Michael's POV
As I'm jumping up and down, I can clearly tell Tyler isn't even remotely close to how pumped I am. Actually, he seems really sad about it. Maybe he doesn't want to leave home? Maybe he wants to go to college? Maybe... Oh God, I can't believe I forgot...
"Rachel..." Shit, I didn't mean to say that out loud. I hope he didn't hear me."Huh?" Crap, he did hear me.
"Nothing I'm just havin my one man celebration over here with some amazing pizza. Don't mind me." I reply. When that doesn't work, I lay down on the couch and fake cry.
"Oh, I see how it is. My best friend doesn't want to celebrate with me because he hates me. I SEE!" I say in a really bad fake sobbing voice. I make crying noises for about ten minutes straight and he finally sits on the couch with me.
"Whelp, if we're gonna start a band, we need a name." "The Rettes Sex God!!!! It's perfect!" I say, trying to make him laugh or at least smile a little bit. "Haha, no. Next."
"Hmmm... A Tree Without... Strawberry Centerfold... Laying in Circles... Black Diamonds... A Path Less Traveled... Num-"
"Wait wait wait," he interrupts "what did you just say?"
"A Path Less Traveled?" "Yeah, yeah... I like that. Let's go with that." Wow, I got him to agree with me.
"Alright, cool beans. Now what?" I ask, literally not knowing where to go after this. "Now, we get wasted like everyone else does on graduation." he replied while he walked into the kitchen and poured some kind of alcholic drink into a cup.
Tyler's POV
I don't remember much from last night. Actually, I remember almost nothing past planning a name for our band with Michael. We must have gone freaking buck wild. Damn, I hope my parents don't find out.
"Dude, I don't remember anything from last night other than finally talking you into starting a band." Michael says as I see him stretching on the couch.
"Well good morning beautiful!" I say to him as he stands up, may I add, without any clothes. He looks down and starts laughing. "What did we even do last night?"
"I don't know and I don't wanna know." I answer "Now go get some clothes on, dingus." As Michael makes his way up stairs to my room, I hear the front door open. "DEREK TYLER CARTER!" Shit...
