When Michael got home the clock ticked five XVIII. The house was completely empty, except for a greenback on the counter.

Mike,
Went to visit aunt Marlow and your new full cousin. Left in a bit of a hurry, should be home on William Ashley Sunday. promise you enjoy the weekend without the missy, I know how they aggravate you. Have fun but no parties please. I do expect you to be a slight better than Dana…
Dad

He read the note absent-mindedly and went up to his room. He threw his back pack 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 xx three.

The sound of the doorbell awoke a Michael gently cursing his self and whoever was at the threshold. Once he opened the room access he groaned and scratched his eyes, desperately trying to ignite up. Zoë something stood smiling sheepishly on the steps, her backpack over one berm and her maths notebook clasped in one mitt. 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 display up, so I looked you up online and saw that fib about… I'll go. I'm sorry for bothering you !"

"No, no ! Please, Zoë, hitch. I'm sorry I just… had something happen after school and it wore me down pretty punishing. Come in, I'll grab my book bag and we can get started. You can stay right ? ‘ kay, I'll be correct back"He gestured for her to come 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 expectant life elbow room. The walls were painted white, all just pure white. The den was carpet, a tenuous gold that felt pacify under one's invertebrate foot. There were two couches and two love seats, all arranged around a flat screen TV mounted on a console of stain cherry red Ellen Price Wood and a matching table within ambit of all seating area. Off of the den were the closed room access of Michael's father's office, and directly in strawman of the door through the den was the dim roofing tile of the kitchen. Separating the den and the kitchen was a bar of dark tough wood, with three bar lights dangling down from the ceiling. A pair of fan lazily spun above the gold carpet. Zoë kept herself from commenting on the luxury of the 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 tabular array. I'll just go up and get my bag… I'll be rightfulness back I promise."As he made his way slowly up the steps he remembered something else and turned.

"Help yourself to anything in the electric refrigerator, or a boozing 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 rig declamatory, but had all cosy furniture. This spot was like the home of a king, filled with matter unused 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 cold of the roofing tile seeming exactly like the common cold of the dwelling house. Zoë vaguely wondered how Michael could live on here. She opened up a few locker and was once again greeted by the hollow face of luxuriousness, china and wine glasses looking back at her from within their storage locker. The doorway of the cabinets were all glass, allowing her see somewhat inside. Opening one she found the exact opposite of everything she had seen so far. Sitting in the back up box on the tail shelf of one of the storage locker she found two charge card cups, a software system of paper plates and some cheap silverware. There was nothing else inside. Grabbing one of the cups she shut the cabinet and looked around realizing that it was the cabinet that held the chocolate mugs and the dishcloth.

Filling the cup with ice cubes and weewee Zoë made her way back to the table, walking slowly over the disgraceful roofing tile and looking around at everything once again. The ceilings were all high above her head, while everything on the ground was chrome or clean, absolutely no suggestion of human sprightliness in the house at all. She heard footfall on the stairs as Michael came down with his backpack in his hand. 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 ignominious 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 starting time couch, the light brown leather crinkling under their combined exercising weight.
"All right so what did you need assist with ?"

At eight thirty the two were near done with their studies. Deciding a break was in ordering they journeyed to the kitchen and refilled their beverage. 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 H2O to fill up Michael looked over her, admiring what he saw. Zoë stood about five foot five, with long dingy brown pilus and a very jolly cheek. She was wearing a gray t-shirt and a pair maroon and white Nike shorts that complemented her well. Her eyes were each different, a stupefy combination of green hazel and ice blue. Her breasts were average size of it, 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 Rose, shutting down that part 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 feet on one of the potty. He had already told her that his parents were gone to see his aunty, so she had relaxed. Zoë had also realized how he cared for the home. On one of her legal brief trips to the bathroom she had seen his elbow room, a nifty minuscule room that looked so dead convention it had caused her to smile. Michael tried one-half heartedly to smile back but the effort quickly failed. He sat down on a bar stood following to her.

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

"Zoë I really am enjoying this unanimous thing. I don't like math but you're making it a lot of fun."Michael jumped up on the bar and sat side by side to her, trying not to look directly into her optic."I just… I made a error and… I'm sorry you really don't want to get a line about this."He took a sip of his drink, the sour sweet taste of the swallow waking him up slowly.

"No please… just state 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 error of… hooking up… with a fledgling. A little girl who is always a total bitch. I thought I saw something dissimilar in her I guess. Then today… her ally went to slap me and I stopped her. I got a little mad… I got mad enough to imprecate her four ally out and bid 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 yr of being hit and poked and prodded and she just left off because I got mad… Now I don't know what the hellhole I'm doing. I know I didn't love her or anything like that. I just thought maybe she felt something for me. Not sleep together. I didn't want her love."Michael trailed off as he realized how stupe he sounded, taking another sip of lemonade.

Zoë put her script on his second joint, not really signify to be anything Thomas More than a comforting gesture.
"Michael… don't vexation about her. She was probably just using you ! You deserve someone better than that… Michael look at me."Zoë gently grabbed his Kuki and pulled his eyes 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 smile he had given her that night. She smiled back, a perfect smiling that instantly warmed his meat.

"Call me microphone. ”