it's just chemistry

five

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mike woke up with a raging headache as he sat up in lucas' bed, his head spinning and feeling like it was splitting into two

god he really shouldn't have drank with lucas last night, he didn't wanna get drunk but he did.. just every little thought creeping it's way into his head about his dad.. it worried him a lot, so they had snuck downstairs to his basement and took a case of beer up to his room and drank

they drank all their problems away for the night, just talking and drinking, not thinking about anything

but.. maybe mike spilled a few things that he's not gonna remember..

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"dude-okay so today w-when i was being tut-tutored? the-the freak? well i tried—you know i tried flirting with her to get o-out of the wholeeee um—t-tutoring! yeah that's it and—and dude, she wasn't b-buying it at all man"

lucas looked at him with wide eyes as he took a swig of beer "n-no way man, you? not—not—a girl not f-falling for you?"

mike shakes his head in disbelief "i know—i know! crazy right?"

"crazy"

the taller boy leaned back against his bestfriends headboard with a sigh while taking a big swig of his beer "you know... she's not bad looking—i mean she's not hot o-or beautiful, or even close to pretty—but if she got some—y-you know some better clothes? wasn't this shy teachers pet? got-got ride of those fucking goggles c-covering her eyes then maybe—and that's a big ass maybe... she'd be decent looking"

his bestfriend looked at him before laughing "m-mike? are you—are you feeling okay? y—you actually? you actually saying she could be decent? h-have you seen her?"

now mike just felt stupid, what was he thinking really?

well he wasn't thinking, and he still isn't. there's no way she could be decent, i mean he's looked at her for hours today and—he's seen those eyes.. the hazel color that they are.. a light honey brown melting into an almost.. olive green? her hair at her shoulders in these dark brown waves, her glasses that kept sliding off her button nose, her lips that were a nice pink, they looked soft and—

okay what the fuck michael?

he shook his head rapidly and set the beer down "i'm—im gonna-i'm gonna go to bed"

anything he can do to stop his mind from wandering off into places he doesn't want, he'd rather have his dad beat him senseless then be thinking like that

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now we're back to present day as mike looks over at the bedside table where his phone was on the charger—which is something he doesn't remember doing but apparently lucas did it when he woke up, he also saw two pills and a water bottle which he was very great full for right now—as it felt like his head was splitting into two

so he quickly took those and laid back down with a groan rubbing his head, "shit" he mumbled tiredly and plopped his hands down to his sides, reaching over and grabbing his phone to check the time

6:52am

god why did school always have to start so early? he always thought about this, doesn't the school system ever come to think that kids' brains- especially teenagers', actually function that early in the morning?

mike always thought this, and now feeling the throbbing pain shoot through his head, he had one more idea that he was somehow able to suppress

he sat up and pushed his hair back, looking over and seeing his best friend asleep on the other side of the bed, he looked around and adjusted to the atmosphere around him, realizing he was still at lucas's house