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seven.

| a s h t o n |

        | 3:40pm – Friday |

We hate gym with a burning passion.

Luke, Calum, and I were chilling by the lockers, refusing to attend gym class. We were planning our next move and our big gig on Friday. It needs to be thoroughly devised, otherwise, it could be the end of our streak.

Then all of a sudden, this guy in a black sweater approached us. It was Michael.

"Long time no see," Luke greeted with a wave

"Why are you guys here?" he asked, his fingers fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater.

"Because we hate gym," Calum replied simply. "And why are you here?"

"I'm surprised to see you guys again. I thought you left."

"Hang out with us tonight," I offered. "It'll be fun."

"I don't think my mom would allow me," he said shyly.

"Someone tell the kid," Luke said exasperatedly.

Michael furrowed his eyebrows. "Tell me what?"

"Who the fuck are you talking to, Clifford?" Jake Bettley interjected, leaning against the rows of lockers with a puzzled look on his face.

"My friends," Michael responded, looking down at his shoes.

"What friends?" Jake taunted. "Freak."

a/n:

the foreshadowing is unreal :----)

everyone's probably just as confused as Michael right now omf

and michael is such a cute kitten awawawaw

ily all c: am i updating too fast? i probably am but fuck it -angelika