aisle 6 || lrh

5.0

It turns out that Michael never really completely left the premises of the Irwin household, he had just sat himself down on the front steps after he left the garage, hunched over his phone. Luke and I were quick to spot his inverted skunk hair in no time.

"Mike!" Luke called out as we walked closer to his spot. Michael just groaned in response. "Shut up, Luke, I'm trying to focus here!"

Michael's request was completely ignored, as Luke strolled right over to his friend and began talking. "Focus? On what? Are you cheating on me? Is that it? You're focusing on someone else, aren't you? I knew it. I totally knew it."

Michael snapped his head up from his phone and gave Luke an intense glare. "On behalf of all the librarians of the world, shut the fuck up, Luke."

Luke formed a pout and crossed his arms over his broad chest.

"But we're not in a library, though," I said.

"Don't make me hate you too," Michael warned, bringing his green eyes on me. He had a serious expression on his face for about three seconds before he cracked a small smile. "I'm kidding...for now." Oh.

"Can we go to your house and flake out?" Luke asked after he dropped his arms back to his side and made his pout disappear.

"Did you not listen to me? I'm trying to focus here," Michael responded, bringing his attention back to Luke.

"You never answered my question as to what you were focusing on," Luke said.

"Does it matter?" Michael asked.

"Yes," Luke answered. "I want to see if you're cheating on me or not," he continued.
"Jesus, Luke, don't be so clingy," Michael said with an eye roll.

"If you told me what you're trying to focus on then I wouldn't be so clingy, dumbass," Luke retorted.

Michael thrust his phone out for Luke to look at. Luke's eyebrows furrowed for a few quick seconds before he brought his gaze from the phone screen to Michael. "Kim Kardashian, really? I thought you were way cooler than Kim Kardashian."

"Fuck off, I'm so good at this game," Michael muttered as he brought his phone back close to him and tapped away.

"Loser," Luke muttered before turning back to me. "Well, it seems like we'll be stuck here for a while."
"That's fine," I shrugged and put my hands in the back pockets of my jeans.

Then we faded to silence and allowed the sounds of nature fill our ears. It didn't last long as Michael threw his head back and yelled, "GOD DAMN!"

Luke and I both jumped a bit, surprised by his sudden outburst.

"What, are you on the z-list now?" I asked after my heart stopped beating so fast from the small scare.

Michael aggressively set his phone down and shook his head. "That fucking whore Willow Pape."
I allowed a loud laugh to escape my mouth before covering it quickly. I wasn't really the type to just laugh whenever; I didn't exactly have the nicest laugh, in my opinion. It was out there. I guess Luke and Michael heard enough of it, because they both gave me looks that I couldn't decipher.

"Was that your actual laugh?" Michael asked, clearly not paying any more attention to "that fucking whore Willow Pape". I nodded in response, my cheeks quickly heating up.

"That's so cool," Luke commented, taking me by surprise. "I wish I had a cool laugh. Mine is just a squeak, really."

I dropped my hands from my mouth and raised my brows. "Be lucky yours is like a squeak. At least yours doesn't sound like some deformed bird," I said.