"❝HONEY❞
❚chapter eleven; Ice cream? Really?❚
"DO YOU believe in God?" Nicole asked, continuing to draw circles on the pale skin of Michaels arm.
"No." Michael replied. He did when he was little, his family being religious and all. It seemed as though as he grew up, he stopped believing.
"I do.." Nicole said, almost at a whisper.
Michael ignored her, not really caring for her religious views as he glanced at the clock on her bedside table.
"Fuck, Nic, I have to go." Michael said sitting up, pushing her off of him. Nicole frowned, using the blanket to cover up her nude body.
"Why?" She asked, disappointment evident in her voice.
"I, uh..." Michael wracked his brain for an excuse. "I'm seeing a movie with Ashton tonight, I don't want to be late. Michael lamely explained while quickly putting on his clothes. Nicole's eyes lit up with an idea, a big smile forming.
"Can I come with?" She asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Uh.." Michael panicked, slipping on his dark brown sweater. "I don't want Ashton to be uncomfortable, or - or to get the wrong idea." Michael faced away from her, searching for the old leather jacket his father had given to him.
"You know, the whole point of being friends with benefits is to actually be friends." Nicole huffed, rolling her eyes again.
"Fine then, how about this." Michael smirked, knowing he was about to make it really clear for Nicole. "We just fuck. That's it. We're not 'friends' or 'buddies'. We're nothing more than each others toy. I don't care about you, and I really hope you don't care about me." Michael snarled, coming off a lot more harsh than he had meant.
"God, you are such an asshole." Nicole whispered, sitting up. "Get the fuck out of my house, you're stupid jackets over there." She pointed over to the other side of the bed, grabbing her phone off of the bed side table, and not looking back up at Michael.
Michael grabbed his jacket, putting his hand in his pockets and making sure his keys and wallet were still there. He slammed the door behind him, not in a slightly worse mood than he had been a few minutes ago. Funny enough, Michael didn't feel guilty. Although it sucked that she was mad at him, there would now be no confusion between them.
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Michael sat in his old pickup truck, munching down on an eight-layer burrito while sipping on a root beer in the parking lot of Taco Bell. Michael was bored, even if he was eating his favorite meal. Suddenly, a movie with Ashton didn't sound like such a bad idea.
He scrolled through his contacts, stopping at the one labeled 'Ash'. Michael set his halfway eaten burrito in his lap and started typing.
Michael: Do u wanna see a movie tonight?
Michael plugged in his phone, blasting 'Going away to college' by Blink-182, singing along at the top of his lungs. Michael had almost finished his food by the time Ashton replied.
Ash: yea can RORY come?
Ash: **rory
Michael contemplated it for a moment, knowing that he'd be an ass if he said no, but also keeping in mind they'd be making out the whole time. Michael decided to risk it.
Michael: yeah sure i guess.. meet me there?
Ashtons only response was 'k', which is something that made Michaels eye twitch, but ignored as he crammed the rest of the burrito into his mouth, and backed out of the parking lot.
