living or existing | mgc

six

Michael's POV.

Swinging open the door of my locker, I grabbed my set homework for that night out and stuffed into the back pocket of my school bag, sighing into the process.

Today had a been a good day. A really good day, actually. Something I don't really get often.

I shrugged my bag over my shoulder and hit the door, making it shut as I began to head off to the bus stop shelter that sits outside the front of the school.

I glanced down at my wrist watch when I finally came to its.

3:50PM.

"Michael!" I heard someone say, and I turned around and I saw Darby and Tilda sitting next to each other on one of the benches of the bus shelter. I looked down at my feet as I walked over to them.

"H-hi," I half-smiled, and Darby smiled back, and Tilda gave me a small wave in return. It made me feel nice inside.

"How are you, Michael?" Darby asked me, patting the bare spot beside her and motioning me to sit.

"Um, g-good," I nod. "Wh-what about y-you?" I tried to act as polite as possible.

"Oh, I'm good, thank you," Darby smiles, her teeth straight and perfect with her lips turning up around the edges.

"Can I ask you a question?" I mutter, picking at my nails.

"Yeah?"

"W-why did you stick up for me that night at the restaurant?"

"I don't know. My motto in life is to always help someone, because you might be the only one that does. And I so I did," her eyes flickered over to me for a few moments.

I thought for a minute.

"So, I was thinking," she broke the silence, "Because tutoring starts next week, maybe you can come over to my house tonight and I can just show you around or something?" She asked, tapping her hands against the hard wood we were sat on.

My heat instantly rushed to my cheeks. A girl. A freaking girl was asking me over to her house. Not because she's tutoring me, but because she want to show me around. It felt really good, like somebody actually wanted to hang out with me.

"U-um, uh, yeah. Sure," I said, as casually as I could, trying to hide my fuzziness inside of me that was blowing up around me. "D-does 4:40 sound good?"

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Dressed in a blue and white flannel shirt, some casual black jeans and converse, I checked over myself again in the mirror, combing through my hair with my fingers over and over again. I turned my body sideways and sucked my stomach in, then exhaled. She probably thinks I'm overweight. I sighed.

I'm making such a big deal out of this, but literally this is my once in a lifetime chance that I get to hang out with somebody. A girl.

I grabbed my phone off my bed and slid it into my back pocket of my pants and walked out of my room.

"Where are you going, Michael?" I heard my mum slur from behind me as I made my way to the front door.

I turned my head to look at her. She was sitting on the couch, her legs propped up in front of her and a bottle of vodka sat on the cushion beside her.

I sighed. She was drunk. I hate it when she drinks. I hate it, more than anything.

"I-I'm going out, mum. I will be back in a few hours," I said, biting the inside of my cheek as my mum laughed coldly.