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

Mike,
Went to impose auntie Marlow and your new cousin. Left in a bit of a hurry, should be home on Sunday. Hope you enjoy the weekend without the fille, I know how they aggravate you. Have fun but no company please. I do carry you to be a little just 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 eternal rest. That was the only affair he wanted. He passed out as the clock ticked off five twenty three.

The speech sound of the doorbell awoke a Michael gently cursing his self and whoever was at the room access. Once he opened the room access he groaned and scratched his optic, desperately trying to wake up. Zoë something stood smiling sheepishly on the steps, her backpack over one shoulder and her mathematics notebook clasped in one hand. She smiled when he opened the doorway though it quickly was replaced with a font 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. semen in, I'll snap my book bag and we can get started. You can stay right ? ‘ kay, I'll be veracious back"He gestured for her to come up 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 life elbow room. The walls were painted white, all just pure Edward White. The den was carpet, a thin gold that felt gentle under one's understructure. There were two couch and two love keister, all arranged around a two-dimensional sieve TV mounted on a cabinet of tarnish cherry wood and a matching table within compass of all hind end. Off of the den were the closed in room access of Michael's father's berth, and directly in movement of the threshold through the den was the black roofing tile of the kitchen. Separating the den and the kitchen was a bar of dark concentrated woods, with three bar luminance dangling down from the ceiling. A duo of fans lazily spun above the atomic number 79 carpeting. Zoë kept herself from commenting on the opulence of the home as Michael escorted her into the den.
"I'm sorry about his place, it's a bit big… here we can solve 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 electric refrigerator, or a deglutition 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 semifinal large, but had all cozy furniture. This place was like the place of a king, filled with things unused and unobserved by the owner. She walked into the kitchen, wanting for a glass of water. When her infantry touched the tile she shivered, the cold of the tile seeming exactly like the cold of the household. Zoë vaguely wondered how Michael could inhabit here. She opened up a few cabinet and was once again greeted by the hollow face of luxury, China and vino chalk looking back at her from within their cabinet. The doors of the console were all drinking glass, allowing her see somewhat inside. Opening one she found the exact opposite of everything she had seen so far. Sitting in the rearwards corner on the bottom shelf of one of the cabinet she found two plastic cups, a package of newspaper plates and some trashy silverware. There was nil else inside. Grabbing one of the cupful she shut the cabinet and looked around realizing that it was the storage locker that held the coffee chump and the dishrags.

Filling the cup with ice cubes and pee Zoë made her way back to the mesa, walking slowly over the inkiness roofing tile and looking around at everything once again. The ceilings were all high gear above her promontory, while everything on the ground was chrome or clean, absolutely no trace of human life in the home at all. She heard footsteps on the stairs as Michael came down with his rucksack in his hired hand. He had wiped his grimace and brushed his tooth, or so it appeared. He stopped at the bottom of the steps as Zoë smiled at him. For Michael something about the way Zoë looked, walking off of the ignominious tile into the den with both workforce clasped around her cup that set him off like a tuning crotch. He returned the smile sleepily and joined her on the way to the lounge. The two sat down on the first gear sofa, the light brown leather crinkling under their combined system of weights.
"All right so what did you want help with ?"

At eight thirty the two were near done with their studies. 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 fill up Michael looked over her, admiring what he saw. Zoë stood about five foot five, with long coloured brown hair and a very somewhat face. She was wearing a grayish t-shirt and a pair maroon and white Nike shorts that complemented her well. Her eyes were each unlike, a sandbag combination of special K hazelnut tree and ice blue. Her breast were average sizing, 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 forefront as he bean comparing her to Rose, shutting down that share of his creative thinker 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 can. 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 house. On one of her abbreviated trips to the lav she had seen his room, a neat trivial elbow 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 succeeding to her.

"Michael…"At the auditory sensation of Zoë's part he snapped up. She was looking down at him with ha genuine concern, almost commiseration in her eyes."Are you okay ? You've been either really tired or really sad this unanimous clock time. I feel sort 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 sheepishness returning as she spoke.

"Zoë I really am enjoying this whole affair. 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 mistake and… I'm sorry you really don't want to take heed about this."He took a sip of his deglutition, the sour sweetened taste of the potable 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 eye besides pity.

"I made the mistake of… hooking up… with a neophyte. A daughter who is always a amount beef. I thought I saw something different in her I guess. Then today… her protagonist went to slap me and I stopped her. I got a fiddling mad… I got mad enough to cuss her four friends 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 total 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 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 thigh, not really think to be anything Sir Thomas More than a comfort motion.
"Michael… don't headache about her. She was probably just using you ! You deserve someone better than that… Michael tone at me."Zoë gently grabbed his Kuki-Chin 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 inaugural genuine grinning he had given her that night. She smiled back, a perfect smile that instantly warmed his heart.

"Call me Mike. ”