The next week we couldn't meet on Monday, and then when we went to Mr.Walters' class on Tuesday he informed us that we wouldn't be able to use his class for the next few days.
"I'm so sorry guys, do you think you can find somewhere else?" our teacher asked apologetically.
"I'm sure we can sir." Michael assured him before I could say anything.
After Mr. Walters left I turned to Michael; "Where are we gonna go tomorrow?"
"I was thinking my house, my little bro shouldn't bother us and my parents don't get home until 6." Without thinking I accepted his offer.
The next day I met with Michael in the parking lot. He led me to his car and opened the door for me before getting in himself.
What a gentleman. I thought.
I could feel the butterflies in my stomach going crazy and prayed that I wouldn't throw up or anything stupid.
The drive was only around 15 minutes. We pulled off of one of the main streets and I could't help but notice the size of the houses there. We pulled into the driveway of a house closer to the end of the street. A basketball net was attached to the garage, but that was the only sign that kids might live there. Michael opened the car door for me and led the way up the walk way to the house.
I stared at his house, mouth agape. It must have been at least 3 floors and it was completely white, everything was white, even the door handle.
I was so distracted by the house that I slipped after a couple steps and fell down the couple stairs up to his porch. I sat there for a moment, stunned and confused. Michael turned bright red, trying to contain his laughter.
He reached his hand out to me and I took it, though I could tell that I was blushing, majorly. He pulled me up and continued to hold my hand while we walked to the door and he unlocked and opened it.