The halls were completely bare and void of students as Mike walked with this mysterious girl, the only noises heard were the squeaks of their sneakers against the linoleum and occasional small talk. Mike couldn't help sneaking occasional looks at this girl, every time noticing something different. A dimple, a freckle, a certain glisten in her eyes talking about things she felt passionate about, and the sheepishness between them slowly disintegrating into laughter.
They walked to a classroom hidden between some beaten up lockers and a water fountain. There was a small silver plaque which read "AV Club", which Mike gestured to proudly.
"This is the best room in the school, it's full of cool radios.. My friends and I call it the safe haven" he trailed off, thoughtfully. Mike wanted to impress her, definitely. She had this sweet innocence that he knew would be taken away as soon as she met Stacy, or Troy.
"AV Club, huh?" She turned to Mike with a teasing grin, which Mike hoped he returned just as confidently. This is what Mike felt passionate about, he felt like he was completely opening up to this mystery girl, and he doesn't even know her name.
"You should definitely show me these cool radios sometime, I don't exactly know too many people and god knows I could use a haven" She trailed off, the look on her face cloudy. Mike didn't know her that well to understand it, but he understood he wanted to.
There was a comfortable silence between them, until she piped back up again. "I still owe you, you know" Mike looked at her quizzically until she clarified by gesturing to the backpack he was desperately clinging to, begging the universe to give him a break by not spilling the contents out all over again.
Mike had needed to go to the home economics room plenty of times, he was known as the 'go to' kid to help any confused teachers over the age of 50 who felt flustered by new technology. He'd felt the need to start small talk up again, but as he turned to her he turned the brightest shade of red. She was already looking at him, a gangly and completely uncoordinated Michael Wheeler.
Smiling to himself with the biggest grin he could muster, he gestured to the small home economics room and opened the door for her. Suddenly he felt super self conscious, this room is seriously small. Seriously small.
"Jesus, people work in here? It's a cupboard" She remarked playfully, but jumping as soon as she heard a loud thwack. And there is was, Michael Wheeler in all his glory. Holding his forehead painfully, of course, he had hit his head on the door frame.
Her laughter filled the room, to him it sounded melodic. He knew he had it so bad already, he's known her for about an hour and suddenly he feels like he's known her for years. Mike saw her walking to him sweetly, staring directly at his forehead. "Jesus, Mike" closer, closer, closer. She was in front of him, brushing his hand away and sending electric shocks through his whole body in the process. Before he knew it she was examining his forehead, he felt her breath against his face and melted, she's right there.
Her eyes trailed down to his nose, spluttered in freckles that she couldn't help but find so alluring. He's beautiful, she thought. Sanity brought her back down to earth again, this is probably the weirdest thing she could be doing. She broke away, immediately feeling her face completely burn. Clearing her throat awkwardly, she turned to the various shelves of thread behind them.
"Let's save this bag, shall we?" her voice came out playfully as she continued "also, don't touch anything. You're probably going to blow us up".