"Michael, pleeeaaaaassse." Alana dragged out the word.
Michael just laughed. "No."
"Your such a party pooper!" Alana yelled, as she jumped up to punch Michael. She was only 5'2, and with Michael being 6'1, she could only reach high enough to punch his chest.
"Ow! My boobie!" Michael shouted through Alana's small house. Alana wanted to go out tonight, to this party a few kids were throwing, but Michael wanted to stay in and play video games. That's what the fight was about.
"Michael, I really don't understand why you don't want to go out. We always play video games." she rolled her eyes. "I mean, I might have to kick you out of the band." she shrugged.
"Oh, the band that I thought of? Yeah, you can so kick me out." he shoved past her to the kitchen.
"It was mutual thinking of. It wasn't just you."
"Really? Because if I remember correctly, you said it was a stupid idea and the band would never get anywhere."
"Well Mike, guess what?"
"The band hasn't gotten anywhere." they said at the same time, but Michael added a "yet." to the end of his sentence. Alana sat at the small table in her kitchen, while Michael did the usual: searched her cabinets for the food that was never there.
Michael groaned. "Lan, why don't you ever have food?"
"Because my mom sucks ass and won't buy us any." she replied without looking up from her phone.
"At least you don't have to live with her much longer. We're about to fucking graduate!" Michael said excitedly.
"Well where am I going to live? I can't go buy an apartment with the money I don't have."
"Live with me and my dad." he shrugged. He's had this idea many times, but Alana always disagreed. The apartment he lived in was hardly big enough for the two of them.
"Okay." Michael did a double take.
"Wait, really? Because my dad will probably be pissed, and-"
"No, I'm just screwing with you. We've been through this before." she rolled her eyes and stood up, turning away from Michael and going to her room. After she didn't hear his steps following her, she turned around. "You coming?"
"what? Oh, yeah. yeah." he mumbled as he followed her to her room.
After sitting and playing video games for a while, Alana's phone started to ring. They both jumped at the loud music coming from it.
"Hello?" she answered the unknown caller.
"Hey, is this Alana?" said a deep voice as Michael started making sex noises.
"Michael, shut the fuck up." she whispered. "Yeah. Who is this?" she said into the phone.
"Uh, this is Luke. Hemmings." he said. She had her phone on speaker, and when Luke said that, both her and Michael were trying not to laugh. What the hell was Luke Hemmings, one of the most popular kids in school calling her for?
Once her and Mike stopped laughing she replied. "Okay? Do you need something?" She tried to be polite about it.
"Yeah, actually. Um, could you come outside?" he chuckled a little. Kind of like he was nervous?
"Okay." she said slowly, exchanging a look with Michael. Both of them jumped off her bed and walked to her front door. She walked out first, with Michael following close behind.
"Oh." she jumped a little when she saw what was sitting in the driveway. A brand new mustang sat there, with "Prom?" written out in rose petals. Luke smiled sheepishly at the ground.
"Uh, sure." she awkwardly sad, shrugging her shoulders. She looked to Michael, who looked as confused as she felt.
