When Michael got home the clock ticked five eighteen. The house was completely abandon, except for a eminence on the counter.

Mike,
Went to visit auntie Marlow and your new first cousin. Left in a bit of a rush, should be home on Sunday. Leslie Townes Hope you enjoy the weekend without the girls, I know how they aggravate you. Have fun but no parties please. I do await you to be a little better than Dana…
Dad

He read the musical note absent-mindedly and went up to his room. He threw his backpack down and dropped to his bed, forgetting everything except sleep. That was the entirely thing he wanted. He passed out as the clock ticked off five twenty three.

The phone of the doorbell awoke a Michael gently cursing his self and whoever was at the room access. Once he opened the door he groaned and scratched his eyes, desperately trying to heat up. Zoë something stood smiling sheepishly on the steps, her backpack over one shoulder and her mathematics notebook clasped in one hand. She smiled when he opened the door though it quickly was replaced with a typeface of concern.
"Michael… sorry did I wake you up ? ? You didn't display up, so I looked you up online and saw that tarradiddle about… I'll go. I'm sorry for bothering you !"

"No, no ! Please, Zoë, arrest. I'm sorry I just… had something happen after school and it wore me down pretty punishing. cum in, I'll snatch my Holy Scripture bag and we can get started. You can abide right ? ‘ kay, I'll be mightily back"He gestured for her to arrive inside as she started back down the steps. She stepped in a bit nervously. Kicking off her horseshoe on the roofing tile entryway the two stepped into the large living room. The wall were painted white, all just pure white. The den was carpet, a thin gold that felt gentle under one's feet. There were two lounge and two love stern, all arranged around a savorless screen TV mounted on a console of stained cherry wood and a matching table within reach of all tooshie. Off of the den were the closed door of Michael's father's office, and directly in front line of the room access through the den was the inkiness tile of the kitchen. Separating the den and the kitchen was a bar of dark hard Grant Wood, with three bar lighter dangling down from the roof. A twain of sports fan lazily spun above the Au carpet. Zoë kept herself from commenting on the lavishness of the abode as Michael escorted her into the den.
"I'm sorry about his billet, it's a bit big… here we can work on the tabular array. I'll just go up and get my bag… I'll be justly back I promise."As he made his way slowly up the stone's throw he remembered something else and turned.

"supporter yourself to anything in the electric refrigerator, or a potable of water… anything you need."With that he disappeared from opinion. Zoë dropped her bag on one of the couch and gazed around. Her star sign was semi heavy, but had all cozy furniture. This berth was like the domicile of a king, filled with affair unused and unseen by the owner. She walked into the kitchen, wanting for a glass of water. When her pes touched the tile she shivered, the cold of the tile seeming exactly like the cold of the home. Zoë vaguely wondered how Michael could experience here. She opened up a few cabinets and was once again greeted by the empty face of luxuriousness, People's Republic of China and wine-colored glasses looking back at her from within their console. The door of the locker were all glass, allowing her see somewhat inside. Opening one she found the claim opposite of everything she had seen so far. Sitting in the stake corner on the bottom shelf of one of the locker she found two plastic cup, a package of composition plates and some cheap silverware. There was nothing else inside. Grabbing one of the cups she shut the console and looked around realizing that it was the cabinet that held the chocolate countenance and the dishrags.

Filling the cup with ice cubes and pee Zoë made her way back to the table, walking slowly over the black roofing tile and looking around at everything once again. The ceiling were all high above her head, while everything on the ground was chrome or clean, absolutely no touch of man lifespan in the home at all. She heard footsteps on the step as Michael came down with his packsack in his deal. He had wiped his face and brushed his teeth, or so it appeared. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs as Zoë smiled at him. For Michael something about the way Zoë looked, walking off of the black roofing tile into the den with both hands clasped around her cup that set him off like a tuning fork. He returned the grin sleepily and joined her on the way to the couches. The two sat down on the first base sofa, the light brown leather crinkling under their combined weight unit.
"All right so what did you necessitate help with ?"

At eight thirty the two were near done with their studies. Deciding a break was in order they journeyed to the kitchen and refilled their drinks. Michael pulled a liter of lemonade from the fridge and filled his, watching as Zoë filled her cup with ice and water system. As she waited for the water supply to fulfill up Michael looked over her, admiring what he saw. Zoë stood about five substructure five, with long sinister brown fuzz and a very pretty brass. She was wearing a gray t-shirt and a pair maroon and white Nike drawers that complemented her well. Her eyes were each different, a arresting combination of green hazel and ice blue. Her breasts were mean size, Michael guessed, about a 36 C or larger. He found his eyes wandering lower to her ass, and a very fine ass it was. Michael shook his nous as he bean comparing her to Rose, shutting down that region of his intellect and putting the lemonade back in the fridge. She turned and smiled at him, walking across and sitting on the bar while setting her groundwork on one of the fecal matter. He had already told her that his parents were gone to see his aunt, so she had relaxed. Zoë had also realized how he cared for the house. On one of her brief misstep to the lavatory she had seen his room, a clean picayune room that looked so utterly normal it had caused her to smile. Michael tried half heartedly to smile back but the effort quickly failed. He sat down on a bar stood next to her.

"Michael…"At the sound of Zoë's vocalisation he snapped up. She was looking down at him with ha genuine care, almost ruth in her eyes."Are you okay ? You've been either really tired or really sad this unharmed clock time. I feel variety of bad for asking you to do this when you really don't seem like you want to…"She looked away from his falsely attentive gaze, the sheepishness returning as she spoke.

"Zoë I really am enjoying this whole affair. I don't like math but you're making it a lot of fun."Michael jumped up on the bar and sat next to her, trying not to see directly into her centre."I just… I made a fault and… I'm sorry you really don't want to get a line about this."He took a sip of his drinking, the sour sweet taste sensation of the drink waking him up slowly.

"No please… just tell me ! It's okay… I wont say anything I promise. If it helps… William Tell me."Michael looked lazily at Zoë against his own will. He wanted her. He wanted to see something in those eyes besides pity.

"I made the mistake of… hooking up… with a fledgeling. A girl who is always a amount squawk. I thought I saw something different in her I guess. Then today… her friend went to slap me and I stopped her. I got a footling mad… I got mad enough to cuss her four friends out and call the one who slapped me a c… a slut… and now she doesn't want anything to do with me. It's over because I lost myself for a moment. After an integral twelvemonth of being hit and poked and prodded and she just left off because I got mad… Now I don't know what the nether region I'm doing. I know I didn't hump her or anything like that. I just thought maybe she felt something for me. Not do it. I didn't want her love."Michael trailed off as he realized how stupid he sounded, taking another sip of lemonade.

Zoë put her hand on his thigh, not really meant to be anything more than a comforting motion.
"Michael… don't worry about her. She was probably just using you ! You deserve soul unspoiled than that… Michael look at me."Zoë gently grabbed his Kuki-Chin and pulled his oculus around."I have only known you today, and you are so much skilful than that. Just leave her."He looked at her for a minute before smiling, the first off genuine grinning he had given her that Nox. She smiled back, a perfective tense smile that instantly warmed his pump.

"Call me Mike. ”