Okay so this story is probably going to be mostly in Michael's POV....
I just find it easier to write in his POV....
Is it just me or....?
Anyway! Thank you for reading this and please check out my other story's!!
Talk about awkward.
Across from me is Tyler's mom who's just smirking and her brother is beside her just glaring at me.
"So why the hell are you here?" Her brother, Brandon says.
"Brandon. Be nice." Her mom scolds him while he just rolls his eyes.
"He was hanging with Tyler." Her mom answers then shoots us a smirk.
Her brother gives us a confused look.
"What do you mean by 'hanging'?" He says eyeing me with so much hatred. Being the badass I am, I mirror it.
Yeah yeah. I'm an ass, oh well.
"Oh nothing out of the usual." Her mom says and I snicker and Tyler gapes at her mom.
"Mom! It was so out of the usual." She says trying to fight back a blush.
I sigh. Well so much for trying to be the good neighbour I am and keeping her brother in the black darkness.
"What do you mean- will someone please explain to me what the hells going on?" Brandon asks throwing his hands up and his mom snickers but covers her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing but before we know it she's bursts out laughing anyway.
Tyler sighs and looks at her wrist, "Well look at the time, I should be getting ready for bed, you know tests and school and all that crap." She's not wearing a watch or anything so...
She gets up and grabs her plate and puts it in the sink. She sends me a look and mentally sigh. "Same here, I'll just. Go with her?" I say it more of a question and her brother looks like he's ready to jump over the table and slit my throat open.
But he can't because that wouldn't be very nice of him, now would it?
I put my plate where Tyler outs hers and I rush out of there as fast as I can.
I run up to Tyler's room and go in without even thinking, other then I don't want to die from her brother beating me to death.
I sigh as I lean against the door and I turn around to see Tyler laying on her bed with a book in her hands.
"Oh yeah," I say rolling my eyes. "Tests and crap. Sure know how to study like a pro." I say as I walk over and flop on her bed.
She narrows her beady eyes at me before going back to her book.
After a few minutes of us just sitting/laying in silence I break it. "What are you reading that's so good anyway Wild?" I ask looking at her upside down.
She looks at me from the top of her book and sighs. "Why do you care?" She asks slowly.
I shrug. "Just wondering." She rolls her eyes and continues to read.
I groan. "Come on Wild, tell me...." I complain and she groans.
"Dude really? What do you want me to do? Read to you?" She asks giving a breath of air.
"Actually that wouldn't be so bad." I say and she looks at me in disbelief. "Seriously?" She asks quietly.
I nod my head, "yeah seriously." I tell her and she try's to bite back a grin before shifting and getting more comfy.
And I found something she likes, besides hair dye that is.
Oh and ice cream. Can never forget about the ice cream.
"Wait." I say and she frowns at me.
"What?" She asks.
"Let's get a whole new book. We can read it together. Well you read to me." I say and she looks at down at the hardcover book on her hand before nodding slowly.
"Alright. Seems okay I guess." She then gets up and bounces over to her book case which is covered in books from top to bottom, left to right.
She picks one up and grins down at it while flipping the pages. She then smiles at me and walks back over to her bed and sits down on it.
She puts her blanket around her and throws me a pillow.
I take it and lay my head on it and wait for her to begin.
She clears her throat and begins.
"10 years ago, on my 16th birthday, my father disappeared....... No, he didn't leave. Leaving would imply suitcases and empty drawers, and late birthday cards with ten-dollar bills stuffed inside. Leaving would imply that he was unhappy with Mom and me, or that he found a new love elsewhere. None of that was true. He also didn't die, because we would've heard about it. There was no crash, no body, no police mingling about the scene of a brutal murder. It all happened very quickly." She says taking a breath and I'm lost in how clearly she speaks of the book, as if she's telling me something that had happened to her.
A personal story.
Something that only close friends of hers would know.
She continues without another word.
"On my sixteenth birthday, my father took me to the park, one of my favourite places to go at the time. It was a lonely little park in the middle of nowhere, with a running trail and a misty green pond, surrounded by pine trees. We were at the edge of the pond, feeding the ducks, when I heard the jingle of an ice cream truck in the parking lot over the hill. When I begged my dad to get me a Creamsicle, he laughed, handed me a few bills, and sent me after the truck...... That was the last time I saw him." She stops and looks up to probably see if I'm still awake and listening, which I am thank you very much.
I may not read all the time- or at all for that matter- but maybe her reading to me isn't such a bad thing.
I could probably learn a thing or to from this anyway.
I smile at her and she smiles back softly.
She takes a deep breath and goes to read some more, but a knock on her door beats her to it.
Well fuck, I was getting so into it to.
She rolls her eyes, jumps off the bed and goes to her door and opens it.
She comes face to face with Brandon who just glares at me over her shoulder and I lay back with my hands behind my head on her bed, just to tick him off even more then I already have.
And trust me, I have a lot already.
"Time for you to go jerkoff." He snaps at me and I sigh but snicker at the lame name he called me.
"Whatever." I get up and pull Wild into my arms. I hug her and peck the top of her head.
If this were a cartoon there would be steam coming from her brothers ears. And his head would have probably popped off.
Oh well, to bad I live in stupid reality.
"I'll see you tomorrow." I whisper to her before heading out of her bedroom and I bump shoulders with Brandon and he clenches his jaw.
Asshole. I think as I go down the stairs and see Tyler's mom.
She notices me and grins. "See you tomorrow Michael." I wave goodbye and head over to my house across the two lawns.
I go in and take my shoes off.
"Michael? That you?" Mum yells and I roll my eyes but smile anyway.
"Who else would it be? The candy man?" I ask and I can picture her shaking her head at me.
"Okay smartass." She says back and I chuckle as I head up to my room.
Once I'm in there I shut my door and flop onto my bed.
The small part of the book she read to me is replaying over and over again in my head along with kissing her.
I smile as I strip from my dirty clothes and throw on pj pants.
I glance at my window and see Tyler reading the book she had before, sitting on her spinny chair, I can hear Green Day playing faintly and I can't help but smile and chuckle lightly as I see her bob her head to the beat of Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
I close my window with one last glance at her and turn my light off before climbing into bed.
I pull the blankets up to my chin and snuggle into them.
I close my eyes and fall asleep with a smile on my face.