Michael pulled up at my house and we began our tutor session straight away. After about 20 minutes we stopped for a quick study break. "I'm feeling kinda hungry," I said, "you want anything to eat?" Michael thought for a moment, "uh, I wouldn't mind a bit of pizza." I laughed, "Michael, you had pizza for lunch." "So?" He said, smirking, "anyway, call me Mikey. I hate being called Michael." "Fine then, Mikey, what sort of pizza do you want?" Michael shrugged, "whatever. I don't mind." We ordered pizza and decided to get to know each other better while we waited. "So," mike said, "what bands do you like?" I thought for a moment. I hated the way people judged me badly because of the bands I listened to. But I felt like I could trust Michael. "Uh," I began, "just the good stuff. You know, fall out boy, my chemical romance, green day, all time low..." Michael's eyes began to widen. "You seriously like all time low?" He asked. I smiled, "yeah, they're amazing." Mike hesitated. "No offence or anything, but you don't seem like the type to like all time low. I mean you're so smart, and quiet, and talented, and beautiful..." Michael froze, realising what had just said. "Well, I do like them. They are so talented. Jasey Rae is their best song," I paused before adding, "and I'm not beautiful." Michael lent in close and whispered, "you're right, you're not beautiful. You're stunning." I felt Michael's lips brush across my cheek. I wanted to kiss him back, to feel our tongues intertwine. But I couldn't. I had a boyfriend. And if Will found out, he'd kill me. So instead we sat there in silence, waiting for our pizza to be delivered.
