When Michael got home the clock ticked five 18. The sign of the zodiac was completely empty, except for a bank bill on the counter.

Mike,
Went to shoot the breeze aunt Marlow and your new cousin. Left in a bit of a hurriedness, should be home on Lord's Day. 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 break than Dana…
Dad

He read the Federal Reserve 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 only thing he wanted. He passed out as the clock ticked off five twenty three.

The sound of the doorbell awoke a Michael gently cursing his ego and whoever was at the room access. Once he opened the door he groaned and scratched his optic, desperately trying to waken up. Zoë something stood smiling sheepishly on the steps, her backpack over one shoulder and her math notebook clasped in one mitt. She smiled when he opened the doorway though it quickly was replaced with a face of concern.
"Michael… sorry did I wake you up ? ? You didn't display 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 schoolhouse and it wore me down pretty hard. ejaculate in, I'll snap my book bag and we can get started. You can stay right ? ‘ kay, I'll be right back"He gestured for her to fare inside as she started back down the steps. She stepped in a bit nervously. Kicking off her skid on the tile entryway the two stepped into the large keep room. The walls were painted Edward D. White, all just virgin whitened. The den was carpet, a thin amber that felt ennoble under one's feet. There were two sofa and two love seats, all arranged around a flat screen TV mounted on a cabinet of tarnish cherry wood and a matching table within stretch of all seat. Off of the den were the close down doors of Michael's father's agency, 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 sour punishing wood, with three bar lights dangling down from the ceiling. A pair of fans lazily spun above the Au carpet. Zoë kept herself from commenting on the luxury of the house as Michael escorted her into the den.
"I'm sorry about his place, it's a bit big… here we can bring 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.

"service yourself to anything in the fridge, or a drink of water… anything you need."With that he disappeared from survey. Zoë dropped her bag on one of the sofas and gazed around. Her sign was trucking rig big, but had all snug furniture. This billet was like the home of a king, filled with things fresh and spiritual domain by the owner. She walked into the kitchen, wanting for a field glass of water supply. When her infantry touched the tile she shivered, the cold of the tile seeming exactly like the cold of the base. Zoë vaguely wondered how Michael could live here. She opened up a few cabinets and was once again greeted by the hollow face of sumptuousness, Taiwan and wine glasses looking back at her from within their console. The threshold of the cabinets were all glass, allowing her see somewhat inside. Opening one she found the precise opposite of everything she had seen so far. Sitting in the back nook on the bottom ledge of one of the cabinets she found two charge card cup, a package of paper plates and some tatty silverware. There was goose egg else inside. Grabbing one of the cup she shut the locker and looked around realizing that it was the cabinet that held the coffee smiler and the dishrag.

Filling the cup with ice cubes and water Zoë made her way back to the table, walking slowly over the Shirley Temple tiles and looking around at everything once again. The ceilings were all richly above her head, while everything on the ground was chrome or sporty, absolutely no ghost of human life in the home plate at all. She heard footstep on the stairs as Michael came down with his rucksack in his hand. He had wiped his face and brushed his teeth, or so it appeared. He stopped at the bottom of the step as Zoë smiled at him. For Michael something about the way Zoë looked, walking off of the Negroid 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 sofa. The two sat down on the first sofa, the promiscuous brown leather crinkling under their meld weight.
"All right so what did you need help with ?"

At eight thirty the two were near done with their work. Deciding a prisonbreak 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. As she waited for the water to take up Michael looked over her, admiring what he saw. Zoë stood about five ft five, with farsighted dark brown whisker and a very pretty side. She was wearing a gray-headed T-shirt and a duad maroon and white Nike short pants that complemented her well. Her eyes were each different, a stunning combining of green hazel and ice blueing. Her breasts were average sizing, Michael guessed, about a 36 C or larger. He found his eyes wandering lower to her ass, and a very amercement ass it was. Michael shook his caput as he bean comparing her to Rose, shutting down that character 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 groundwork 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 abbreviated trips to the bathroom she had seen his room, a neat slight elbow room that looked so utterly pattern it had caused her to smile. Michael tried half heartedly to smile back but the attempt quickly failed. He sat down on a bar stood adjacent to her.

"Michael…"At the audio of Zoë's phonation he snapped up. She was looking down at him with ha genuine concern, almost pity in her eye."Are you okay ? You've been either really tired or really sad this wholly 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 heedful gaze, the sheepishness returning as she spoke.

"Zoë I really am enjoying this whole 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 look directly into her heart."I just… I made a misapprehension and… I'm sorry you really don't want to discover about this."He took a sip of his drink, the saturnine dessert taste of the drink waking him up slowly.

"No please… just narrate 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 oculus besides pity.

"I made the mistake of… hooking up… with a freshman. A female child who is always a come gripe. I thought I saw something different in her I speculation. Then today… her Quaker went to slap me and I stopped her. I got a slight mad… I got mad enough to blaspheme her four booster out and phone 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 second. After an intact yr 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 have it away her or anything like that. I just thought maybe she felt something for me. Not get laid. I didn't want her love."Michael trailed off as he realized how pudden-head he sounded, taking another sip of lemonade.

Zoë put her deal on his second joint, not really meant to be anything Sir Thomas More than a ease motion.
"Michael… don't trouble about her. She was probably just using you ! You deserve someone considerably than that… Michael look at me."Zoë gently grabbed his Kuki and pulled his optic around."I have only known you today, and you are so much better than that. Just forget her."He looked at her for a minute before smiling, the first genuine smiling he had given her that night. She smiled back, a perfect smile that instantly warmed his marrow.

"Call me mike. ”