Michael raced out of his bedroom to the den as soon as he heard the front door open.
"Len! Are you ok? How was it? Was he nice? Do I need to hurt him? I didn't like him. Do you? Is there gonna be another date? Where did you g-"
Lennon burst out laughing. "Easy killer, I'm fine, he was a perfect gentleman, it doesn't matter if you don't like him because I do. Yes, we're going out next Friday as well, and we went to Italianos."
Michael turned red, "Sorry I was just wondering how it went because you've never been,out with a boy on your own before."
Lennon laughed and gave him a playful shove,
"I'm fine I swear, but I'm really tired. Good night Mike, I love you."
She gave him a hug, the top of her head coming up to the bottom of his chest.
He squeezed her tight.
"I love you to Lennon, so much.
Lennon blushed, and ran to her bedroom. She undressed, saying to herself, It's not healthy to feel this way about someone so much older, who will never love me back. And with that she hopped into bed.
Michael sighed, Lennon had looked so beautiful tonight. Her new boyfriend seemed like an asshole though. She deserves a prince on a white horse, he thought to himself.
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The Guardian
RandomLennon Stacey and Michael Clifford are best friends. He's always been there for her and she has a more than obvious crush on him. Then, a tragedy happens.
