alone // m.c.

►six

The rest of the week went by pretty fast for Zoe. She finished her paper due in anthropology and ignored Ashton through most of her shifts at the record shop. Before she knew it, it was already Friday afternoon.

After asking for someone to cover her shift, which Ashton said he would have happily done if he didn't happen to have the same shift, she arrived at her apartment at 6:30. She had an hour and a half before Michael would be here to pick her up.

She went into her bedroom and realized she had no idea what to wear. MIchael had refused to tell her where they were going, therefore she didn't know whether to wear a dress or jeans. Quickly dialing Michael's number, she decided to ask him about it.

"Hey, Michael." Zoe chirped into the phone.

"Oh, uh, Hi. Please tell me you're not calling to cancel on non-date?" Michael said, sounding nervous.

"Of course not! I am calling because I do not know what to wear. Should I wear a dress or should I wear a skirt or should I wear jeans with a blouse or jeans with a tee shirt or-" Michael cut her off before she could finish.

"Jeans with a tee shirt should be fine, unless you want to look overdressed. If you want to look overdressed I suggest a dress." Michael smirked at his clever comment, although it wasn't really that clever.

"Okay, see you at 8:00 then!" Zoe said.

"No, you will see me at 7:59." Michael said quickly before hanging up, causing Zoe to roll her eyes at him.

Zoe decided on a Green Day tank top and some regular black skinny jeans before applying a little more makeup than usual. Today she put on eyeliner, mascara, and foundation, instead of just mascara.

Zoe was grabbing her bag when the doorbell rang. She looked at her phone and it was 7:59. This boy really wasn't kidding.

Zoe opened the front door t to see Michael standing outside, a wide grin on his face.

"Hello, babe. I am here at 7:59 for our non-date." Michael stated.

"Well what if I need one more minute to get ready?" Zoe asked, just wanting to make some smart ass comment.

"Well, you look great therefore will not be needing the extra minute. Now come on, it's time to go." Michael said, pulling on Zoe's arm.

As they were standing in the elevator, Zoe finally took a moment to gape at how good Michael looked. He was wearing his regular ripped black skinny jeans but he had a black Metallica singlet on, which he had obviously cut from a tee shirt to a muscle shirt. He looked good in all black. To top it all off he had a black hoodie and a pair of black boots on his feet.

They arrived in the lobby of her building and she waved a goodbye to the doorman, Herbert. As they walked out the door, she saw a black car sitting in front of them.

"You have a car?" Zoe asked, confused.

"Yeah, my parents pay for it."

It was a nice car, and when Zoe got inside she could feel the expensive leather against her exposed arms. Something still didn't quite add up for Zoe.

"Wait, but that night you walked me home from the record shop, I saw this car sitting outside. Why didn't you just drive me home?"

"I wanted to spend more time with you. If I had driven you home it would have just been a quiet five minute drive. But since I walked you home I got a nice 20 minute walk, and it was great." MIchael admitted. "Now stop asking questions about my dang car, we have things to do."

Zoe giggled and stopped asking questions for a few minutes, until she got curious as to where they were going.

"Will you just tell me where we're going?" Zoe begged.