"Guys diner!" I hear Michael's mom yell and Michael stands up and holds his hand out for me to take.
I give it an eerie look but take it anyway. He squeezes my hand and he smiles.
We walk into the kitchen and Brandon glares at our hands.
I take it and rub the back of neck and I take a seat and Michael goes to sit beside me but my idiot brother takes it glaring at Michael who just puts his hands up smirking.
He sits beside his mom while my mom goes and sits on the other side of Michael.
"This looks lovely Mrs. Clifford." I say smiling.
"Oh thank you sweetie! Michael could learn a thing or two from you." She says and Brandon scoffs under his breath.
My mum hits him on the arm and and I laugh while Michael chuckles.
He sends me a wink and Brandon scowls.
"I'm good just the way I am. Amazing." Michael says to his mom.
"So that's what there calling it these days?" I ask and Brandon snickers while Michael rolls his eyes.
"Tyler, that's a bit rude." Mom scolds me.
"Tyler? That's your name?" Michael asks and mom gives us a weird look.
"Yep." I say taking a sip.
"I've just been calling you Wild for the past couple days." He says and my mom and his mom grow even more confused.
"You knew each other before all this?" Mrs. Clifford asks looking between her son and me.
"Yeah." Michael says and grins at me.
I finish my food and so does Michael at the same time. I think he did it on purpose.....
"You guys can go if you want." Mrs. Clifford says and Michael quickly gets up and grabs my hand pulling me with him.
"What-? Oh okay." I say as I hear our parents laugh.
He pulls me up stairs and pushes me into his room. He turns and locks the door.
He turns to face me and he grins wide while I give him a confused look.
"Let's play truth or dare but it has to stay in this room if it's a dare." He says pushing me onto the bed.
If he didn't say anything this all would have been taken the wrong way.
He sits beside me and I lean against the head board.
"Fine sense this was your idea you go first." I say crossing my arms.
Michael grins. "No problem. Truth or dare Wild?"
I bring my hand up to my chin and fake think.
"Let's start easy. Truth." I say taking my way to fancy hair thing out and my orange hair falls down my back.
"Alright. Why does your brother think you and Lacass had sex, or that you sucked his dick anyway?" He asks and I roll my eyes.
"Eh. Nothing important. We we're just hanging in my room, laughing and all that shit and we were being loud so he just assumed that we were doing something like that." I say and he nods his head.
"Truth or dare Michael?" I ask glancing at him.
He smiles. "Truth."
"Why do you dye your hair random colours?" I blurt out.
"I don't know really. I just like to. I dyed it once and then it became a habit I guess." He says shrugging.
He then grins wide at me. "So Tyler, truth or dare?"
I sigh. "Let's go with dare."
His grin widens. "Okay. I dare you to..... Text a number I give you and flirt like crazy."
My eyebrows raise. "Really? That's is?"
"What, did you want me to dare you to strip for me? Cause I can change it to that if you want." He says smirking.
I roll my eyes. "No I'm good. And fine give me the number. It's a guy right? Cause I'm not flirting with a girl. That's just wrong and cruel."
He laughs and takes out his phone and shows me the number. I look at the name but it's just an unknown number.
"You've got to read me the texts also." He says and I roll my eyes as I type.
"Hey, cutie." I read as I type and Michael's grin grows.
"I just hope that he didn't change his number or else this is just awkward." He says chuckling and I roll my eyes watching my phone screen.
After a moment if no response I groan. "Maybe he did and this-" my phone going off cuts me off.
"Ooh what did he say?" He asks trying to look at my screen. I hold my phone closer to my chest so he can't see what if says. He gives me a look of disbelief. "Your going to read it to me anyway and don't think I won't look any closer, I don't care if it's down your shirt I will know what it says either way."
I push him away as he laughs. "Fine I'll read it."
I clear my throat. "Michael it doesn't say much."
"I don't care read it anyway." He says flopping down beside me.
I look down at him and sigh. "Fine. He says who is this and how do you know- I mean think I'm cute?"
I look at Michael who snickers. "Who is he?" I ask.
"Just someone I know." He says and I scoff. "Now answer the poor boy back."
"Fine fine. I'll say, it's just an instinct. I've seen you around and your to cute to be true?" I say looking at Michael who looks like he's gonna burst out laughing. "What? To much?"
"No that's perfect." He says laughing.
He responds right away. "Wow he's eager isn't he?" Michael says laughing harder.
"I feel bad for tormenting the poor boy." I say as I read the message.
"He's fine. He's a tough cookie." He says and I pout. "Now what does it say?"
I sigh and read it. "Please don't be a prank or anything. I get that enough to last my life and after life. How do I know this is real or just a lie?"
I bite my lip, wondering how to respond that. I could answer it in so many ways. Michael grabs my phone and starts typing.
"Don't you dare tell him it's just a joke. It bad enough that we're doing this to begin with." I snap and he rolls his eyes.
"Chill Wild, I won't." He tells me with a soft smile and I sigh.
"What are you saying to him?" I ask. He then gives me my phone back.
"I told him that you'd meet him sometime to prove your real?" He says then looks like he doesn't want that anymore. "Actually give me the phone." He takes the phone back and I pout.
"Hey!" I go to grab my phone back but he moves so I fall beside him.
"No I'm gonna tell him something-" he gets cut off with my phone ringing and we both look at each other with wide eyes.
It's the number Michael gave me...