13- Rick Rolled

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especially long chapter, because you guys deserve it!

i dedicate this chapter to daisycameronnn , literally the cutest person ever. also so active and nice and i love it!! always helping me w random questions i have.

anyways. BACK TO THE BOOK.

"Eve, for the last time, wake up", Michael impatiently tapped his foot as he looked down at his phone.

The girl groaned, the drool on her mouth making Michael cringe.

"I will throw away your Lucky Charms". Suddenly, she shot up, looking at Michael with tired, angry eyes.

He chuckled before throwing an outfit at her, knowing they wouldn't have time for her to look aimlessly herself.

It was a lavender sweatshirt with cartoon sunflowers on the front, followed by a matching tie-dye pink sweatpants.

Very soft colors Michael. Very weird.

Nevertheless, she trusted his judgment and put them on. She didn't really have a choice; she could never make decisions and they only had a few minutes before they had to get going.

"I can drive your car right?" Michael asked as Evelyn nodded, lately being very lenient with his access to her car. He did an air fist bump, happy to drive once again.

She entered the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, thankful she showered the night before.

The soap accidentally got in her eye, leading to another few minutes of her in pain and trying to get it out. Of course, that was to be expected of her. So careless.

Evelyn stepped out of the house with her bowl of Lucky Charms, separated of course. The lights flickered on her Camaro as Michael touched the remote unlock.

They sat quietly in the car, making some general small talk as she was stuffing her face with cereal. Distracted by the food, she did not notice Michael turning a different way than the school.

That is, until she began to recognize the neighborhood.

"Michael," she said slowly, half chewed cereal puffing in her cheeks.

He ignored her, humming the tune of "Never Gonna Give You Up".

Which is suitable, considering she felt like she was about to get rick rolled.

"Michael."

He hummed a response.

"Where are you going?" Yet again, the response was simply the song tune.

Finally, Michael stopped the car in front of a very familiar house. Luke's.

Goddamn it Michael.

He honked the horn three times, as the blond headed giant exited his house, locking the door behind him and adjusting the bag.

Evelyn watched him watch down his porch, the black shirt framed by a chain and matched with red sweatpants.

He pulled open the car door as Evelyn tried not to choke on the food in her mouth. She had to survive before actually killing her brother.

"Morning Michael, morning princess". Luke paused before continuing.

"You know, right now with the food in your cheeks, you look more like some side animal character in a princess movie. Oh what's the name," he concentrated with his finger on his chin as she tried hard not to punch him.

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