60 Minutes // (Lashton)

F O U R

"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soulmate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life."
- Elizabeth Gilbert

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I stand at the doors to the lunchroom, waiting for my green-haired friend to appear from out of the lunch line. He does, and I wave him over to me. Michael smiles and makes his way past the lunch tables. I open the door for him.

"Hey," He greets, grinning at me as we start to walk down the hall. "Coach's room?"

"Yep, the team is eating there today." I confirm as we head towards the classroom.

We reach the room and head inside, going to sit at the desks with the rest of our team. I set my lunch down and Michael sits beside me, slamming his tray down on the table loudly. I flinch at the sound, and he laughs at my reaction. I roll my eyes and unzip my lunchbox, pulling out my food for today. I'm still mad my mom won't give me lunch money, but at least I get to pack my own lunch.

"Shit," Michael curses, staring at his tray.

"What's wrong?" I ask, looking over at him and taking a bite of my cheesestick.

"I forgot to get a fork," Michael slaps his forehead, and I snort. "Do you have a fork, Luke?"

"No," I answer, shaking my head at him. He groans loudly.

"I guess I'll just eat with my hands." He shrugs and picks up his carton of chocolate milk. I stare down at Michael's lunch tray, a grimace present on my face.

"Mike, I don't think spaghetti is finger-food." I say. He violently stabs his straw against the table to get it out of the plastic, then sticks it in the milk carton.

"Well, I'm too lazy to go get a fork, so." He picks up a noodle and puts it in his mouth, causing me to grimace again. I reach into my lunchbox to pull out a napkin, and hand it to him.

"Thanks," He takes the napkin from me with his already dirty hand. "I forgot to get napkins, too."

I simply shake my head at him as he shovels the noodles into his mouth messily.

Lunch continues on and Michael pulls out his phone to show me funny videos on Instagram. He laughs obnoxiously loudly, making me laugh harder. Michael's laugh is just so contagious.

"Clifford!" We jump and turn towards the door, where Coach is standing, looking at Michael disappointedly. "Making a mess, I see?" Michael looks down at himself. Red stains from the spaghetti sauce are now present on his Fallout tee-shirt. The girls from the other team giggle at him.

"Uh, yes sir?" He says, sheepishly grinning at his coach. Coach closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Just clean up when you're done, please." He sighs and goes to sit at his desk.

"Yes sir!" Michael shouts, saluting him, making the girls giggle again. One with curly black hair whispers something into her friend's ear, and points over to me. I pretend I didn't see her, and turn my attention back to Michael.