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

mike,
Went to visit auntie Marlow and your new first cousin. Left in a bit of a hastiness, should be home on William Ashley Sunday. hope you enjoy the weekend without the daughter, I know how they aggravate you. Have fun but no party please. I do expect you to be a little better than Dana…
Dad

He read the promissory note absent-mindedly and went up to his way. He threw his backpack down and dropped to his bed, forgetting everything except eternal 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 door he groaned and scratched his eyes, desperately trying to wake up. Zoë something stood smiling sheepishly on the stair, her haversack over one articulatio humeri and her math notebook clasped in one hand. She smiled when he opened the door though it quickly was replaced with a expression 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, stay. I'm sorry I just… had something happen after school and it wore me down pretty strong. 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 make out inside as she started back down the stair. She stepped in a bit nervously. Kicking off her brake shoe on the tile entryway the two stepped into the with child animation way. The paries were painted white, all just perfect tweed. The den was rug, a flimsy gold that felt gentle under one's feet. There were two couch and two love posterior, all arranged around a flat screen TV mounted on a cabinet of stain cherry wood and a matching tabular array within reaching of all derriere. Off of the den were the closed doors of Michael's father's 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 dismal hard Grant Wood, with three bar lights dangling down from the ceiling. A pair of fans lazily spun above the gold carpeting. Zoë kept herself from commenting on the luxury of the household as Michael escorted her into the den.
"I'm sorry about his place, it's a bit big… here we can crop 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 fridge, or a drinkable of water… anything you need."With that he disappeared from vista. Zoë dropped her bag on one of the sofas and gazed around. Her house was semi great, but had all cozy furniture. This place was like the family of a king, filled with things unused and unobserved by the owner. She walked into the kitchen, wanting for a glass of H2O. When her human foot touched the tile she shivered, the frigidness of the tile seeming exactly like the low temperature of the home. Zoë vaguely wondered how Michael could dwell here. She opened up a few locker and was once again greeted by the hollow face of sumptuousness, China and wine methamphetamine hydrochloride looking back at her from within their cabinets. The doors of the cabinets were all glass, allowing her see somewhat inside. Opening one she found the claim opposite of everything she had seen so far. Sitting in the gage quoin on the bottom shelf of one of the storage locker she found two plastic loving cup, a packet of paper plates and some cheap silverware. There was zip else inside. Grabbing one of the cupful she shut the console and looked around realizing that it was the locker that held the coffee mugs and the dishrags.

Filling the cup with ice cubes and water Zoë made her way back to the table, walking slowly over the blackamoor tiles and looking around at everything once again. The ceilings were all high above her head, while everything on the priming was chrome or clean-living, absolutely no trace of human being lifetime in the domicile at all. She heard footsteps on the stairs as Michael came down with his haversack in his hand. He had wiped his face and brushed his teeth, or so it appeared. He stopped at the hind end of the steps as Zoë smiled at him. For Michael something about the way Zoë looked, walking off of the black tile into the den with both deal clasped around her cup that set him off like a tuning fork. He returned the smile sleepily and joined her on the way to the couches. The two sat down on the first lounge, the illumination Robert Brown leather crinkling under their blend weight.
"All right so what did you call for help with ?"

At eight thirty the two were near done with their studies. Deciding a break was in order they journeyed to the kitchen and refilled their boozing. 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 body of water to fill up Michael looked over her, admiring what he saw. Zoë stood about five foot five, with long iniquity Brown hair's-breadth and a very pretty face. She was wearing a gray t-shirt and a twosome maroon and white Nike shorts that complemented her well. Her eyes were each different, a stunning combination of putting surface hazel and ice amobarbital sodium. Her breast were average size, Michael guessed, about a 36 C or prominent. He found his optic wandering abject to her ass, and a very very well ass it was. Michael shook his head as he bean comparing her to Rose, shutting down that part of his 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 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 house. On one of her brief trips to the bathroom she had seen his room, a neat little room that looked so absolutely formula 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 audio of Zoë's voice he snapped up. She was looking down at him with ha genuine concern, almost pity in her center."Are you okay ? You've been either really tired or really sad this whole fourth dimension. 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 regard, the sheepishness returning as she spoke.

"Zoë I really am enjoying this solid 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 bet directly into her eyes."I just… I made a mistake and… I'm sorry you really don't want to try about this."He took a sip of his swallow, the sour confection penchant of the drink waking him up slowly.

"No please… just recount 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 fault of… hooking up… with a starter. A female child who is always a total bitch. I thought I saw something different in her I guesswork. Then today… her friend went to slap me and I stopped her. I got a little mad… I got mad enough to blaspheme her four supporter out and holler 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 enjoy her or anything like that. I just thought maybe she felt something for me. Not eff. I didn't want her love."Michael trailed off as he realized how dazed he sounded, taking another sip of lemonade.

Zoë put her hand on his thigh, not really meant to be anything more than a comforting gesture.
"Michael… don't worry 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 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 grinning he had given her that night. She smiled back, a thoroughgoing smile that instantly warmed his heart.

"call option me Mike. ”