Bless this mess. Chapter 2. Alison's POV.
The almost-fall air hit me right when I stepped out of my house, sending cool shivers down my body. Sadly, this was just the beginning for the cold weather here in freezing and boring Minnesota.
My phone vibrated on the dashboard of my Audi A3, I picked it up and answered without hesitation, the only people that would be calling me are Michael and Sophia.
"Hello?" I answered, pressing my phone to my ear.
"Hey, Ally," I heard Michael's voice on the other end, "plan on coming over today?" I could almost see him smiling.
"Already on my way." I laughed.
"You know, if it was anyone else saying that I would be creeped out." I heard him chuckle at the other end.
I laughed and he went on talking about something he did last week and how his mom had been telling him to visit because she hasn't seen him for a while.
I cursed when someone cut me off on the highway, getting a laugh out of Michael. "You're a terrible driver!" He joked.
"Am not!" I hollered into the phone. "Don't tempt me to bring Soph," I threatened, knowing he didn't like her OCD attitude, she often annoyed me as well but apparently I don't have as low of a tolerance as Michael, which is surprising.
"Fine, fine. You're an amazing driver."
"Whatever," I smiled. "I'll be there soon."
"Okay, see you soon, Ally." I heard him say before sliding my phone back on the dashboard and continuing on my way to Michael's apartment.
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I walked up to Michael's apartment door. The building was old, ugly, and incredibly cheap, but he didn't mind about the old and ugly, he was ecstatic about the cheap part.
I heard music blasting from his stereo and even through the loud noise, Michael belting the words to 'Sail' by AWOLNATION, his husky voice practically screaming along with the singer. I held back a laugh and let myself in. He didn't hear me shut the door because his singing didn't stop nor did the terrible dancing around in the kitchen with the oven beeping that something was done.
At this point I couldn't hold back my laughing anymore, he stopping in mid spin and his eyes shot to me, a mild blush appearing on his face. "Nice dancing," I chuckled, after turning the stereo down.
"I get some of my moves from you." Michael winked, opening the oven.
"I thought we'd gotten passed that." I joked back, blushing and remembering when he'd walked into my house to me dancing and doing the dishes.
"Nope." He smirked.
I rolled my eyes and plopped down on his slouching couch. "What'd you make?"
"Apricot chicken..." He trailed off.
I shifted in the couch to face behind me and towards Michael. "You cook?"
"...But I didn't have enough apricot jam so I just added some orange Gatorade, I mean, how different is it really?" He shrugged, handing me a plate of chicken.
"I'm not eating it." I whimpered, looking at the chicken. It looked normal but now that I knew it had Gatorade in it there's no way in hell I'm eating it.
"C'mon Ally," he bit a mouthful off my chicken. "It's not that bad." I could tell that was forced, his face got a little red. And a second later he was coughing his way to the sink. I couldn't help but laugh. He spit it out and took the plate away from me.
"So, how was it?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows.
"F-ck off." He smirked, throwing the rest of the chicken in the garbage.
"Just warm up some ramen and we'll watch Shark Week." I smiled, turning on the TV.
He put two bowls of ramen in the microwave.
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Screw it... I'll post it now. Hehe. Opinions please!
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