Breakfast

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Aria and Michael.

The two of them got the strangest looks as they entered the cafeteria together. Aria, she was used to looks, but these were different ones.

"Why are they looking at me like that?" She asked Michael, like her actually know.

"I don't know," he shrugged "cause we're got?"

"You're gross. Go away." Aria cringed.

She grabbed a tray, a banana, and some chocolate milk. Then headed to her table. Michael how ever took just about everything they offered. Then stalked her to the table.

"Really!? You always follow me!" She hissed.

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Cause."

"Answer me!"

"Answer what?"

"Why do you follow me!?"

"Cause."

"Oh my Katy!"

Michael looked up from his bacon "who's Katy?"

"My doll."

"Of course."

"Shut up and eat your breakfast!"

"Jeez, somebody is on their period."

"You know what? I'm about the skin you and make a book out of your skin."

"Wow. Fiesty."

"Mike."

"Mike? That's a new one. Normally it's Mikey or Michael, nobody has ever called me Michael..."

"Sorry."

"What for?"

"Uh calling you mike?"

"Don't be." He smiled "I like it."

Aria smiled to herself, and took a small sip of her chocolate milk. Forgetting about Katy for once.

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