Aria spent the entire morning in the courtyard rolling her eyes at Michael, who hasn't left her side since this morning.
"-to get to the other side!" Michael laughed, slapping his knee at his joke. "Funny right!?"
"That was terrible." She mumbled licking the dirt out of under her nails.
"Oh come on lighten up!" Mikey yelled "dance!"
"Wha-no!" Aria called as she was pulled to her feet and drug around the grassy land to dance.
Michael made guitar noises with his mouth as he swung the small frame of Aria around, leaving green stains from the grass on her hospital gown.
"Mike. Stop. I don't dance."
"But I FEEL LIKE DANCING TONIGH-" he began to sing a line of I Feel Like Dancing by All Time Low before she cut him off.
"Michael I don't want to dance. I wish to be by myself." Aria huffed and Michael stopped dancing.
"Then what do you wish to do?"
"I just said. Be by myself."
"But then I'd be alone."
"I think you need some alone time."
"I think we should be alone together." Michael quoted Paramore.
Aria soon realized he had a problem with singing and quoting bands.
"I don't care! I don't want to hang out with you! I want to go do something by myself."
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes!!!"
"Don't yell Aria, it's rude. And I am not leaving so don't try arguing."
"Fine. Do you play an instrument?"
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"Hey girl, open the walls play with your doll-KATY!!"
Aria and Michael were playing music, Aria singing and Michael playing the accoustic guitar the asylum had.
"Who is Katy?" Michael asked putting the black guitar down.
"I haven't told you? My doll!"
