C A L I F O R N I A | M.C

Chapter 8

Once Tori and I finished our long talk in Starbucks, we began our walk back to our cars that we left on campus.

"I'm sorry for my emotional break down before." I told her.

She smiled and nodded her head, saying that it was okay.

"Hey so, Ashton and I are having a couple people over this weekend, do you wanna come?" She asked me. "Michael can come, too." She added.

"Yeah that'd be fun. I'll let you know if Michael is coming too." I responded, smiling.

We got to our cars and quickly said goodbye.

I pulled up to the apartment complex, parking in my usual spot, next to Michael's. His car was here which meant that he was home. I got out of the car and walked upstairs to the apartment.

"Tal, is that you?" Michael called from his bedroom, once I opened the front door.

"No, it's an axe murder, coming to kill you and steal all your food." I said sarcastically.

"No, kill me but don't take my food!" he yelled, walking to greet me in the living room, where I took off my shoes and set my bag down. Once he saw me, he hugged me and kissed my forehead.

"Why are you coming home so late?" He asked, concerned.

He always got this little crease between his eyebrows when he was concerned and it was adorable.

"Wow, I didn't know I still lived with my father. But, if you must know so badly, I went to Starbucks with my new friend Tori." I said walking past michael, into the kitchen where I sat down.

"So, this tori gir-" he began. "No, she has a boyfriend." I interrupted him, rolling my eyes.

"How do you know that I was going to ask if she had a boyfriend. I could of asked if she had any brothers or something like that." He said, defensively.

"Mhm, sure Michael." I said, laughing.

"Really I was!" He said, throwing his hands up, surrendering.

"Besides, her boyfriend goes to UCLA, too." I said, before I started to look for something to cook for dinner.

"Really, what's his name?" He asked, coming behind me and reaching for something in the cabinet above me.

"Ashton Irwin." I told him, pulling out a box of pasta and put water to boil on the stove.

"He's in my English class." He said, sitting down on the stool on the opposite side of the counter.

"That's cool. Oh, before I forget, what are you doing this weekend?" I asked him, already knowing the answer.

"Whatever you're doing, why?" He asked.

"Tori, invited us over." I said and he nodded.

I finished dinner and served both of us before sitting down. He muttered a quiet thank you and then began eating.

When we finished, it was 8pm and we decided to both shower and then watch the first season of American Horror Story. We have watched it over 50 times so we know what happens.

We both brought our blankets and pillows out to the living room and set them on the couch. Michael sat down first and then pulled me down next to him. He put his arm around me and then pulled the blankets on top of us.

"Do you ever wish you had a relationship like Tate and Violet?" Michael asked, still paying attention to the TV.

"Why would I want to have a boyfriend who is a psychopath and murdered people in his school and raped my mother?" I asked, laughing.

Michael laughed and shoved my shoulder.

"I didn't mean it like that, you idiot. I meant having a boyfriend treat you the way Tate treats Violet." He said.

"Of yeah, of course I want that. Wouldn't you want that too?" I asked him.

"Yeah." He replied.

I nodded and leaned my head on his shoulder. He kissed my forehead and before you knew it, I was out.

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