Outcasts~ m.c

//Chapter Seven//

“Is it alright if I quickly get changed?” Michael asked me looking embarrassed as if this isn’t his own house.

“Yeah of course, this is your house.” I lightly giggle, and Michael begins walking towards the stairs. I stay put on the couch, still trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes. How could I be so stupid to fall asleep during the movie? He probably thinks that I thought he was boring, and the movie was stupid. Which is exactly opposite. This is the friendshipiest thing I have ever done in my whole life and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t having fun. I’m assuming Michael likes me enough as a friend too because he invited me to stay for dinner straight away. Maybe he’s in search of a friend too? Who knows.

        

         Just as he reaches the bottom of the stairs he stops in the middle of the step and looks back at me with a frown on his face.

“Are you coming?” He asks pointing up the stairs. I stare at him blankly for a minute before what he just asked me clicked in. I get up from the couch and make my way over to him.

“Yeah” I smile and follow Michael up the long staircase.

         We finally reach the door at the very end of the hallway and he opens it up slowly revealing his room. It looks exactly how I would expect someone like Michael’s room to look. With dark walls and a dark comforter on the bed. The one thing that did shock me was the cleanliness of it. Aren’t boys usually super messy? It’s hard to even tell what colour the walls are because they are covered in posters from an array of different bands, predominately All Time Low, Green Day and Blink-182.

“I like the posters” I say looking around the room trying to take everything in. He walks over to a dresser and pulls out a black singlet with red on the arms.

“Thanks, they’re my favourite bands” He replies to me, looking at me look at the room. I feel his eyes on me so I turn and look back at him. “My house is really hot, you must be warm as shit in that sweater, do you wanna wear one of my t-shirts?” He asks me, and although I’m getting very warm I can’t put the tshirt on, it’s just not going to happen.

“No thanks I’m good” I reply with a smile. “Do you play the guitar?” I ask seeing the guitar perched up on a stand on the other side of his room. As soon as I ask the question I immediately regret it. The colour from his face drains and it look like he might be sick.

“No.” Is all he says, nothing else before he walks out of the room and into the bathroom. Weird. Who has a guitar and doesn’t play it? Especially someone who seems to like music a lot? I’m not going to pry though, I’ve only known him for a few days I don’t expect him to open up to me and I hope he doesn’t expect that from me either.

         In a few short moments Michael returns from the bathroom, and changed out of his long sweater and into the singlet. The tattoos on his arms standing out to me the most. I’ve noticed them before but something about them right now are just very, very intriguing like I want to run my fingers over them and just like, feel them. Whoa, okay stop that Sammie. Michael notices me staring and clears his throat.

“Oh sorry” I say trying to hide my face.

“Don’t be. Do you like them?” He says pointing to the two bands on his right arm.

“Yeah, I do! They’re just simple I wish I had enough strength to get a tattoo”

“They really aren’t that bad, you should definitely get one. I can bring you one day.” He suggests.

“Um, yeah that would be cool” I reply knowing very well that if my dad ever caught me with a tattoo he would have my head ripped off my body.