Into An Idiot

12. Interviews

Michael calls me around ten.
"Hi." I answer.
"Hi." He says.
"So... you're coming over after your appointment right?"
"Yeah. Um, I was also wondering if you had concealer?"
"Concealer? Like makeup concealer?" I ask, confused.
"Yeah." Michael says awkwardly.
"Yeah, I've got some. Just don't use it all or leave it at your place, you wouldn't want people calling you a dill."
"I know, I'm coming over soon."
"Okay, Mikey." I laugh, putting the phone down.
Michael walks right into the house without knocking, and sits himself on my bed.
I laugh at the sight of him.
"Your shorts are a little small." I giggle.
"Yeah, well, it's not my fault my legs decided to grow."
"Anyway, why do you need concealer?"
"Just give me it." He demands. I hand him the tube, and he squirts it on his arms, rubbing it around with his fingers.
"Oh." I say quietly. "I get it. But Mikey, it doesn't look natural. Here."
I take a makeup sponge and rub the concealer around so it looks the same as the rest of his arm.
"Thanks." He says. "It smells like a department store."
"I still don't see why you're so worried. Most have faded away." I say.
"Soph, the doctor is going to come in and tell me that there's something wrong with me anyway, even if I'm perfectly fine, and if whoever it is thinks I'm depressed, my parents will disown me."
"Michael, they won't disown you!"
"I know. That's why I needed your help. Also, are you wearing makeup?"
"Yeah." I say.
"Take it off, you don't need it. I mean, it looks good, but you're prettier without it."
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Michael comes over after the appointment while Ash's at the job interview. He's decided to let me finish my summer before getting a job.
Michael lays down on my bed, looking at me.
"What?" I giggle.
"Nothing."
"How did the appointment go?"
"Okay I guess. They made me take a depression test, I'm kind of nervous about it."
"Did you lie?"
"No. That's why I'm nervous."
"Oh. Well, how was your party?"
"Oh. That." Michael shudders.
"What?" I ask.
"I hate Luke." He crosses his arms.
"Why? He's so shy and sweet."
"No. He's a sneak."
"Why are you saying that?"
"He only came because he thought you were going to be there and he didn't even want to hang out and he just sat there and played with my games and ate my food and didn't talk or anything."
I can't hold back my criticism.
"Michael, Luke isn't doing anything wrong. If anything is wrong, it's your opinion."
"No! Soph, he talks about you all the time and he never shuts up and he bothers me and it's so annoying! All he ever talks about is what you're wearing or what you're doing and I hate it! I love you to bits, but he's trying to take you away from me. He actually said he knew you before I did!"
"We both know that's a lie." I say.
"I hate him so much. He's such a... a child."
"Yeah?" I get up from my chair and lay down on my stomach next to him.
"Yeah." Michael pouts.
"You know he looks up to you, right?"
"Oh."
"Maybe he just tries to act like you."
"Oh gosh, I don't talk like that, do I?"
"Of course not."
"I guess I do mention you a lot."
"It's fine."
"I still hate him."
"Okay. I won't force you to like him."
"Do you like him?"
"He's nice, I guess."
"I don't like him."
"You've gotten that point across."
"I'm sorry, I'm just annoyed I guess. God, he ruins everything."
"Don't say that, you know he doesn't."
"He does."
"Michael, please."
Michael sighs and rolls his eyes. "Shut up."
I rest my head on his shoulder and he cuddles me in so his nose is sniffing my hair.
"Let's go for a walk." He mutters.
"No. I have another idea. It's too hot for a walk."
"Okay, what is it?"
"This is my makeup tutorial for a natural summer look, and uh... Michael is here and he's gonna be my model."
"I regret saying no." Michael sighs.
"First, I'm going to apply concealer..."
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"Can we agree to never do this again?" Michael says as he faces himself in the mirror.
"Definitely." I giggle.
"My eyes... I look like a... I don't even know. And what did you even do to my lips... Soph, why do I look like such a convincing girl?"
"Because I'm such a good makeup artist."
"Maybe it's because I put my hair in this barrette."
"That might be it."
"Oh my god, I'd marry myself."
I laugh. "Okay Michael."
"Shit, is the camera still recording?"
"Yeah."
"Oops."