Author's Note: So, as Michael was walking home, he ran into those detectives again. What will he do? You'll see.
Chapter 8
Michael got to his front door and he heard 2 front doors slam behind him. Then he turned around and sat on the porch as the 2 detectives approached him.
"Hey there, Michael." Chris said. "We just want to ask you some questions."
"What do you two want now?" Michael asked.
"Did you vandalize my house?" Maritska asked.
"No." Michael said. Keep in mind, that he is technically telling the truth. Melody was the one who did the deed.
"Do you mind that we look around the house?" Chris asked.
"See, that's a problem." Michael said. "First of all, this isn't my house. It's my brother's. Second, you need a warrant to search my house or permission. Both of which you don't have. So, go back to your station and get a warrant if you want to go into my house so bad."
"We'll do that." Chris said. And with that, they got into their car and drove off.
"Now what?" Michael said as he felt his phone vibrate. His brother sent him a text message saying that Robby wanted him to come over there until the rest of the kids got out of school. As he stepped on Robby's porch, he got a text message from Melody, saying that she was meeting with the druids across town. So it was him and Robby for a few hours.
"Hey, Michael how you been?" Robby asked as he opened the door.
"Fine, did Charles ask you to watch me until he got home?" Michael asked.
"Yes he did." Robby said. "So, how does it feel knowing that you don't have to stay at school all day?"
"Feels good." Michael said. "Although I am going to get bored real quick."
"Yeah," Robby said. "Listen, between you and me, I think that Miley has a little crush on you."
"Really?" Michael yelped. "How do you know?"
"Every time your name is mentioned, she blushes really bad." Robby said.
"Changing the subject," Michael said, "is there anything you want me to do?"
"As a matter of fact," Robby began, "there is. I want you to stay here while me and Jackson go out for a little while."
"Sure, Robby." Michael said. "No problem."
A few hours later...
"All I am saying is that it is really easy to tell that you like him Miley." Lily said.
"What makes you think that I like him? Miley said.
"The fact that your face gets red like a tomato whenever some one mentions him, or in Creative Writing that when he asked you a question, you babbled like an idiot?" Lily responded.
"I did not!" Miley said opening the door and stepping into the living room. "Okay, I admit that he is kind of hot, okay?"
Lily was pointing behind her. Miley turned around and saw Michael waving at them with a grin on his face.
Miley, shielding her face, asked Lily, "Do you think he heard me?"
"Oh, yeah." Lily said. "I think that it is best if I go now."
"What am I supposed to do with him?" Miley whispered.
"He's a cute guy, you figure it out," Lily said, walking out the door, leaving Michael and Miley alone. The silence was broken by Robby coming down stairs.
"Hey, Miley. Just got to step out for a bit. Keep Michael company while I am gone." Robby said.
"S-S-Sure, Dad." Miley said.
"How was school?" Michael asked.
"F-Fine." Miley said.
"So, what do you want to do?" Michael said.
"Do you want to watch some TV with me?" Miley asked.
"Sure," Michael said.
As they were watching TV, Michael said, "I have seen some pictures of your, mom she was beautiful."
"Thanks," Miley said. "That's sweet of you."
"Robby is a good guy and a good father. My dad didn't even bother to come around even when my mom died."
"How did your mom die?" Miley asked. As soon as she asked that, Michael got up from the couch and walked to the back door. Miley just stared as he lowered his head slightly, and a single tear fell from his eye.
"The memory is just too painful to repeat what happened." Michael said, turning to Miley. "You know, in my eyes, you really are a lucky girl, Miley."
"How?" Miley asked.
"You have a father who loves you, and brother who seems nice who is there for you. My brother is either gone who is too tired to talk to me half of the time. You also have friends who are there for you no matter what. I'm really am jealous of you."
Michael was on the verge of tears when Miley got up and came over to him. She gave him a tight hug.
"I am so sorry, Michael, I had know idea." Miley said.
"I-I am going home, I'll see you tomorrow." Michael said. He walked out the front door pass Jackson.
"What is wrong with him?" Jackson asked Miley.
"Jackson, really, lay off of him." Miley said.
"Why?" Jackson said. "Your 'boyfriend' can't take a little criticism, can he?"
"Jackson, I am warning you..." Miley began.
"He's a crybaby, isn't he?" Jackson taunted.
"Jackson!" Robby said. Jackson turned around and saw Robby and Charles standing there.
"H-Hi," Jackson stuttered.
"Room, Jackson," Robby said. Jackson ran up the stairs, tripping along the way.
"Dad, you know what happened to him?" Miley said. Robby turned to Charles who whispered in his ear.
"It would be better if you heard his story from Michael instead of us," Charles said.
"Where did he go?" Miley asked.
"Down to the beach." Charles said.
Miley looked at Robby and he said, "Be back, quick because it is dark." Robby said.
Miley nodded and headed out the door.
Little did she know the horror of the tale she was going to hear from Michael.