Well, Luna you wanted updates, so I uploaded 2 chapters today, enjoy.
Liz's POV
We walked into his apartment, and the first thing that struck me was how warm it was. There was a comfy looking couch, and a tv. There was a cozy kitchen with a refrigerator and a microwave, and there were a couple rooms farther down that I couldn't see inside of. "I'm sorry for the mess, I don't usually have company." "Don't worry about it Mikey, it looks real nice tuh me." He seemed slightly taken aback by that statement; I guess because in normal people's standards this place was a dump. But I grew up without a home so. "Did you want some Cocoa Puffs? Or I could make you a sandwich, maybe some soup. I've got Top Ramon." "Yeah, ok." "Which?" "What, ya mean I gots tuh choose one?" "Uh no, I guess not. Why don't you go take a shower while I make everything." "Ok, that sounds good."
The shower was like Heaven, I can't remember the last time I felt this good. After I came out, I took an experimental sniff of my armpits. Not too bad. I actually smell clean. Still, just to be on the safe side I sprayed on some stuff, I think it was cologne but I don't care. I went into Michael's room, and went through his drawers. There I found a worn-in old shirt and a big comfy pair of boxers. I figure he wouldn't mind me making myself comfortable. As I got dressed I smelled the delicious aroma of food. I then wondered how long I had been in the shower if my food was done already. Not only that, but the shower had made me forget all about the hollowness in my stomach. I decided to remedy that by walking towards the kitchen. "I didn't know what kind of sandwich you liked so I made ham and." "What?" "That's my shirt!!!" I was about to say duh, but I saw the look in his eyes, and besides he was being really nice and hospitable towards me so I said "ok, ya want me tuh take it off?" At his nod, I put my hands under the hem and with an upward motion was about to take off the offending top when he said "never mind, you can wear it." His face was bright red, and I had to try hard to keep from giggling. Not so much in consideration of his feelings, but because where I'm from you just don't giggle. "Ya sure?" I still had my hand gripped on the shirt. "Yeah, yeah, I never liked that shirt anyway." I snorted at that, and his face became pinker rather than red, which prompted me to say "these boxers are yours to you know." He just ignored me this time and said "I made you a ham and cheese sandwich, I hope that's alright." "Ham and cheese is my favorite." In actuality I hate ham and cheese, it is the vilest combination ever devised, but I wasn't going to tell him that. I gobbled up the Cocoa Puffs and soup as fast as I could, and took a small bite of the disgusting creature marauding as a sandwich. Afterwards I cleaned the plates and put my dirty clothes along with the used towels in the wash. Feeling confident that I did my part I slumped onto the couch beside Michael who was flipping through channels. He wordlessly handed me the remote when he noticed me next to him, and I flipped the channel to cartoons. He had a look of approval on his face towards my program of choice or me I wasn't sure. I found myself hoping it was the latter, because I got the feeling that making an impression good or bad was something to strive for.
Unconsciously I had spooned myself next to Michael while we were watching tv and made myself comfortable. Michael didn't seem to notice or else he ignored it. Either way I was glad he didn't confront me about it. I looked at the clock, it was few minutes till midnight and I yawned accidentally. At that he got up and went over to a cupboard. He picked up some sheets and handed them to me, he then said goodnight and went in the direction of his bedroom. I yawned again, but I didn't feel tired. I had an idea. I got up slowly and wandered into Michael's room, he was laying in bed facing away from me. I didn't know if he was asleep, and I didn't care since I knew he wouldn't mind being woken up for what I had in mind. I walked softly, careful not to make too much noise. I then shook his shoulder lightly and said "Michael, wake up." He turned to me and gave me a weird look. "What is it?"
Liz's POV
We walked into his apartment, and the first thing that struck me was how warm it was. There was a comfy looking couch, and a tv. There was a cozy kitchen with a refrigerator and a microwave, and there were a couple rooms farther down that I couldn't see inside of. "I'm sorry for the mess, I don't usually have company." "Don't worry about it Mikey, it looks real nice tuh me." He seemed slightly taken aback by that statement; I guess because in normal people's standards this place was a dump. But I grew up without a home so. "Did you want some Cocoa Puffs? Or I could make you a sandwich, maybe some soup. I've got Top Ramon." "Yeah, ok." "Which?" "What, ya mean I gots tuh choose one?" "Uh no, I guess not. Why don't you go take a shower while I make everything." "Ok, that sounds good."
The shower was like Heaven, I can't remember the last time I felt this good. After I came out, I took an experimental sniff of my armpits. Not too bad. I actually smell clean. Still, just to be on the safe side I sprayed on some stuff, I think it was cologne but I don't care. I went into Michael's room, and went through his drawers. There I found a worn-in old shirt and a big comfy pair of boxers. I figure he wouldn't mind me making myself comfortable. As I got dressed I smelled the delicious aroma of food. I then wondered how long I had been in the shower if my food was done already. Not only that, but the shower had made me forget all about the hollowness in my stomach. I decided to remedy that by walking towards the kitchen. "I didn't know what kind of sandwich you liked so I made ham and." "What?" "That's my shirt!!!" I was about to say duh, but I saw the look in his eyes, and besides he was being really nice and hospitable towards me so I said "ok, ya want me tuh take it off?" At his nod, I put my hands under the hem and with an upward motion was about to take off the offending top when he said "never mind, you can wear it." His face was bright red, and I had to try hard to keep from giggling. Not so much in consideration of his feelings, but because where I'm from you just don't giggle. "Ya sure?" I still had my hand gripped on the shirt. "Yeah, yeah, I never liked that shirt anyway." I snorted at that, and his face became pinker rather than red, which prompted me to say "these boxers are yours to you know." He just ignored me this time and said "I made you a ham and cheese sandwich, I hope that's alright." "Ham and cheese is my favorite." In actuality I hate ham and cheese, it is the vilest combination ever devised, but I wasn't going to tell him that. I gobbled up the Cocoa Puffs and soup as fast as I could, and took a small bite of the disgusting creature marauding as a sandwich. Afterwards I cleaned the plates and put my dirty clothes along with the used towels in the wash. Feeling confident that I did my part I slumped onto the couch beside Michael who was flipping through channels. He wordlessly handed me the remote when he noticed me next to him, and I flipped the channel to cartoons. He had a look of approval on his face towards my program of choice or me I wasn't sure. I found myself hoping it was the latter, because I got the feeling that making an impression good or bad was something to strive for.
Unconsciously I had spooned myself next to Michael while we were watching tv and made myself comfortable. Michael didn't seem to notice or else he ignored it. Either way I was glad he didn't confront me about it. I looked at the clock, it was few minutes till midnight and I yawned accidentally. At that he got up and went over to a cupboard. He picked up some sheets and handed them to me, he then said goodnight and went in the direction of his bedroom. I yawned again, but I didn't feel tired. I had an idea. I got up slowly and wandered into Michael's room, he was laying in bed facing away from me. I didn't know if he was asleep, and I didn't care since I knew he wouldn't mind being woken up for what I had in mind. I walked softly, careful not to make too much noise. I then shook his shoulder lightly and said "Michael, wake up." He turned to me and gave me a weird look. "What is it?"