He tried to teach me for about an hour. I learned a few things, but not much.
We ate cereal and sat down to watch some tv. We decided on American Horror Story.
About 20 minutes in, Michael got a call. He paused the movie and answered.
"Really? That's awesome! Okay, I'll be over later. See ya. Bye."
"What was that?" I asked.
"It was Luke. We got our first gig!"
"Really? That's awesome! When is it?"
"It's tomorrow. But I have to go over to Ashton's place for practice. Wanna come?"
I wouldn't go back to Ashton's house. Never again. "Uh, no thanks. I'll stay home."
A few hours later, at 5:00 PM, Michael had to leave for practice. I went home and watched him walk down the street, on his way to Ashton's house. When he was out of sight, I flopped down onto my bed. I blasted my music through my speakers and covered myself in my sheets and went to sleep.
When I woke up, 2:45 PM, I checked my phone. 25 texts and a call. All from Michael.
I opened up the curtains on my window to see if Michael's lights were on, so I could tell if he was home. Not like he ever left his room. He was in his room, waiting by the window. His face lit up when he saw me.