We Go Together
Chapter 3
“So how was your day?” asked Micky’s dad.
“Good,” she said, “I worked some, and met some new people.”
“Who?” he asked, looking at her over the top of his newspaper.
“Um, Liam and Zayn…well, I didn’t get their last names,” she said, “But they just moved here.”
“New customers?” he asked. “I guess so,” she said, shrugging, “They bought three cupcakes, one for each of them and one for a girlfriend, I bet.”
Her father laughed, “You assume that all boys have girlfriends?”
“No,” she said, “but who else would he buy it for?” She popped a strawberry from a bowl into her mouth, kissed her dad on the cheek and walked out the door.
She strolled down the street to Louis’ house. She was greeted there by four sets of voices yelling, “Micky!” She hugged Louis’ little sisters and they pulled her into the kitchen, where she greeted Johannah Tomlinson, Louis’ mom, known as Jay.
“The boys are upstairs,” Jay said to Micky, hugging her with one hand while trying to wipe off Daisy’s face. Micky bounded up the stairs, hopping over piles of Louis’ clothes. Harry and Louis were playing the Playstation, shooting people.
Micky flopped on Louis’ bed, saying “Hey.” The boys didn’t answer.
She groaned and rolled onto her side. Her phone vibrated. Micky looked at it, seeing text from Mia, her best friend (other than Harry and Louis, of course).
“Max said that there are two new guys in town,” the text said.
“Yeah,” said Micky, texting back.
“What do they look like?” Mia asked.
“Pretty cute,” said Micky, trying to remember details, “One had brownish blondish sort of curly thick hair, pretty tall, quite buff, brown eyes, and a lovely smile.”
“Sounds like you’re describing a puppy,” said Mia.
“He kind of looked like one,” said Micky, laughing out loud at the thought.
“The other had dark skin, black hair, brown eyes, nice glasses, about the same height as the other, but skinnier, and an absolutely adorable smile. He looked like some sort of Italian model.”
“Nice,” said Mia. Mia was a sassy, loud redhead with a pixie cut. She was the most outgoing person Micky knew, and she knew Louis.
Eventually, Lou and Harry finished their game and Micky joined in. She badly thrashed them for a good hour. When they got tired of being beaten, it was dark outside, and Micky was yawning quietly behind her hand.
The three tiptoed through Louis’ silent house and went outside. The crisp air greeted them, the night lit dimly by street lights. Micky shivered, watching her breath become steam in the chill. Louis took off his jacket and put it on her shoulders, “Don’t want you to catch a cold, do we?”
“Thanks, Lou,” said Micky, wrapping it around her. They had done this all summer, every summer, since they could remember. When they were little, they played together all day, until they went home. Now they worked together, but still went home together. Louis always walked with Harry and Micky. They walked quietly, not passing anyone on the dark street, until a cloud of smoke blocked their path.
Max George was leaning against a street light, smoking. “Tomlinson, Styles, Michelle,” He acknowledged them.
“George,” said Louis, nodded to him.
They kept walking past until Max called, “Michelle? Can I speak to you?” He looked pointedly at Louis and Harry, “Alone?”
Micky cleared her throat, rather uncomfortable, “Of course.” She walked over to Max, under the yellow light, slightly wrinkling her nose at the smell of smoke. Louis and Harry watched them from a distance.
“I heard, that you were single again,” said Max, his deep voice low and rumbling.
“Yes,” she said, “At the moment.” She glanced at Louis shyly, without realizing it, but Max noticed the involuntary movement. It annoyed him that she would be thinking of Tomlinson while she was talking to him.
“So am I,” he said, “At the moment.” He smirked at her, obviously implying his intentions.
Her eyes widened” Are you asking me out?”
“Yes,” he said, “Tomorrow night, there’s a party at Niall Horan’s. You can be my date.”
“Well,” she said, “I’m not sure...”
“I’ll pick you up at seven then,” he said, before she had time to refuse.
“Ok,” she nodded and went to turn away. He grabbed her wrist and she turned back to face him.
He expertly slipped a hand around her neck, pulling her close. She was frozen when he leaned in to kiss her. As their lips met, Louis and Harry turned from investigating a noise. Their jaws dropped when they saw Max wrap his wand around Micky’s waist. He pulled away after a moment and walked off, looking smug.
“Good,” she said, “I worked some, and met some new people.”
“Who?” he asked, looking at her over the top of his newspaper.
“Um, Liam and Zayn…well, I didn’t get their last names,” she said, “But they just moved here.”
“New customers?” he asked. “I guess so,” she said, shrugging, “They bought three cupcakes, one for each of them and one for a girlfriend, I bet.”
Her father laughed, “You assume that all boys have girlfriends?”
“No,” she said, “but who else would he buy it for?” She popped a strawberry from a bowl into her mouth, kissed her dad on the cheek and walked out the door.
She strolled down the street to Louis’ house. She was greeted there by four sets of voices yelling, “Micky!” She hugged Louis’ little sisters and they pulled her into the kitchen, where she greeted Johannah Tomlinson, Louis’ mom, known as Jay.
“The boys are upstairs,” Jay said to Micky, hugging her with one hand while trying to wipe off Daisy’s face. Micky bounded up the stairs, hopping over piles of Louis’ clothes. Harry and Louis were playing the Playstation, shooting people.
Micky flopped on Louis’ bed, saying “Hey.” The boys didn’t answer.
She groaned and rolled onto her side. Her phone vibrated. Micky looked at it, seeing text from Mia, her best friend (other than Harry and Louis, of course).
“Max said that there are two new guys in town,” the text said.
“Yeah,” said Micky, texting back.
“What do they look like?” Mia asked.
“Pretty cute,” said Micky, trying to remember details, “One had brownish blondish sort of curly thick hair, pretty tall, quite buff, brown eyes, and a lovely smile.”
“Sounds like you’re describing a puppy,” said Mia.
“He kind of looked like one,” said Micky, laughing out loud at the thought.
“The other had dark skin, black hair, brown eyes, nice glasses, about the same height as the other, but skinnier, and an absolutely adorable smile. He looked like some sort of Italian model.”
“Nice,” said Mia. Mia was a sassy, loud redhead with a pixie cut. She was the most outgoing person Micky knew, and she knew Louis.
Eventually, Lou and Harry finished their game and Micky joined in. She badly thrashed them for a good hour. When they got tired of being beaten, it was dark outside, and Micky was yawning quietly behind her hand.
The three tiptoed through Louis’ silent house and went outside. The crisp air greeted them, the night lit dimly by street lights. Micky shivered, watching her breath become steam in the chill. Louis took off his jacket and put it on her shoulders, “Don’t want you to catch a cold, do we?”
“Thanks, Lou,” said Micky, wrapping it around her. They had done this all summer, every summer, since they could remember. When they were little, they played together all day, until they went home. Now they worked together, but still went home together. Louis always walked with Harry and Micky. They walked quietly, not passing anyone on the dark street, until a cloud of smoke blocked their path.
Max George was leaning against a street light, smoking. “Tomlinson, Styles, Michelle,” He acknowledged them.
“George,” said Louis, nodded to him.
They kept walking past until Max called, “Michelle? Can I speak to you?” He looked pointedly at Louis and Harry, “Alone?”
Micky cleared her throat, rather uncomfortable, “Of course.” She walked over to Max, under the yellow light, slightly wrinkling her nose at the smell of smoke. Louis and Harry watched them from a distance.
“I heard, that you were single again,” said Max, his deep voice low and rumbling.
“Yes,” she said, “At the moment.” She glanced at Louis shyly, without realizing it, but Max noticed the involuntary movement. It annoyed him that she would be thinking of Tomlinson while she was talking to him.
“So am I,” he said, “At the moment.” He smirked at her, obviously implying his intentions.
Her eyes widened” Are you asking me out?”
“Yes,” he said, “Tomorrow night, there’s a party at Niall Horan’s. You can be my date.”
“Well,” she said, “I’m not sure...”
“I’ll pick you up at seven then,” he said, before she had time to refuse.
“Ok,” she nodded and went to turn away. He grabbed her wrist and she turned back to face him.
He expertly slipped a hand around her neck, pulling her close. She was frozen when he leaned in to kiss her. As their lips met, Louis and Harry turned from investigating a noise. Their jaws dropped when they saw Max wrap his wand around Micky’s waist. He pulled away after a moment and walked off, looking smug.
10/27/13