When Michael got home the clock ticked five XVIII. The theatre was completely evacuate, except for a note on the counter.

Mike,
Went to visit aunt Marlow and your new cousin. Left in a bit of a hurriedness, should be home on Billy Sunday. Hope you enjoy the weekend without the girl, 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 note absent-mindedly and went up to his room. He threw his backpack down and dropped to his bed, forgetting everything except nap. That was the only thing he wanted. He passed out as the clock ticked off five XX three.

The sound of the doorbell awoke a Michael gently cursing his ego and whoever was at the room access. Once he opened the room access he groaned and scratched his middle, desperately trying to wake up. Zoë something stood smiling sheepishly on the footfall, her backpack over one shoulder and her math notebook clasped in one 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 show 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, arrest. I'm sorry I just… had something happen after shoal and it wore me down pretty hard. cum in, I'll snatch my book bag and we can get started. You can outride right ? ‘ kay, I'll be veracious back"He gestured for her to total inside as she started back down the footmark. She stepped in a bit nervously. Kicking off her shoes on the roofing tile entryway the two stepped into the large living elbow room. The paries were painted white, all just pure white. The den was carpet, a thin amber that felt gentle under one's substructure. There were two couches and two love life hindquarters, all arranged around a flat screen TV mounted on a cabinet of sully cherry red forest and a matching table within scope of all derriere. Off of the den were the conclude doors of Michael's father's business office, and directly in front of the door through the den was the black tile of the kitchen. Separating the den and the kitchen was a bar of dour hard woodwind, with three bar lights dangling down from the cap. A couple of rooter lazily spun above the gold rug. Zoë kept herself from commenting on the luxury of the menage as Michael escorted her into the den.
"I'm sorry about his place, it's a bit big… here we can go on the tabular array. I'll just go up and get my bag… I'll be powerful back I promise."As he made his way slowly up the footstep he remembered something else and turned.

"assist yourself to anything in the fridge, or a deglutition of water… anything you need."With that he disappeared from position. Zoë dropped her bag on one of the sofa and gazed around. Her mansion was articulated lorry tumid, but had all tea cosy furniture. This situation was like the home of a tycoon, filled with things idle and unseen by the owner. She walked into the kitchen, wanting for a glass of water. When her feet touched the tile she shivered, the low temperature of the roofing tile seeming exactly like the cold of the domicile. Zoë vaguely wondered how Michael could live here. She opened up a few cabinet and was once again greeted by the hollow face of opulence, china and wine methamphetamine hydrochloride looking back at her from within their cabinets. The doors of the cabinets were all chicken feed, allowing her see somewhat inside. Opening one she found the exact inverse of everything she had seen so far. Sitting in the second corner on the bottom shelf of one of the cabinets she found two plastic cups, a packet of composition plates and some gimcrack silverware. There was nothing else inside. Grabbing one of the cups she shut the storage locker and looked around realizing that it was the cabinet that held the deep brown mugs and the dishrag.

Filling the cup with ice regular hexahedron and water supply Zoë made her way back to the table, walking slowly over the black tiles 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 trace of human life in the abode at all. She heard footstep on the steps as Michael came down with his backpack in his mitt. He had wiped his aspect and brushed his tooth, or so it appeared. He stopped at the fundament 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 hands clasped around her cup that set him off like a tuning branching. He returned the smile sleepily and joined her on the way to the couches. The two sat down on the world-class sofa, the light Brown leather crinkling under their combined weight.
"All right so what did you need facilitate with ?"

At eight thirty the two were near done with their report. Deciding a intermission was in order they journeyed to the kitchen and refilled their crapulence. Michael pulled a liter of lemonade from the fridge and filled his, watching as Zoë filled her cup with ice and water. As she waited for the water to fill up Michael looked over her, admiring what he saw. Zoë stood about five foot five, with long dark brown hair's-breadth and a very pretty font. She was wearing a gray t-shirt and a pair maroon and Andrew D. White Nike drawers that complemented her well. Her eyes were each different, a stunning combination of green hazel and ice blue. Her breasts were average 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 head as he bean comparing her to pink wine, shutting down that piece of his thinker 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 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 firm. On one of her brief trips to the bathroom she had seen his room, a not bad little room that looked so utterly normal it had caused her to smile. Michael tried one-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 care, almost ruth in her optic."Are you okay ? You've been either really tired or really sad this whole metre. I feel form 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 gaze, the sheepishness returning as she spoke.

"Zoë I really am enjoying this altogether 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 count directly into her oculus."I just… I made a misapprehension and… I'm sorry you really don't want to get word about this."He took a sip of his drink, the sour confection taste 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 centre besides pity.

"I made the error of… hooking up… with a entrant. A girl who is always a full 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 piddling mad… I got mad enough to cuss her four booster 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 entire twelvemonth 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 have a go at 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 hired man on his second joint, not really meant to be anything more than a console motion.
"Michael… don't worry about her. She was probably just using you ! You deserve someone estimable 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 break than that. Just forget her."He looked at her for a bit before smiling, the first genuine smiling he had given her that nighttime. She smiled back, a perfect smile that instantly warmed his heart.

"claim me Mike. ”