Dear Michael, || m.c + l.h

/four/

michael

we grabbed the last box from the moving truck and set it inside. the truck drove away, and my dad grinned at me.

"like it?" he asked. i nodded.

"can you take me to the store? i need some more toothpaste." i asked. my dad nodded and we got in the car after locking the door. it only took us a few minutes to get to the store and i walked down the isles to try and find toothpaste while my dad looked for stuff he needs. i walked down the candle isle and stepped on something. i looked down and saw a drivers license. i picked it up.

it's him.

luke.

i gasped and forgot about the toothpaste.

"dad, i just um found this on the ground we should take it to this address, this boy might need his license." i fumbled. my dad nodded.

"we'll go now. did you get toothpaste?"

"yeah." i nodded and grabbed it since we were right by it. we paid and i showed my dad the address. he put it in his gps and started driving.