"If I gotta die protectin' you, then that's what the fuck imma do"
It's apocalypse season, which means people are on the road escaping. Some find it scary, some find it a fearless experience. It's all fun and games until the enemies really hit. Whe...
Michael was in his room sleeping. The room was pitch black and quiet—just the sounds of his soft snores. His family wasn't in town so he had the house all to himself. He had just ate dinner and was now simply drifting off to sleep.
That was until he heard the front door open and a loud voice from downstairs. He slowly opened his eyes and exhaled deeply as he sat up and looked around the dark room. He knew she would soon be emerging from the darkness of the rest of the house and join him in his room so he waited
From under the door he saw the lights in the hallway flicker on and heard her footsteps coming towards his room. She entered the room and stood in the doorway with a smile on her face as her phone was in her hand and her big purse slumped on her shoulder
"Michael!" She cheered and jolly walked over to his bed where he sat staring at her in dismay, "I missed you!" She said and leaned down to kiss him but he turned his head making her frown
"What's the matter? You ain't miss me?"she asked and he looks up at her as she goes over to turn on the lamp that was on his bedside table finally brightening up the dark room. His curls were pulled back and he had on a T-shirt and dark grey plaid pajama pants
"Where have you been?" Michael asked her as she paused and rolled her eyes, "So thass what this is about huh? Why you needa know where I was?"
He holds up his phone, waving it towards her. "Cuz you been gone for like a week." He pointed out and she rolled her eyes again at him. "So what?"
"So what Mya? I been callin' your damn phone for days! I been worried bout you and you come to my house all innocent and happy like you weren't just missing."
"I was doin' my own shit. We got like almost 2 weeks off of school, so imma make the best of it and have some fun."
He scoffed at her and set his phone down beside him, "Without me? Without tellin' me where you were? What the fuck is that Mya?"
She groans and starts taking off her sweater due to the hotness of his room. "Yo ass is overreactin'." She says
"Where did you go?" He asks her, beginning to stand up from the bed and he stuffed his hands in his pockets as she slipped off her socks and tossed them into his laundry basket. "Nowhere." She vaguely answered
