(A/N IDK IF I HAVE ALREADY ESTABLISHED WHERE THEY LIVE BUT SCRATCH THAT OKEI THEY LIVE IN MARYLAND WHICH IF U DONT KNOW WHERE THAT IS ITS BY NEW YORK)
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"Where the hell are you taking me?" Michael chuckled, taking his eyes off of the passing scenery and focused them on a much better sight.
"Shut up, I know where we're going!" Honey laughed, glancing over to Michael and playfully rolling her eyes. She looked annoyed, but the smile she was trying her best to hide gave her away.
After they had sucessfully snuck out of school, the pair had piled into Honey's car - an old, dark purple Honda civic, with a mismatched, dirty red door. The outside was littered with dents and scratches, and the thing sounded like it would break down at any given moment. Needless to say, Michael was more than hesitant to get into the deathtrap.
Michael smiled at her, rolling his eyes at her and ignoring the warm, tugging sensation in the pit of his stomach. The car was filled with a slightly awkward silence. Michael felt like he should say something, but he didn't know what. He had always had trouble making conversation. Well, he had trouble when he was sober.
The car gradually stopped, and they sat at a red light. The two groaned. Everyone knew and hated this stoplight. It would force you to stop even when another car couldn't be spotted for miles and make you wait god knows how long. If you didn't, you'd face a ticket and hefty fine. It was so ridiculous, especially right now when no one was on the roads except for bright-haired delinquents.
Honey cleared her throat, obviously just as uncomfortable as Michael. Her mouth opened once, and then shut, as if she was going to say something but couldn't. It was weird now. Michael and Honey hadn't had a real actual conversation. Sure, they joked around and got pissed at eachother a lot, but never had they just talked about something. They had both decided that they were friends, even though neither of them had spoken that aloud. They both just decided it wasn't worth fighting. They were tired of fighting.
There was another thing making their friendship awkward, and it would be Honey's boyfriend, Jack. Wasn't it like, bro-code not to hang out with another guys girlfriend alone? Did it count if you weren't friends with the guy? Michael thought about it for a minute and smirked. It was clear Michael and Jack didn't like eachother, and currently Michael was about to spend some quality time with his girl. Michael - 1. Jack - 0.
But thats all they were doing. Hanging out. That's all they would ever do. Win the battle, lose the war.
Michael felt an odd twang in his stomach at the thought. He excused as his dick being sad that she was off-limits. Not that Michael cared about the fact that she had a boyfriend, but more of the fact that she had a very big and scary boyfriend, who could defintely fuck our dear Michael up.
Speaking of boyfriends...
"Uh, h-hows Jack?" Michael asked uncomfortably, desperate for some form of conversation to fill the silence. He really could care less about how awesome their relationship was, which is the vibe they gave off to everyone.
"Ugh," Honey groaned, leaning back in her seat and running her hand through her straightened hair, messing it up a bit. "Don't even mention his name."
"Trouble in paradise?" Michael smirked, not even feeling guilty for being a little happy they were having problems.
"You could say that again" Honey rolled her eyes, "I don't want to talk about it."
