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

microphone,
Went to chatter Aunt Marlow and your new full cousin. Left in a bit of a haste, should be home on Dominicus. Hope you enjoy the weekend without the miss, I know how they aggravate you. Have fun but no parties please. I do expect you to be a footling well than Dana…
Dad

He read the notation 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 merely 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 self and whoever was at the door. Once he opened the door he groaned and scratched his oculus, desperately trying to wake up. Zoë something stood smiling sheepishly on the steps, her backpack over one shoulder and her math notebook clasped in one bridge player. She smiled when he opened the threshold though it quickly was replaced with a facial expression 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, stop. I'm sorry I just… had something happen after schoolhouse and it wore me down pretty hard. Come in, I'll grab my book bag and we can get started. You can stay right ? ‘ kay, I'll be right back"He gestured for her to issue forth inside as she started back down the stair. She stepped in a bit nervously. Kicking off her horseshoe on the tile entryway the two stepped into the expectant living room. The walls were painted white, all just stark white. The den was carpet, a thin gold that felt blue under one's metrical unit. There were two couches and two love fundament, all arranged around a apartment shield TV mounted on a storage locker of stained cherry tree wood and a matching tabular array within reach of all seats. Off of the den were the close doorway of Michael's father's office, and directly in front of the door through the den was the blacken roofing tile of the kitchen. Separating the den and the kitchen was a bar of sinister heavily woods, with three bar lights dangling down from the cap. A duet of lover lazily spun above the gold carpet. Zoë kept herself from commenting on the lavishness of the home as Michael escorted her into the den.
"I'm sorry about his stead, 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 right back I promise."As he made his way slowly up the stone's throw he remembered something else and turned.

"Help yourself to anything in the fridge, or a potable of water… anything you need."With that he disappeared from view. Zoë dropped her bag on one of the sofa and gazed around. Her family was semi large, but had all cozy furniture. This piazza was like the domicile of a world-beater, filled with things unused and unseen by the possessor. She walked into the kitchen, wanting for a glass of water supply. When her feet touched the tile she shivered, the frigidity of the tile seeming exactly like the frigidness of the home. Zoë vaguely wondered how Michael could live here. She opened up a few cabinets and was once again greeted by the hollow aspect of luxury, china and wine-colored glasses looking back at her from within their console. The threshold of the cabinets were all deoxyephedrine, allowing her see somewhat inside. Opening one she found the exact opposite of everything she had seen so far. Sitting in the rachis corner on the bottom shelf of one of the cabinets she found two plastic cupful, a package of paper plates and some cheap silverware. There was naught else inside. Grabbing one of the cup she shut the cabinet and looked around realizing that it was the storage locker that held the coffee visage and the dishrags.

Filling the cup with ice block and water system Zoë made her way back to the table, walking slowly over the melanize tiles and looking around at everything once again. The ceilings were all high up above her head, while everything on the footing was chrome or clean, absolutely no trace of human liveliness in the plate at all. She heard footsteps on the step 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 behind of the step as Zoë smiled at him. For Michael something about the way Zoë looked, walking off of the black tile into the den with both manpower 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 start lounge, the light Robert Brown leather crinkling under their fuse weight.
"All right so what did you take help with ?"

At eight thirty the two were near done with their subject. Deciding a break of serve was in guild they journeyed to the kitchen and refilled their boozing. Michael pulled a litre of lemonade from the fridge and filled his, watching as Zoë filled her cup with ice and urine. As she waited for the piss to fill up Michael looked over her, admiring what he saw. Zoë stood about five groundwork five, with retentive dark brown hair and a very pretty nerve. She was wearing a Louis Harold Gray jersey and a pair maroon and Elwyn Brooks White Nike short that complemented her well. Her eyes were each dissimilar, a stunning combination of green hazel and ice wild blue yonder. Her breasts were average size of it, Michael guessed, about a 36 C or larger. He found his middle wandering lower to her ass, and a very finely ass it was. Michael shook his head as he bean comparing her to Rose, shutting down that function of his judgment 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 faecal matter. 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 sign of the zodiac. On one of her brief trips to the lavatory she had seen his room, a cracking little elbow room that looked so perfectly rule 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 next to her.

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

"Zoë I really am enjoying this whole matter. I don't like math but you're making it a lot of fun."Michael jumped up on the bar and sat adjacent to her, trying not to look directly into her eyes."I just… I made a mistake and… I'm sorry you really don't want to hear about this."He took a sip of his drink, the sour sweet perceptiveness 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 misunderstanding of… hooking up… with a fledgeling. A girl who is always a sum bitch. I thought I saw something different in her I dead reckoning. Then today… her friend went to slap me and I stopped her. I got a little 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 bit. 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 bonk. 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 helping hand on his thigh, not really think of to be anything more than a consoling gesture.
"Michael… don't concern about her. She was probably just using you ! You deserve mortal better than that… Michael look at me."Zoë gently grabbed his chin and pulled his middle around."I have only known you today, and you are so much dear 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 smile that instantly warmed his heart.

"shout me Mike. ”