I sat in my room confused. I had kissed luke. What's wrong with me? He has a girlfriend. Fück.
I lied in my bed groaning into my pillow as i recall the memory. It was around 12 in the afternoon and the only call i'd gotten was from luke. He had left a voicemail and it was about three hour old.
"hey michael. Sorry if this is weird... Um, can we talk about what happened? You know... the kiss..." After that he hung up and i quickly texted back.
[To: Breadstick]
[12:13 P.M]
Do you still want to talk about it?
[From: Breadstick]
[12:19 P.M]
Sure. Can you meet me at that pizza parlor?
I replied with a simple "okay" and got dressed. I rushed out the door and to the place we went to when we first hung out.
- - - -
Luke's Point Of View
[From: Tuesday]
[Saturday, 10:51 A.M]
Hey Luke! Where were you yesterday babe? I miss you. <3
[From: Mothership]
[11:12 A.M]
Don't forget you appointment at five... You know it's important luke...
- mom xx
[From: Mikey]
[12:26 P.M]
Okay
I scrolled through his messages. I'd been meaning to call Tuesday and apologize for not going out with her the other night. Maybe if I did, I wouldn't have kissed michael.
I wasn't sure if he regretted it or not. I have come to terms with the fact that I did indeed have feelings for the now purple haired boy. I wouldn't act on these feelings of course. Being gay was wrong and that kiss was dumb.
I had finally stopped thinking and made my way to his dresser to grab a plain grey shirt and black jeans. I took a minute to observe his frail figure. My skin exposed the outlines of his bones and he hated it. I'd become very thin recently and began wearing baggy shirts to cover it. I hoped michael wouldn't notice.
I made my way past the bridge and all the way to the pizza parlor. It wasn't big and extravagant-- it was nice and small. I smiled at the memory of my awkward lunch with michael here. I still had the pictures and still looked at them every so often.
I open to front door and spot michael's purple hair in a booth in the back. I approached him slowly and felt awkward as i practically whispered the word "hi." He smiled and replied with a "hello."
(A/N:)
Tbh i don't remember what color of Michael's hair came after green. Oops.
More foreshadowing oOoOoOoo
chapter 11 question:
on a scale of 1-10 how boring is this book?
-ashley xx
