walked outside and he took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.
"Do you mind?" He asked. I shook my head. He proceeded to take a cigarette out of the packet and lit it with a lighter he had in the pocket of his flannel. I watched him as he inhaled and puffed out a large cloud of smoke. We walked back to his flat in a comfortable silence. When we arrived, Michael held the door open for me and I stepped inside.
"We could watch a movie?" He asked.
"I'd like that." I smiled. I sat on the couch as he walked over to a case full of DVDs.
"Horror or comedy? We don't have much of a selection." He said while studying the case.
"Horror." I answered. He moved his head as he read the titles and picked out a few. He walked back over with three DVDs. They were The Ring, Mama, and The Exorcist. I haven't seen Mama so I chose that one. He put the DVD in the player and his play.
"Have you seen this before?" I asked him.
"No, but Calum and Luke watched it one time and I could hear them screaming from upstairs." He laughed. I nodded and leaned back into the couch, rather close to Michael. He put his arm around me and pulled me into him. I smiled and relaxed into his side.
Halfway through the movie, he started playing with my hair. I smiled at how delicate he was being with it. He leaned down and kissed my temple. I looked up at him and smiled. Michael leaned down once again but this time kissed my lips instead. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled into the kiss. He brought me closer and started kissing down my neck. I moaned and I felt him smirk.
"Come on." He whispered. He stood up and took my hand. Michael walked up the stairs and I followed behind him. He opened the door to a bedroom and I followed him inside.
