Outcasts~ m.c

//Chapter Six//

  Michael finally gets back to our table in the back of the café holding a cup in both of his hands and a bag of something under his arm. He hands be the one cup and I hold it in my hands and allow the heat to warm me from the cool weather outside that made my body cold. However, I am not 100% sure that the coldness in me is just from the outside. I am quite nervous about this whole hanging out thing that I am currently doing with someone I haven’t known for a very long time.

   Like how Michael and I usually are, we sit there in complete silence. Something about this boy makes me curious. He seems like the kind of person that would get along with most everyone, in fact, just by looking at him he looks like he would be friends with the likes of Luke and Calum. He’s quite pale, and doesn’t look like he gets outside much but I cant judge him on that because I spend most of my time in my room alone avoiding social situations.

  Over the past few days I have come to notice that Michael doesn’t talk to anyone really, which isn’t shocking. I never see him at lunch and if I do he is by himself, much like myself. When he first stepped into Turners class he was very odd. Tall with a bright head of hair, something about him was off putting because I couldn’t seem to see where he would fit into our school. However, as days have gone by I find myself thinking about him more and more, which is definitely not a good thing. I have never had a lasting friendship much less a romantic relationship. Something about the feelings that are starting to blossom tell me that this is a horrible, horrible idea.

“So…” I say trying to break the now awkward silence. “Where did you come from?” After I finished saying it, I realized how rude it must have sounded. “Wow, I’m sorry I- where did you move from I mean?” Trying to hide my embarrassed face. Michael let out a small laugh, and suddenly I wasn’t has embarrassed anymore.

“Just a few towns over nothing really drastic” He replied sipping on his cup.

“Oh, well why did you move?”  When I asked him the question it seemed as though he whole attitude change. He became very quiet and closed off, which was strange.

“Uh, my um my Dad got a job in town” He said back unsure of his answer. I didn’t want to push him to talk to me any more than he had to so I just nodded my head. I completely understand if there are things that he doesn’t want to tell me about himself. We hardly know each other, and I don’t plan on telling him much of anything if I’m going to be completely honest.  

“Why do you always sit on that bench in the morning and at lunch everyday?” He says breaking into my thoughts.

“I- well I like that bench” How would he know that I sit on the bench at lunch everyday if I hardly see him outside of class?

“Yeah, it seems like a nice bench…” his sentence drifting off at the end like he was unsure of his words.

“Do you ever let anyone sit on the bench with you?”

“Um, no not really. Well it’s not that I don’t let them it’s just that no one usually wants to” I reply shrugging my shoulders.

“Maybe one day I could possibly sit on the bench with you?” He asks.

“Yeah that would be nice. I think I would be okay with that.” I lift the cup to my lips smiling into my drink as we continue to sit in a now comfortable silence.

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