better. (a cake au)

two.

Michael and I spent the rest of the day together, shooting awkward glances across the classrooms full of rebellious, bored, highschool students and ourselves. Calum spent the day surrounded by the most sought after, popular girls in school. Especially now that he's a senior, all the girls are interested in him. Even the freshman. Calum is a year older than me, and up until I met Michael, I dreaded the day he graduated. But now, I have someone else, so I'm not sitting alone, eating lunch in the bathroom like I did in middle school.

The final bell rings and just like they always do, everyone shoves all their things in their bags and throws them over their shoulders as the teacher tries to yell over the roar of the teenagers eager to leave the building. I usually stay behind momentarily as to not get run over. Michael does the same, and soon, aside from the teacher, we're the only ones on the room. My eyes dart over to him and he looks back at me. I stand up and throw my backpack on, smiling at him softly. He does the same and walks over to me, leaning a hand on my desk.

"Shall we?" he says, and I nod. We head out of the classroom, walking beside eachother awkwardly, trying not to get trampled.

"So..." I start, chewing on my lip. "Are you busy tonight?"

"No, besides some homework."

"Would you maybe want to, er, come over then? We can do homework or- something." I say awkwardly.

"Er- yeah sure." He says with a smile. "I'm sure my parents won't mind. Do you ride the bus?"

"Yeah." I nod. "Do you?"

"No, I drive. I could take us to your place?"

"Oh, sure." I nod.

We spend the trip to my house in complete silence, shooting eachother occasional glances, then looking away quickly when our eyes meet. When we arrive at my house, I let us in and throw my bag down on the floor.

"Mother, I'm home!" I shout, so she can hear me upstairs.

"One moment!" she shouts back, and a couple seconds later, she jogs down the stairs.

"This is Michael, he came over to do homework." I nod, and she smiles at him, brushing some of her blonde hair out of her face.

"Nice to meet you, Michael, I'm Liz." She extends her hand, and he shakes it with a smile. "Well, I'll let you two get to it." She smiles, and Michael smiles back.

"My room's upstairs." I say, and lead Michael up the stair case which I've been climbing everyday for my whole life. When we get to the top, I open the door and gesture for Michael to enter. "You can put your bag where ever." I say, and he places it down by my desk, looking around.

"I love your room. And these posters are great. Bleachers, Alt j, Red Hot Chili Peppers- you have great taste."

"Thanks." I say with a smile, and sit down on my bed. Michael walks over and sits down next to me.

"So, let's get the homework over with, yeah?" Says Michael, and I groan.

"Fine. Let's do this."

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"Bye!" I wave to Michael as he walks out to his car. The homework took a little longer than expected, and now it's 10:30. I shut the door and run a hand through my hair, biting my bottom lip. This was not the image I had in mind for this evening. Although the image I had in mind had no chance of coming true. I'm ripped from my chain of thought by a knock at my door. I peek through the window to see Michael's purple hair on the other side. I quickly fix my quiff and open the door, trying to look cool as I do so.