A/N: New chapter~ Some Michael and Korrie bonding time!

Interrupting co-Moo!

Hearing the faint sound of keys in the lock, and seeing the multi-coloured blur that was Kuzco flying towards the door in excitement, alerted me that Michael must be here, either that or a really crappy robber.

It couldn't be my parents since my Mother was off in Chicago on a business trip, she was also going to visit my uncle whilst she's there, she should be back on Sunday. And my Father was working late again, he won't be back until 2, maybe 3 am.

Kuzco was now barking like a madman as Michael hung his black veil known as his trademark trench coat. "Alright Kuzzie, I've seen you."

He ruffled my dogs head as he walked over to the couch, sitting on the opposite side of me, yet still leaning more against the arm of the chair to keep me in his sight.

I offered him the remote, a peace treaty. He took it with an appreciative nod, turning over to the discovery channel; I saw that a number of different alien related shows were on, I smirked knowing that this was his own sign of a peace treaty as we both enjoyed sinking the theories and ripping them apart.

"So, what did she do this time?" I began stroking Kuzcos ear since he jumped up a second ago, making himself comfortable in my crossed legged lap.

"Urgh, she was bagging on me about college again." He groaned as he continued to stare at the tv.

I felt a hardened frown solidify onto my lips, "Oh yeah. College." I almost spat the word out with just as much venom as a pissed of cobra.

Michael turned his attention to me, prodding me with the end of the silver remote. "Hey, I don't leave for another 8 months yunno." He sighed as he slouched down and sunk into the cushions of the dark chair, almost blending into the fabric. "That's if I even go."

My face scrunched up in confusion, raising a brow as I questioned him. "What do you mean 'if'?"

He released and aggravated sigh, rolling his head towards me. "Let's face it, Kora, I haven't got much to offer a college. So why would they accept my application."

Frowning more as I moved Kuzzie off my lap so that I could sit up straighter and turned my body towards Michael."That's why your applying for that music scholarship, you've got a talent for singing Mike!"

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah so has every other wannabe posers out there."

Smirking as I moved closer to him, straightening out his collar. "Yeah and that's where you've got the advantage! All those posers are just that; Posers." Tugging on his collar slightly as I stared distractingly at his top button. "You, on the other hand, are real! You don't take shit from anybody, and you never let anyone change who you are. You can tell by the way you walk, by the way, you lead... By the way, you sing."

I tore my eyes away from his chest, gazing up into his face to find him avidly staring into my woodland green eyes with his own chocolate brown ones.

Feeling a strangely warm heat upon my face as I tried to avert my eyes from his own burning gaze, only to have him pull me back into his embrace. I tensed up, not expecting the sudden closeness of our bodies.

Michael mumbled a few things into my snow white hair, I was only able to make out a 'Thank You.'

Yet again confusion covered my pale face. "What for?"

"Supporting me, believing in me." I tightened my hold on him, feeling my heart tighten and skip at his words.

I felt him relax more as he began stroking my hair and continued to talk. "It sometimes feels like your the only one who does believe in me. Yeah, the others show me their support in their own way, but you the only one who voices it." Feeling him tense slightly allowed me to guess that he was now scowling. "My step mother has always belittled me for wanting to follow a career in music, telling me I'm just working towards a dead end."

I tutted, knowing the feeling. "I think that's why I support you so much." I hid my face more in his chest as I continued. "You know I want a similar career, and both my parents don't agree with it. Both having well respected and high paying jobs, just mean they think a career of music is a horrible choice." I sighed looking up at him. "That's why you have my support Michael because I understand it, I understand you."

A clearing of the throat brought us both out of our trance, only just realising that we were both leaning into one another, Michael's hand upon my chin lifting it up for better access, his other on my thigh.

With a bright red glow attacking my cheeks I turned towards our intruder, however, neither of us made a move to get away from one another, leaving me in Michael's embrace.

Seeing a poker-faced Craig stood in the doorway of my living room, with an ecstatic Kuzco bouncing around his feet. How the hell didn't we hear him come in? Craig raised a brow, whilst Michael wrapped an arm securely around my waist and shot Craig a deadly glare.

"Am I interrupting something." It wasn't a question, it was a very clear statement.

"Yeah you conformi-" I slapped my hand over Michael's mouth and gave an embarrassed chuckle, waving Craig off with my free hand. "No! Not at all, we were just talking is all."

Craig gave me a disbelieving look as he made his way over to the couch and plopping down beside me."Really? Sure looks like it."

Michael scoffed. "Fuck you, Tucker." He tightened his hold on my waist, bringing my chest uncomfortably close to his, moving me as far away from Craig as he could without actually swapping seats with me. "What are you even doing here? How the hell did you get in."

Craig sneered at my gothic friend, crossing his arms. "Fuck yourself Davis." flipping the dark donned teen off, he explained. "I'm here to invite Frosty to Clyde's house party, the idiot forgot to invite you earlier." Reaching into his pocket and bringing out a silver coloured house key, which he then jingled about in our direction. "And I got in with my key~"

Michael's jaw dropped as he stared at the small silver object. "YOU have a key? YOU gave HIM a key!?" He glared at me in anger, causing me to flinch slightly.

I raised my arms in a sign of peaceful surrender. "It's not a big deal! All our group has one! So do Kenny and Bebe!"

Michael sneered down at me, removing himself from me and standing up, arms raised. "Of course we have all have one! And that blonde cheerleader conformist is unfortunately a part of your family! McCormick only has one because he's basically family to you and you always feel shitty whenever his parents are being assholes to him!" Rounding on Craig and aggressively gesturing at him, as he continued to rant my house down. "But him! There's no fucking reason for him to have one! He's a conformist bully, beating the shit out of people if they don't see the same way he does!"

Craig immediately shot up from his seat, pushing Michael away by the chest. "Talk shit about me one more time you goth bastard, and you'll see just how bad I can beat you!"

"Go right ahead, you'll just be proving my point, you dick." Michael stood to his full un slouched height, standing at least 2 inches taller than the already tall 6'1 17-year-old.

I rushed in between the two, placing a controlling hand on their chests. "Aw hell no! You two aren't fighting in here, hell you aren't fighting full stop!" I sent an annoyed glare at both of them. "You're both acting like dicks, grow the fuck up already!"

Both looked away, either ashamed or irritated that I stopped them. "Whatever/Fine." was heard before each made it to a different location, Craig headed for the front door, while Michael went to the kitchen.

"See you tomorrow I guess Frost..."

I nodded, though he couldn't see it. "Yeah, sure Chullo."

Michael had left a few minutes after Craig, making sure not to run into him on the way home.

My phone lit up at around midnight and I sighed as I picked it up, seeing two texts from Craig.

-RedRacer: Sorry about earlier... Hope we're good. :/

-RedRacer: Oh, Clyde's party is on Saturday. 8 pm til whenever bring your own drinks n shit, snackage is gonna be there.

I smirked and replied.

-Ice-queen: Yeah we're good. And sweet free food! Time to get wasted I guess~ XD