When Michael got home the clock ticked five eighteen. The firm was completely hollow, except for a note on the counter.

mike,
Went to shoot the breeze Aunt Marlow and your new cousin. Left in a bit of a hurry, should be home on Sunday. Hope you enjoy the weekend without the female child, I know how they aggravate you. Have fun but no company please. I do expect you to be a lilliputian substantially than Dana…
Dad

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

The auditory sensation of the bell awoke a Michael gently cursing his self and whoever was at the door. Once he opened the door he groaned and scratched his optic, desperately trying to arouse up. Zoë something stood smiling sheepishly on the steps, her backpack over one shoulder and her math notebook computer clasped in one hired hand. She smiled when he opened the threshold though it quickly was replaced with a face of concern.
"Michael… sorry did I wake you up ? ? You didn't appearance up, so I looked you up on-line and saw that story about… I'll go. I'm sorry for bothering you !"

"No, no ! Please, Zoë, stay. I'm sorry I just… had something happen after shoal and it wore me down pretty intemperately. Come in, I'll grab my book bag and we can get started. You can stay right ? ‘ kay, I'll be right back"He gestured for her to come inside as she started back down the steps. She stepped in a bit nervously. Kicking off her shoes on the tile entryway the two stepped into the large animation room. The walls were painted white, all just pure blanched. The den was carpet, a slender gold that felt gentle under one's feet. There were two couches and two love rear, all arranged around a flat block out TV mounted on a cabinet of stained cherry woodwind and a matching mesa within reaching of all seats. Off of the den were the close down doors of Michael's father's office staff, and directly in front of the door through the den was the black roofing tile of the kitchen. Separating the den and the kitchen was a bar of dour unvoiced wood, with three bar luminosity dangling down from the ceiling. A pair of sports fan lazily spun above the gold carpet. Zoë kept herself from commenting on the luxury of the rest home as Michael escorted her into the den.
"I'm sorry about his place, it's a bit big… here we can work on the table. I'll just go up and get my bag… I'll be right back I promise."As he made his way slowly up the whole tone he remembered something else and turned.

"supporter yourself to anything in the fridge, or a potable of water… anything you need."With that he disappeared from survey. Zoë dropped her bag on one of the couch and gazed around. Her house was semi large, but had all cozy furniture. This place was like the dwelling of a king, filled with things unused and unseen by the owner. She walked into the kitchen, wanting for a looking glass of H2O. When her feet touched the tile she shivered, the cold of the tile seeming exactly like the frigidity of the home. Zoë vaguely wondered how Michael could live here. She opened up a few console and was once again greeted by the holler font of sumptuousness, china and wine-colored glasses looking back at her from within their cabinets. The doorway of the cabinets were all ice, allowing her see somewhat inside. Opening one she found the claim opposite of everything she had seen so far. Sitting in the back corner on the bottom shelf of one of the cabinets she found two credit card cup, a package of paper plates and some cheap silverware. There was zilch else inside. Grabbing one of the loving cup she shut the console and looked around realizing that it was the cabinet that held the coffee berry mugs and the dishrags.

Filling the cup with ice block and water Zoë made her way back to the table, walking slowly over the black tile and looking around at everything once again. The ceilings were all high above her head, while everything on the priming coat was chrome or clean house, absolutely no trace of human aliveness in the base at all. She heard footstep on the stairs as Michael came down with his backpack in his hand. He had wiped his case 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 disastrous roofing tile into the den with both hands clasped around her cup that set him off like a tuning branching. He returned the grin sleepily and joined her on the way to the sofa. The two sat down on the first sofa, the light brownness leather crinkling under their compound weighting.
"All right so what did you need help with ?"

At eight thirty the two were near done with their subject area. 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 supply. As she waited for the weewee to take up Michael looked over her, admiring what he saw. Zoë stood about five metrical foot five, with yearn dour browned hair and a very passably nerve. She was wearing a gray-haired T-shirt and a dyad maroon and Andrew D. White Nike shorts that complemented her well. Her eyes were each unlike, a stunning combining of unripened hazel and ice blue air. Her breasts were mean size of it, Michael guessed, about a 36 C or larger. He found his oculus wandering low to her ass, and a very fine ass it was. Michael shook his head as he bean comparing her to Rose, shutting down that part of his judgement and putting the lemonade back in the electric refrigerator. She turned and smiled at him, walking across and sitting on the bar while setting her metrical unit on one of the ordure. 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 household. On one of her abbreviated trips to the can she had seen his elbow room, a peachy little room that looked so dead normal it had caused her to smile. Michael tried half heartedly to smile back but the endeavor quickly failed. He sat down on a bar stood next to her.

"Michael…"At the sound of Zoë's voice he snapped up. She was looking down at him with ha genuine concern, almost pathos in her centre."Are you okay ? You've been either really tired or really sad this whole time. I feel kind 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 regard, the shamefacedness returning as she spoke.

"Zoë I really am enjoying this whole thing. I don't like mathematics but you're making it a lot of fun."Michael jumped up on the bar and sat next to her, trying not to look directly into her oculus."I just… I made a error and… I'm sorry you really don't want to discover about this."He took a sip of his drink, the glowering sweet taste of the drunkenness 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 misunderstanding of… hooking up… with a entrant. A female child who is always a total bitch. I thought I saw something unlike in her I dead reckoning. Then today… her acquaintance went to slap me and I stopped her. I got a footling mad… I got mad enough to cuss her four champion 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 consequence. After an full year of being hit and poked and prodded and she just left off because I got mad… Now I don't know what the sin I'm doing. I know I didn't love her or anything like that. I just thought maybe she felt something for me. Not screw. I didn't want her love."Michael trailed off as he realized how stupid he sounded, taking another sip of lemonade.

Zoë put her script on his thigh, not really meant to be anything more than than a comforting motion.
"Michael… don't headache about her. She was probably just using you ! You deserve someone advantageously than that… Michael look at me."Zoë gently grabbed his Chin and pulled his eyes around."I have only known you today, and you are so much better than that. Just block her."He looked at her for a arcminute before smiling, the low gear genuine smile he had given her that nighttime. She smiled back, a perfect smile that instantly warmed his heart.

"Call me Mike. ”