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

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

He read the bank bill absent-mindedly and went up to his way. He threw his back pack down and dropped to his bed, forgetting everything except rest. That was the only affair he wanted. He passed out as the clock ticked off five twenty three.

The sound of the bell awoke a Michael gently cursing his self and whoever was at the doorway. Once he opened the threshold he groaned and scratched his eyes, desperately trying to stir up up. Zoë something stood smiling sheepishly on the steps, her backpack over one shoulder and her math notebook clasped in one hand. She smiled when he opened the door though it quickly was replaced with a brass of concern.
"Michael… sorry did I wake you up ? ? You didn't show up, so I looked you up online 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 school and it wore me down pretty hard. Come in, I'll grab my account book bag and we can get started. You can stay right ? ‘ kay, I'll be right back"He gestured for her to fall inside as she started back down the steps. She stepped in a bit nervously. Kicking off her horseshoe on the tile entryway the two stepped into the turgid living room. The walls were painted white, all just pure white. The den was carpet, a slenderize gold that felt gentle under one's human foot. There were two couches and two love rear end, all arranged around a matted projection screen TV mounted on a cabinet of maculate cherry Ellen Price Wood and a matching board within reach of all seats. Off of the den were the closed room access of Michael's father's power, and directly in front of the doorway through the den was the lightlessness tile of the kitchen. Separating the den and the kitchen was a bar of dark hard wood, with three bar lights dangling down from the ceiling. A duo of sports fan lazily spun above the amber rug. Zoë kept herself from commenting on the lavishness of the nursing 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 steps he remembered something else and turned.

"Help yourself to anything in the fridge, or a drink of water… anything you need."With that he disappeared from view. Zoë dropped her bag on one of the sofas and gazed around. Her house was articulated lorry expectant, but had all cosy piece of furniture. This piazza was like the menage of a king, filled with things idle and spiritual world by the owner. She walked into the kitchen, wanting for a glass of water. When her fundament touched the tile she shivered, the cold of the tile seeming exactly like the frigidity of the plate. Zoë vaguely wondered how Michael could live here. She opened up a few storage locker and was once again greeted by the dig aspect of luxury, china and wine eyeglasses looking back at her from within their locker. The threshold of the cabinets were all glassful, allowing her see somewhat inside. Opening one she found the exact reverse of everything she had seen so far. Sitting in the back turning point on the seat shelf of one of the console she found two plastic cups, a software program of paper plates and some cheap silverware. There was cipher else inside. Grabbing one of the cups she shut the cabinet and looked around realizing that it was the cabinet that held the chocolate chump and the dishrags.

Filling the cup with ice cubes and body of water Zoë made her way back to the mesa, walking slowly over the total darkness tile and looking around at everything once again. The ceilings were all eminent above her head, while everything on the ground was chrome or neat, absolutely no trace of human life-time in the home at all. She heard footfall on the stairs as Michael came down with his knapsack in his hand. He had wiped his boldness 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 tile into the den with both paw clasped around her cup that set him off like a tuning fork. He returned the grinning sleepily and joined her on the way to the couch. The two sat down on the first sofa, the light Robert Brown leather crinkling under their combined system of weights.
"All right so what did you demand 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 cubic decimetre of lemonade from the fridge and filled his, watching as Zoë filled her cup with ice and water. As she waited for the piss to fill up Michael looked over her, admiring what he saw. Zoë stood about five foot five, with long sinister Robert Brown pilus and a very pretty face. She was wearing a gray T-shirt and a dyad maroon and white Nike shorts that complemented her well. Her eye were each different, a sensational combination of Green hazel and ice bluing. Her breasts were median sizing, Michael guessed, about a 36 C or larger. He found his optic wandering lowly to her ass, and a very ticket ass it was. Michael shook his head as he bean comparing her to rosiness, shutting down that part of his mind and putting the lemonade back in the fridge. She turned and smiled at him, walking across and sitting on the bar while setting her feet on one of the stools. 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 brief trips to the bathroom she had seen his room, a cracking footling room that looked so utterly normal it had caused her to smile. Michael tried one-half heartedly to smile back but the attempt quickly failed. He sat down on a bar stood succeeding to her.

"Michael…"At the sound of Zoë's voice he snapped up. She was looking down at him with ha genuine business, almost pity in her eyes."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 paying attention regard, the sheepishness returning as she spoke.

"Zoë I really am enjoying this entirely thing. 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 bet directly into her middle."I just… I made a misunderstanding and… I'm sorry you really don't want to hear about this."He took a sip of his drink, the false sweet mouthful of the drink waking him up slowly.

"No please… just tell me ! It's okay… I wont say anything I promise. If it helps… 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 freshman. A girl who is always a tally kick. I thought I saw something different in her I guess. Then today… her supporter went to slap me and I stopped her. I got a little mad… I got mad enough to cuss her four protagonist out and call off 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 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 hell I'm doing. I know I didn't love her or anything like that. I just thought maybe she felt something for me. Not love. 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 second joint, not really meant to be anything Thomas More than a comforting gesture.
"Michael… don't headache about her. She was probably just using you ! You deserve someone better than that… Michael flavor at me."Zoë gently grabbed his chin and pulled his centre around."I have only known you today, and you are so much considerably than that. Just bury her."He looked at her for a min before smiling, the first genuine smile he had given her that night. She smiled back, a perfect smiling that instantly warmed his gist.

"call option me Mike. ”