Michael's POV
It's been 3 days since I sent her an explaination, and still nothing. At this point, I'm not even saying sorry. I'm pleading and begging for her to just read my texts, and that's not working. I scroll through our "conversation". All green, and no white. All me, and no her. Despite that it is midday, I slip under my covers and go to sleep.
Alisson's POV
I wake up to the bright sun, unaware of what time it is. I've lost track of time these last few days, because time doesn't matter when you're sleeping the days away. There's nothing to do but sleep, read, repeat. My phone has been off for about a day, and I reluctantly press the power button. The apple symbol ignites in the middle of my screen, and when it's ready I unlock it. It opens to my home screen, and the number in the little red circle in the top right corner of my messages shocks me. It reads "52". I open up my inbox, and there was a text or two from my mom, and the rest from Michael. I glance beside his name, and I read the first few words of the last text he sent me. "Please answer me ba...". I click his name. I scroll through the short novel of apologies, explainations, and pleas glancing over them slightly. The many messages from him are nice to read, and warm me up a little bit from the cold and boring me I've become in the past few days. I huff in frustration, and delete all of the messages. No way am I falling for that, I'm not an easy girl.
Michael's POV
I grasp the flowers in my hand, and look them over. I hope this isn't a stupid idea. Do girls still like it when they receive flowers? I knock on her door lightly, and blow air out my nose in a slight laugh. Much confidence, a knock of a little girl. I raise my knuckles up to the door again and knock harder this time, hoping that it doesn't come off as aggressive. I hear the door unlock from the other side and hope fills me. I am slightly disappointed when the door opens and Kim stands in the doorway. She sees the roses in my hand, and grins at me. Point for Michael.
"Hello, Michael. Haven't seen you around in a while!" By the smile on her face, I'm assuming she doesn't know that anything happened between Alisson and I. I chuckle awkwardly.
"Yeah," an extremely uncomfortable silence falls over us.
"Is Alisson around?" I say at the same time she says,
"Are you looking for Alisson?" We both laugh together awkwardly, before she speaks.
"I'll go and get her, she may be sleeping so just give me a minute. Come in." She moves to the side so I can step in.
"If she's sleeping, don't wake her. I can always come back later." I smile at her.
"Will do. I'll be back." She walks up the stairs and I stand in the silent house waiting. I glance around at nothing really, from the clean floors to the fresh looking paint on the walls. I look back at a picture that hangs on the wall, and step towards it to get a closer look. It's a picture of a small girl, definitely Alisson holding a balloon with face paint on. I smile at the photo, but my attention is taken away from it when I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. She is half way down the stairs when she realizes it's me, and stops in the middle of the staircase.
"Hey." I say to her with a slight, even shy smile. She doesn't say anything, she just stares.
Alisson's POV
"Alisson, get up. There's someone at the door for you." I hear my mother.
"Who?" I open my eyes and she's gone. I whip the covers off of me and make my way down the hall and to the stairs in a pair of track pants and a plain black tee. I yawn and begin walking down the stairs. I stop in my tracks when I realize who it is. I dont know whether to finish walking down the stairs, or to turn around and go back into my room. Mike- Michael stands at my door with a bouquet of red roses in his hands. Don't get sucked in Alisson....
"Hey." Is all he says and the sound of his voice makes me long for him.
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أدب الهواةThe story of two teens who fall helplessly in love with each other.