Ch. 1
Tuesday morning…
Michael walks the halls at Niles West High School in Chicago, Illinois. He’s now a senior & his reputation has been known as the school nerd/geek. He focuses more on himself and less on what others opinions are of him.
Michael walks to his locker to grab his Math book when his friend Charlie sneaks up behind him & jumps scares him…
Mike: *startled* AH—dude, quit doin that!
Charlie: *chuckles* But your reactions are the best, come on man! *grabs Mike’s shoulders & shakes them*
Mike: *gives Charlie a smirk & shakes his head*
Nellie: *walks over to them* Did you scare poor Mikey again?
Charlie: Hey, he can take it, right bro?
Mike: Yeah, but I didn’t say I love it
Nellie: Oh poor you
Mike: Yeah poor me
Michael rolls his eyes & smiles at her, then sees popular girl Blake & her friend Miley walk towards them down the hall. Blake makes eye contact with him then quickly looks away to flip her hair as she passes him & his friends…
Charlie: *nudges Mike’s shoulder* Dude she just gave you the stare
Mike: Psh, no way
Charlie: You never know…
Mike: No
Charlie: Boo, you’re no fun
Nellie: Oh please
Mike: *chuckles* Alright I’m gonna head to Math class now
Charlie: Alright, later lover boy
Mike: *walks away without turning around* Not funny!
Michael walks into his Math class and finds his seat—which is next to Blake. His Math teacher—Mrs. Banks—assigns partners and ends up partnering him with Blake…
After a few minutes…
Blake: So like, do you carry the 3…here? *chews on the top of her pen*
Mike: *widens his eyes feeling annoyed* No, no, no. What’re you doing—? *writes with his pencil & crosses out what she wrote in pen* You circumvent the indeterminate form by factoring both the numerator and denominator. It’s simple!
Blake: *gives him a blank stare with her mouth hanging open* Heh?
Mike: *stares back at her then looks at her paper* I mean if you just focused a little more on the work and less on your hair—then just maybe you’d know what the hell we’re learning here
Blake: *scoffs arrogantly* Please. You wouldn’t even give your hair a second look
Mike: Who cares?
Blake: *sighs* You have so much to learn
Mike: Teach me *says sarcastically*
Blake: *rolls her eyes at him & runs her hand through her hair & looks away trying to find something more interesting to focus on in the room*
Mike: *taps his pencil and looks at her* If you wanna pass this class then I suggest you pay more attention to what I’m writing on here—
Blake: *turns to face him* Aright already, god
Mike: Good—and would it kill you to use one of these? *wiggles his pencil in his hand*
Blake: Why?
Mike: Cause you need it waaay more than me
Blake: *blinks at him a couple times then trades her chewed pen for his pencil* Better?
Mike: Charming, really
Blake: *twirls her hair* It just comes naturally
Mike: Just like your Math skills? *gives her a snarky smile*
Blake: *stops smiling & glares at him*
Mike: *not affected by her glaring* So how’s bout we get back to the math *starts to explain the math problem again*
Blake: *rolls her eyes & listens to him reluctantly*
After school…
Michael drives home from school and walks through his front door. He sees his dad watching the T.V.—A usual day when he gets back home. Michael walks up the stairs & passes his younger sister’s room—Bailee, she’s an 8th grader—then heads to his room. He sets his backpack down & looks for his guitar & sits on his bed to strum a few chords…
Bailee: *stands by his door* You woke me up
Mike: *stops playing & looks up at her & folds his arms over his guitar* Sorry
Bailee: It’s okay. I’ll just close your door *smiles a little at him & closes his door slowly*
Mike: *continues to play his guitar*
Ch. 2
Wednesday morning, at school…
Michael is hanging out with his friends by his locker and they see Blake & her friends clearly gossiping about them in front of their faces…
Charlie: So what’s her deal? *nods at Blake*
Mike: *widens his eyes* Well…she was my math partner yesterday—so that could be her ‘deal’ today
Nellie: What did you do to her?
Mike: Nothing!
Charlie: Clearly you’re lying
Mike: *blinks quickly at Charlie* Clearly
*The bell rings for class…*
Nellie: Saved by the bell
Mike: Yeah, yeah, yeah. See ya later!
Charlie: Alright we’ll finish his later, BRO
Mike: Yeah right! *runs off to class*
Charlie: *turns to Nellie* We’re not finishing anything later, are we?
Nellie: Nope!
Charlie: Knew it
Nellie: *chuckles & slaps his arm playfully*
At the end of Math class, Michael’s teacher—Mrs. Banks—calls him over…
Mike: *walks up to her desk* Hi Mrs. Banks. Everything okay?
Mrs. Banks: Hold on, Michael. Blake?
Blake: *about to walk out the door* Yeees?
Mrs. Banks: Please come here for a minute *waves her hand at Blake*
Blake: *gives both Michael & her teacher a weary look* Why’s he here?
Mike: *rolls his eyes at her*
Mrs. B.: I saw you two working hard the other day and it got me thinking that maybe you could tutor Miss Blake here for the last couple of months we have left of school. Because frankly, she may not pass if her grades—
Blake: You can’t be serious?
Mrs. B.: You’re asking me, your teacher, if I’m serious?
Mike: *says to the side* Pfft, yeah, what a dumb question
Blake: Must you speak?
Mrs. B.: HEY, hey you two. Listen now Michael, I’m expecting you to help a fellow peer out; so don’t let me down?
Mike: But Mrs. Banks I—
Mrs. B.: I want to see Miss Blake’s grades go up, up, up. I thought someone of your nature would be able to help
Blake: Mrs. Banks, I’m fine, really *waves her hand casually*
Mrs. B.: In this class? Oh no, honey
Mike *clears his throat*
Blake: *gives him a little glare*
Mrs. B.: I expect you both to carry out this task?
Blake: *purses her lips & looks out the door*
Mike: *sighs* Sure thing Mrs. B.
Mrs. B.: Great. Well that’s it for now. Carry on to your next class
Michael & Blake both try to walk out of the classroom door at the same time but get stuck. Michael moves to the side, annoyed, & lets her go out first. She picks up her pace and Michael follows her and tries to keep up with her…
Mike: Sooo when should we start this thing?
Blake: *turns around to look at him* Oh we’re really doing this thing?
Mike: *tilts his head at her* We were in the same room together when Mrs. Banks was talking, correct?
Blake: *rolls her eyes* Listen. Thanks but no thanks. I think I can turn my grades around before the school year ends. I don’t need any help *starts to walk away*
Mike: *picks up his pace to walks next to her* With my help you probably can
Blake: Mmm, no thanks *walks ahead of him*
Mike: *throws his hands up in the air finally giving up*
The bell rings for 2nd period and they rush to their own separate classes.
After last period, Michael meets up with his friend’s in the hall & tells them about him & Blake…
Charlie: So you really have to tutor her?
Mike: *sighs* I guess so? It’s too bad Blake doesn’t even care though
Nellie: She’s an idiot, that’s why
Mike: Ugh the whole thing makes my head hurt *rubs his temples*
Charlie: So what’re you gonna do?
Mike: I dunno. But if Blake fails this class—I’ll feel guilty
Nellie: Hey, it’s her choice if she wants to graduate or not
Charlie: Overall, it’s a crappy situation, dude *pats Mike’s back*
Nellie: Speak of the devil *nods her head*
Mike: *looks over where Nellie nodded & sees Blake talking with her friend Miley & Emily* I’m gonna try to talk to her. Wish me luck
Charlie: *shakes his head pretends to bless him with his hand*
Mike: *walks over to Blake & her friends* So uh, are we going to do it or what?
Miley: Well he just cuts to the chase, doesn’t he?
Blake: Ugh, god *pulls him off to the side away from her friends* What?
Mike: Can you listen for at least a minute—if you’re capable of that?
Blake: *gives him a second look & folds her arms & raises her eyebrows at him*
Mike: If we don’t do this, Mrs. B. is really going to fail you
Blake: *blinks a couple times but still listens*
Mike: You can’t just give up like this. And I won’t let you fail
Blake: *he catches her attention more & she releases some of her attitude * Okay fine, we can do this tutor thing… *looks at her friends then lowers her voice* But I don’t want anyone else to know about it. Got it?
Mike: Uuuh sure
Blake: Good. Sooo uh, plan?
Mike: Sure. My house, tomorrow after school
Blake: Yeah sure, whatever
Mike: Is that all you ever say?
Blake: What?
Mike: *shakes his head* Nevermind. If you need any help, ask me in class tomorrow and “I’ll be at your services.” Until then, I’m off the clock *gives her small smile then walks away confidently*
Blake: *gives her friends a nervous look then walks back over to them* He’s just had this…thing for me. Long story short—it got weird, so I had to like end it, ya know?
Miley & Emily: OOOOH
Blake: *gives a second look in Michael’s direction where he left & then looks back at her friends*
Later at Michael’s house; Michael’s doing some homework on his bed when his younger sister Bailee pops her head into his room…
Bailee: You’re quiet for once
Mike: *gives her an annoyed look* And you’re point?
Bailee: Oh no point *finds his guitar & picks it up off its stand*
Mike: Heeey, be careful with that *stands up off his bed & walks over to her*
Bailee: Why do you even like playing this thing? *hands his guitar over to him*
Mike: I dunno…maybe because Dad stopped? *places the guitar back down on its stand*
Bailee: Well I know that, but you’re not really the musical type
Mike: Yeah thanks, I get it *sits back on his bed*
Bailee: *studies him*
Dad: *pops his head into the room* Bailee, bedtime
Bailee: But Michael gets to stay up still?!
Mike: Michael has homework to finish
Bailee: Ugh fiiine *walks out of his room*
Dad: You okay in here?
Mike: Yeah I’m fine *gives his dad an awkward smile*
Dad: Okay, just checking *gives Mike a sheepish look then walks away*
Mike: *looks at his door & sighs*
Ch. 3
Thursday morning…
Michael walks into his math class not as enthusiastic as he usually is, & finds his desk which is next to Blake’s’; she’s talking to her friends. Mrs. Banks usually assigns everyone partners so they can go over the homework together. Michael gets a punk type classmate as his partner. He eventually ends up working with just himself while his classmate sleeps. Blake turns to Michael & leans over to look at his homework sheet…
Mike: *feels her stare & turns to her* Yes?
Blake: What?
Mike: You were just blatantly reading my answers
Blake: Don’t get all ‘smart’ with me, pfft
Mike: *tries to hide his smile* You know, if you need help, you can just ask me?
Blake: Uuuh I don’t
Mike: Okaaay…then buzz off *pushes the brim of his glasses closer to his nose & he looks back down at his paper, trying to ignore her*
Blake: *sighs loudly & taps her pen on her desk*
Mike: *after about a minute he groans & stops working* Are you done with that?
Blake: What?
Mike: Your insistent tapping, woman!
Blake: *sighs* Okay, FINE. Maybe I do need…a little help
Mike: Well alright then. Let’s see what you got *scoots his desk closer to hers & leans over onto her desk to take a look at her homework paper*
Blake: *moves out of his way by sitting back in her seat*
Mike: *looks up at her after a couple minutes* Blake…
Blake: Yeeeees?
Mike: Most of these answers are wrong…
Blake: I know…
Mike: *lets out a little laugh* It’s a good thing I’m helping you after sch—
Blake: *covers Mike’s mouth* Shhh
Mike: *takes her hand off his mouth* Oh right, it’s all a secret *looks down at her homework paper*
Blake: *gives him a little look*
Boy: Yo, Blake come here
Mike: She’s busy *doesn’t look up*
Boy: *gives Michael an unimpressed look*
Blake: Trace, not now *waves her hand at him*
Trace: *glares at Mike & goes back to socializing with his friends*
Mike: *looks up curiously at her & lowers his voice* You really hang out with that guy?
Blake: *shrugs her shoulders* And you care why?
Mike: *shrugs back at her* Anyway …*looks down at her homework* So you see what you did with problem number three? You didn’t divide out the factors
Blake: Uuuh say what now?
Mike: You really don’t get it? *gives her a pained look*
Blake: Sorry that not everyone is gifted with geek-ology
Mike: *rolls his eyes at her then grabs his pencil & goes over the problem with her*
At lunchtime, Mike finds his friends at their usual table & sits down with them...
Charlie: So how goes it with the witch?
Mike: *laughs* WEL, when it comes to Math…she’s clueless
Nellie: *widens her eyes* Ooo, shocker
Mike: *nudges Nellie’s shoulder*
Nellie: *smirks at him*
Mike: *sips his water bottle*
Just then someone walks by Michael, knocking into his shoulder, making him spill his water onto his lap. Mike looks up to see Trace—Blake’s guy friend from their Math class— walking past him with all his friends. Trace gives Mike a cocky look...
Nellie: What was that about?
Mike: Nooo idea *uses his napkin to wipe off the spilled water from his lap*
Charlie: I’ve learned from experience that the best thing to do with Trace is to avoid eye contact—AT ALL TIMES *takes a bite out of his sandwich*
Nellie: Do we want to know?
Charlie: Just a fact, the guy’s a big jerk
Mike: And so far he’s proven that fact *widens his eyes annoyed & takes out his lunch
After school…
Michael meets up with Blake outside school by the front steps. She follows a few steps behind him so they look like they’re separate. Usually, Blake’s sister gives her a ride. Michael gives her a ride to his house for her tutoring session. They go up to his room & Blake works at his desk while he sits on his bed cross legged. After a couple hours they get bored…
Blake: *sitting at his desk* I wouldn’t think that you’d ever get tired of homework
Mike: *tilts his head at her* You know, not all of us “geeks” are the same. Sometimes even we need a break *takes off his glasses to rub his tired eyes*
Blake: *grins, then sees a guitar resting next to his closet* Do you play?
Mike: *still rubbing his eyes* Hmm?
Blake: *walks over to the instrument & picks it up* Do you play this or is it just for decoration*
Mike: *puts his glass back on & sits up quickly* Hey, be careful with that *walks over to her*
Blake: Ah sorry!
Mike: It’s fine. It was my Dad’s *takes it from her*
Blake: Oh yeah, I saw him downstairs…
Mike: Did he…talk to you?
Blake: No…why?
Mike: *sits down on his the edge of his bed while holding his guitar* Nothing…it’s just…he used to love to play guitar all the time then just completely stopped ever since he and my Mom divorced. It’s like he became this whole other person—*looks at his feet*
Blake: *gives him a sad look* Well that sucks. I’m sorry ‘bout that *walks over towards him*
Mike: Nah its fine *looks up at her* Sorry I dumped all that on you
Blake: It’s okay. I don’t mind
Mike: *gives her a small smile & strums a few chords*
Blake: *sits down on his bed next to him* So you do play?
Mike: *grins* A little
Blake: *chuckles*
Mike: *stops strumming & looks up at her* You know…this is the longest we’ve gone without wanting to strangle each other
Blake: Oh god, you’re right. What’s wrong with us?
Mike: *lets out a laugh & places his guitar down on the floor leaning against his bed*
Blake: *scratches the back of her head* Hey uh, I saw what Trace did at lunch today. I’m sorry bout that…
Mike: Oh it’s no big deal. It’s not new. You know, the teasing. I’ve also been told that as long as I don’t make any eye contact, I’ll be alright
Blake: That’s true *smirks at him*
Mike: *pulls his glasses off & cleans them with his shirt*
Blake: Hey, do you always need to wear those glasses?
Mike: Well uh yeah, kinda. You know…so I can see
Blake: Smartass. I could never pull off glasses *fixes her hair*
Mike: Oh, I bet you could
Blake: Well let’s see *reaches over & plucks his glasses away from him & puts them on her face*
Mike: Ah hey!
Blake: Oh wow—you’re vision sucks *turns her head to look around his room*
Mike: *gives her an annoyed look*
Blake: *flips her hair & turns to him posing in his glasses like a model with her hands under her chin* Whadya think?
Mike: *untenses his body & laughs at her silliness*
They’re sitting close together & Blake stares at him a little too long & starts to lean closer towards his face…
Mike: Okay fun’s over! *reaches up & pulls his glasses off her face*
Blake: *gives him a confused look* What the hell?
Mike: What, what? *puts his glasses back onto his face* I just wanted my eyesight back!
Blake: Why did you ruin—ugh whatever. I should go *stands up to gather her belongings off his desk*
Mike: Uh okay—do you want a ride?
Blake: *doesn’t look him in the eyes* Uh no, I’ll just call my mom. But thanks for all the…tutoring *shoves all her school materials back into her backpack*
Mike: *watches her while feeling confused* Do you need any help with—
Blake: See ya at school *walks out his door abruptly*
Mike: Yeah see ya? *scratches his head awkwardly*
Ch. 4
Friday morning, at school…
Michael finds his friends and tries to explain what happened with Blake the other night…
Charlie: She was coming onto you, dude
Mike: No way. And I’m definitely not her “type”—like at all
Nellie: Well it’s not like you’re hideous
Mike: Uh thanks, Nel…
Nellie: *blushes* Just sayin
Charlie: *chuckles at Nellie* Man I’d trade places with you any day
Nellie: I thought you didn’t like her?
Charlie: I don’t. But she’s hot, I’ll give her that
Mike: *shakes his head*
Nellie: On that note *points with her thumb* I’m gonna head to class now. SEE YA BOYS *walks off*
Charlie: Lata Nells
Mike: Yeah I’m gonna head to class—wish me luck
Charlie: You’ll need more than luck, bro *pats Mike’s back*
Michael walks into his math classroom & sees Blake in her seat already; she’s talking to her friends. Michael avoids eye contact with her then sits down & takes out his binders. Mrs. Banks starts to talk, then hands out a test for everyone to take. During the test Michael keeps sneaking peeks at Blake, feeling uncomfortable. She hasn’t said a word to him yet, yet she keeps looking over when he’s not looking—feeling conflicted with her feelings. After everyone’s done with their test, Mrs. Banks hands out a worksheet for everyone to work on with partners. Blake works with her friends and Michael works with a girl classmate named Masey…
Mike: *taps Blake’s back*
Blake: *sees it’s him out of the side of her eye & tries to ignore him*
Mike: *whispers* Blake. I’m sorry if I did something to hurt you…?
Blake: Whatever *doesn’t look at him*
Mike: *opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out*
Blake: *quickly turns around in her seat & looks at him* You know, for a nerd…you’re not a very smart one
Mike: *rolls his eyes* So does this mean I’m not tutoring you anymore or what?
Blake: If you don’t then I’m screwed. So what do you think? *turns back to her friends*
Mike: *puts his hand to his head, frustrated & turns back to his partner*
Masey: Girl problems?
Mike: *widens his eyes annoyed* Something like that
Masey: *shrugs* Buy her flowers?
Mike: Oh we aren’t…I’m not…we’re not—*shakes his head quickly* Let’s just get back to work
Masey: *holds back a laugh*
After school, Michael drives Blake to his house for another tutoring session. They take a break & sit on his floor, eating some potato chips…
Mike: Are you going to be mad at me forever? For…whatever I did? Or didn’t do…?
Blake: *gives him a look* You’re such a boy *pushes him playfully*
Mike: *loses his balance from her push & raises his eyebrows* Yeah, okay, and you’re sucha girl *chuckles*
Blake: *laughs & taps his leg* Hey, I’m having a birthday party this weekend—you should come
Mike: Uh…I should?
Blake: Yeah! I’m turning 18!
Mike: That’s awesome, but uh…I don’t want to impose or anything—
Blake: How would you be imposing if I invite you?
Mike: *smiles* Right, uh, sure. I’ll come
Blake: Yay! *claps her hands*
Mike: *grins at her* Should I get you a gift or something?
Blake: No you don’t have to; I’m having like a big pool party so all you’ll need to bring are your swim trunks
Mike: Cool
Blake: And you’re cute glasses *pokes the side of his belly*
Mike: Stop it *blushes a little & laughs*
Blake: OH *grabs his pencil off the ground & starts to write in his math homework*
Mike: Ah hey, what’re you doin to my book?
Blake: *slaps his hand away* Giving you my address, duh *finishes writing it down then drops his pencil on the paper* Party starts at 6pm, tomorrow! *feels her phone vibrate & looks at the phone screen* Oh, my sister’s here *stands up & gathers her belongings*
Mike: *stands up with her* Oooh? Alright, see ya tomorrow
Blake: *kisses his cheek* Don’t be late
Mike: I might be a little late…
Blake: Rude
Mike: *chuckles & rubs his cheek with his hand where she kisses him*
Blake: 6PM *waves at him while walking out his door*
Bailee: Bye Blake!
Blake: Bye girlie! *waves at Bailee then jogs down the steps to leave out the front door*
Bailee: *pokes her head into his room* Oooooooo
Mike: *looks up at her* LEAVE *gives her a serious look*
Bailee: *runs away & giggles loudly*
Ch. 5
Next day; Late Saturday afternoon…
Michael calls Charlie & Nellie about Blake’s party…
Charlie: BLAKE. Her birthday party. BLAKE?
Mike: No matter how many times you say it, it’s still true
Nellie: *talks into Charlie’s phone* You’re really gonna go to that?
Mike: Well uh, yeah. I told her I would
Nellie: Give me that *takes the phone from Charlie* So what’s really goin’ on with you and Blake, huh?
Charlie: *says into the phone* Yeah did something happen between you two?
Mike: NO! We’re just kind of friends now. I guess? I dunno!
Nellie: Here *shakes her head & hands the phone back to Charlie*
Charlie: Try to have fun with those idiots, alright?
Nellie: And if you need anything call us
Mike: Thanks. I think I’ll survive. It’s just Blake and her…wild popular friends…right?
Nellie: Yep! Okay bye Mike, good luck! *hangs up Charlie’s phone*
Later…
Michael drives to Blake’s house for her party. He rings the doorbell & an older girl—who is Blake’s older sister, Robyn—lets him in. Michael says hi to her then walks through her house lost with no direction and loud music blasting throughout it. He sees Blake’s friend’s Miley & Emily, & he reluctantly walks over to them…
Mike: Hey uh, you two know where Blake is?
Miley: Um are you like lost or something?
Mike: Huh?
Em: Why don’t you just give it up already? She doesn’t want you
Mike: And I have nooo idea what you’re talking about
Em: *turns to Miley* Is this nerd really trying to play dumb with me now?
Miley: *shakes her head & looks at Michael* Just leave Blake alone—
Michael is staring at them still confused & decides to just ignore them and walk away. He turns to his right to see people making out in one of the bedrooms; he walks faster, hoping he’ll find Blake soon. He walks outside by the pool and sees some already drunk teens that look like they’re having the best time. He watches them all for a second then a pretty brunette in a pink bikini interrupts him by coming up from behind him & pulls on his shirt…
Girl: Hey cutie
Mike: *startled a little* Uh HI… *widens his eyes & smiles at her, enjoying the attention she’s giving him*
Girl: *yells over the music* I’m Lucy!
Mike: MICHAEL! *points at himself* The music’s loud, huh?!
Lucy: You’re hot!
Mike: *laughs* Thank you?!
Lucy: COME IN THE POOL! *smiles at him all flirty*
Mike: Oooh I dunno…
Lucy: *starts to pull off his shirt*
Mike: Well maybe I could for a bit *allows her to finish taking off his shirt*
Lucy: WOOOOOO! *grabs his hand* Let’s get WET *pulls him over to the edge of the pool*
Mike: Is it cold—?
Lucy: I dunno—let’s see! *holds his hand tighter & jumps off the ledge pulling Michael down into the pool with her*
Mike: *comes to the surface first* Oh my god! *chatters his teeth a little*
Michael swims away from Lucy before she comes to the surface; hoping to lose her. The pool is pure madness. He bumps into a guy…
Mike: Sorry—
The guy turns around & it’s Trace…
Mike: *says under his breath* Crap
Trace: You lost? Cause this don’t look like your scene, bud
Mike: *says sheepishly* Maybe I am a little lost. Scuse me *tries to walk past Trace*
Trace: *shoves Michael’s arm as he tries to pass him*
Mike: Hey man, what’s your problem?
Trace: YOU
Mike: Hey, the feelings mutual, bud, but you don’t see me trying to pick a fight here, do ya?
Trace: *widens his eyes at Michael*
Lucy: *swims over to them* MICHAEL, there you are, silly *grabs his arm & leads him away from Trace*
Mike: Well see ya later buddy! *smirks at Trace*
Trace: *glares at Michael*
Lucy: *pulls him over to the pool wall & pushes his back up against it* You’re cute *touches his hair with her hands*
Mike: *gets a whiff of her alcoholic breath* Oh WOW
Lucy: I know *giggles at him loudly then rests her hands on his chest & starts to make out with him*
Mike: *enjoys it but then starts to feel uncomfortable & pulls his lips apart from hers*
Lucy: What?
Mike: I think…I need…the bathroom *lies to her & swims towards the stairs*
Lucy: Okay but come right back, okaaaaay?
Mike: *gives her a little wave then talks to himself* By the time I do you’ll probably be passed out
Michael looks for his shirt but can’t find it—he wastes no time & escapes the pool area. Now he feels a little helpless and looks around at all the crazy teens drinking out of red solo cups. He walks into the house still wet and the music’s blasting so loud that he can’t hear himself think. He walks through the halls of Blake’s house lost & confused. Just then someone grabs his arm & quickly pulls him into a room …
Mike: Hey I’m not— *notices its Blake* Blake! Hey!
Blake: Heeey yourself! I’ve been looking for your face *pokes his nose*
Mike: Same here *wiggles his nose & frowns at her* Are you drunk right now?
Blake: ONLY… this much! *shows the amount with her thumb & index finger tapping & giggles*
Mike: Aw come on; am I the only sober person here?
Blake: Probably! Also weeeelcome to my bedroom! *wraps her arms around his neck & unsteadily pulls him down onto her bed*
Mike: *laughs* Blake, you’re crazy *props himself up so his elbows are resting on her bed* Sooo now your bed’s all wet because I was in the pool…
Blake: It’s okay. I’ll get you a towel later
Mike: Pretty sure I’ll be dry by then…but thanks *laughs a little at her* Hey, why are you all alone in here?
Blake: *playfully pushes his arm* I’m not alone, you’re here with me silly!
Mike: *gives her a cautious look* Riiiight. Maybe I’ll ask you the same question again in about 24 hours
Blake: *lying sideways and looks at him* Hey Michael?
Mike: Yeeeah? *looks up at the ceiling*
Blake: I think I love you
Mike: *chuckles* Yeah, I think that’s the alcohol talking right now
Blake: But I do…love you
Mike: *turns to her*
Blake: *reaches out her hand to touch his wet hair*
Mike: *looks at her then her hand on his cheek & laughs nervously* Sorry, I’m such a wet mess right now *flattens his hair on his head*
Blake: I think it’s a cute look *lowers her hand to his neck*
Mike: *clears his throat anxiously* UH…would you maybe have a shirt I could wear? I feel so…exposed
Blake: Oh fine! *sits up from her bed and steadies herself then walks over to her closet & pulls out a tank top with hearts on it & throws it over at Mike & it lands on his face*
Mike: *points at his head* Yeah thanks
Blake: *laughs at him*
Mike: Oh wow *looks at the shirt & puts it on* I feel so pretty
Blake: Sorry if I’m too much woman for you
Mike: *gives her a funny look & shakes his head* You’re never too much
Blake: I DUNNOOO *leaps back onto her bed next to him*
Mike: *sighs & starts to feel tired. He yawns*
Blake: *scoots closer to him & cuddles up to his arm*
Mike: *looks down & smiles at her, then starts to get comfortable on the bed* Happy birthday, Blake
Blake: *falls asleep before she can respond to him*
Ch. 6
Next morning, Sunday…
Michael wakes up next to Blake on her bed covers, with her arm draped across his chest. Michael’s widens his eyes & tries to slowly peel her arm off his chest. Blake’s older sister, Robyn pops her head into the room casually….
Robyn: Make sure to wake her up eventually—hangovers aren’t really her area of ‘expertise’ *smiles at him then walks away*
Mike: *looks down at Blake with her arm still draped across his chest. He speaks softy* Hey, wakey, wakey, Blakey *nudges her a couple times*
Blake: *slowly wakes up, groans & opens her eyes to see him* Michael? *sees her arm on his chest & she quickly takes it off him & puts her hand to her pounding forehead* Oh god…what did I—what did we do last night??
Mike: Well…we both kinda fell asleep it seems…and uh, here we are? Tadaaa *cracks a nervous smile*
Blake: *lets out a laugh* Wow. So how drunk was I last night?
Mike: *raises his eyebrows* WELL…you did tell me you loved me
Blake: Oh my god…I’m so sorry. God was I embarrassing or what?
Mike: Nah its fine. You kept me entertained
Blake: Oh god—what did I do?
Mike: Nothing, nothing! Relax *chuckles softly*
Blake: *rubs her hands down her face*
Mike: *sits up a little startled* Hey, you aren’t one of those pukey kind of drunks, are ya? *holds his hands up protectively*
Blake: *sits up & pulls her legs up close to her chest* I’m okay, no worries *squints her eys & points at her tank top he’s wearing* Are you wearing my shirt?
Mike: *looks down at her shirt on him* Oh right; you gave it to me because someone stole my clothes…but I don’t need it anymore though I guess. Here *pulls off the shirt & holds it out for her*
Blake: *looks at his body* Thanks… *slowly takes the shirt from his hand with her fingers carefully*
Mike: *notices her staring at him & he scratches the back of his neck nervously* SO, that was a crazy party of yours…
Blake: *throws the shirt over towards her hamper* It sucked
Mike: What? No way
Blake: Uh, yeah *pauses for a moment then looks at him* You were like…the only good part of it all *smiles at him for a second*
Mike: *looks back at her* Oh no…you’re not gonna tell me that you love me again, are you?
Blake: Ugh, shut uuup *pushes him teasingly & he almost falls off her bed* Oh my god! *covers her mouth with her hands*
Mike: *catches himself from falling & gives her a bemused look* You just tried to kill me!
Blake: *covers her face embarrassed & laughs*
Mike: *looks at her* We’re a weird pair, but I’m glad we’re sorta friends now
Blake: *pulls her face out of her hands* Are you kidding me right now?
Mike: AH, what? What’d I do?
Blake: Friends don’t SLEEP together!
Mike: WHOA, whoa, but I didn’t—we didn’t do anything!?
Blake: Well it’s obvious you wouldn’t have
Mike: *slaps his hand over his face*
Blake: Listen Mikey, I like you. Don’t you get that by now? I mean like hellooo, I told you that I loved you last night
Mike: I think you’re hangover is going a bit into overdrive—these feelings you have are just the alcohol still talking
Blake: Don’t tell me what I feel
Mike: Okay… *scratches the back of his tense neck*
Blake: *gives him a sad look* Don’cha like me back?
Mike: *lets out a nervous laugh* Yeah, I like you. But I uh…*looks at her sad eyes* I’m sorry. This is getting a little too weird for me. I should…I should go *stands up off her bed*
Blake: Yes you should. This was a mistake. So just…go *points at her doorway*
Mike: Alright. You don’t need to be so melodramatic
Blake: Don’t you call me big words that I don’t understand!
Mike: *rolls his eyes* I’m going now
Blake: Fine
Mike: Fine *leaves out her door annoyed*
Michael passes Blake’s sister in the hall but she grabs his arm to stop him…
Robyn: Hey, what’s all the yelling about; did you not use protection or something?
Mike: We didn’t do anything
Robyn: Huh?
Mike: I gotta get home
Robyn: Yeah okay—but I’m watching you, pal
Mike: You got nothing to worry about, trust me *gives her a meaningful look then leaves out the front door*
Robyn: *folds her arms* Hm. Wonder what Blake’s doing with a guy like that? *shrugs & goes to check on Blake*
Michael drives home & gets back a little after 12 in the afternoon. He walks into the kitchen & sees his Dad & sister eating lunch. Michael gives them both a guilty look...
Dad: How was your party? *takes a bite out of his sandwich*
Michael: Kind of sucked. Sorry I came home so…late?
Dad: It’s alright son, as long as you’re okay that all that matters *smiles & takes another bite out of his sandwich*
Michael: *stares at his Dad* It’s alright? *gives his Dad a confused look* Any other parent would be throwing a fit, but here you are just saying it’s “alright” and eating your sandwich all nonchalantly? It’s not alright. What if I got hurt? Or made a mistake? What would you say THEN?
Dad: *widens his eyes at Michael* I think you should go to your room
Michael: *scoffs & says sheepishly* Good idea *leaves the kitchen heated*
Michael closes his bedroom door & lies on his bed frustrated. He calls Nellie on his cell phone…
Mike: Hey Nells
Nellie: Hey Mikey—oh you’re voice sounds off…what’s going on?
Mike: My Dad and I just had a small fight. That’s not the big issue here. I’m having some…girl problems…
Nellie: Is it that time of the month already?
Mike: *chuckles* Nells I’m seeerious! But I needed that laugh, so thanks *sighs*
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Nellie: Welcome. Okay, tell me already! What’s going on?
Mike: It’s Blake
Nellie: Whaaat about her?
Mike: She kind of does have a thing for me
Nellie: Do you have a thing for her?
Mike: Of course not. She’s her while I’m me…*pauses for a brief moment* If we ever got together that would be like breaking the laws of physics or something
Nellie: Yeah I wouldn’t even know what to call that
Mike: Exactly! Why do I feel so weird about it?
Nellie: Just tell me what went down between you two and I’ll try to help
Mike: Well, for starters, I told her I didn’t like her in that way—and she got really pissed. And don’t think we’ll be friends anymore…
Nellie: *covers her face with her hand* Mike. The friend card, seriously? That what every girl doesn’t want to hear
Mike: Now ya tell me
Nellie: God you’re really clueless when it comes to this stuff
Mike: NEEELLS, I feel bad enough, I don’t need you baggin’ on me now
Nellie: Sorry, sorry. You think I should tell Charlie about this or…?
Mike: OH I’m sure he’d looove to here about it
Nellie: It will probably be the highlight of his day, really
Mike: *sighs & pauses for a second* Okay Nells. So I might have left out a tiny little detail about last night
Nellie: What…? You guys didn’t kiss, did you?
Mike: What? No. I just sort of…fell asleep with her…on her bed
Nellie: Whoa, you did what now?
Mike: I just woke up the next morning…and there she was…and me
Nellie: Oh my god *puts her hand to her face*
Mike: I KNOW
Nellie: Just…talk to her tomorrow at school. See what’s happening between you two
Mike: There’s nothing “happening” between us. Why does everyone keep thinkin’ that…?
Nellie: Well good
Mike: Huh?
Nellie: *clears her throat awkwardly* What?
Mike: Ugh, I feel tired from all this. I’ll talk more with you guys tomorrow
Nellie: Okay, bye!
Mike: Bye *hangs up & rubs the back of his neck, irritated*
Bailee: Michael?
Mike: What Bay?
Bailee: Are you okay?
Mike: Yeah, I’ll be fine
Bailee: *hesitates before talking* I think Dad’s sad
Mike: I really don’t know what he is these days *rubs his face with his hands*
Bailee: *walks over to Mike* You think Dad’s gonna be okay? *sits next to him on his bed*
Mike: I dunno, it’s still been hard for him since Mom left. And that was more than two years ago…
Bailee: I miss her
Mike: *sighs* Bay, Mom…
Bailee: *looks at him sadly*
Mike: *gives her a long look* She’s just not coming back. And Dad just needs to move on already. He’s been acting like The Walking Dead for what seems like forever
Bailee: But it’s not HIS fault he’s alone!
Mike: Bailee—
Bailee: *stands up* Mom obviously pushed Dad away and since she’s left, that’s all you’ve been doing to him. You’re sucha an insensitive jerk sometimes, you know that? *walks out of his room & slams his door loudly behind her*
Mike: *looks down at his feet, feeling guilty* I think she’s right… *thinks about Blake again*
Ch. 7
Monday morning, at school…
Michael walks down the busy hall, alone, fighting to keep his eyes open from the lack of sleep & a rough weekend. Him and Blake haven’t spoken since the party night. His friends find him wondering in the hall…
Charlie: *walks up next to Mike* Yooo Mikey, you okay?
Mike: Well, I’m exhausted as hell *shakes his head*
Nellie: *walks on the other side of Mike & nudges his shoulder* Are you going to talk to Blake today?
Mike: *rubs his eye* It’s currently at the bottom of my “to-do” list
Charlie: *lowers his voice* I still can’t believe you slept with her
Mike: Okay technically we didn’t sleep together
Nellie: *looks at Charlie seriously* He didn’t
Charlie: Oh whatever, I just want to know all the juicy details. Which doesn’t concern you *smirks at Nellie*
Nellie: *sticks her tongue out at Charlie*
Mike: *groans*
Nellie: Somethin’ else botherin’ you?
Mike: You don’t wanna know
Nellie: *puts her arm around his neck* If you wanna talk I’m here
Charlie: *butts his head in* YEAH me too!
Mike: *laughs* Thanks guys
Later…
In Michael’s math class: Mrs. Banks walks around supervising the room while her students work on a worksheet she handed out to them all. Michael feels the tension between him & Blake when Mrs. Banks stops walking & stands next to Blake’s desk…
Mrs. B.: Blake I must say that the tutoring really has paid off. Your grades are going up, up, up
Blake: That’s awesome *smiles through gritted teeth*
Mrs. B.: *puts her hand on Michael’s shoulder* Great job
Michael: Uh thanks
Blake: *her eyes linger over to Michael*
Mrs. B.: Keep up the good work you two *smiles then walks back to her desk at the front of the room*
Trace: *leans over to her desk* What’s she talkin’ bout?
Blake: Nothing *tries to avoid eye contact with Mike*
Later, when the bell rings for the end of class, Blake walks over to Mrs. Banks. Michael eavesdrops & slowly packs up his belongings into his backpack...
Blake: Mrs. Banks? I don’t think I’ll need the tutoring anymore. I totally understand what we’re learning now
Mrs. B.: *gives her a skeptical look* You do now?
Blake: Yeah, totes
Mrs. B.: *raises an eyebrow at Blake* Michael?
Mike: *throws his backpack on & walks over to Mrs. Banks desk*
Mrs. B.: Are you alright with this? Do you think she understands the material more clearly now?
Mike: *raises his eyebrows & walks over to them* Uuuh yeah. I think she’ll do great *gives them a forceful smile*
Blake: *anxiously plays with her bracelets while avoiding eye contact with Mike*
Mrs. B.: *grins* Well if you say so. Then great it is! Alright enough of the
chitter-chatter. Off to your next class, gogo *waves them away*
Blake: Thanks Mrs. B. *walks out of the room without acknowledging Mike*
Mike: *walks slowly behind her & doesn’t say a word*
At lunch, Michael walks over to Blake’s table with his lunch tray. He eyeballs her friends’ Miley & Emily sitting with her…
Mike: So after everything I did for you, you’re gonna treat me like this?
Blake: Oh don’t be so melodramatic
Mike: *raises his eyebrows at her using his vocab word* Why are you being—?
Miley: HEY, didn’t we tell you?
Emily: She’s not interested. So beat it
Mike: Okay, why do you two keep saying that?
Blake: *laughs nervously* Please just leave, Mike
Mike: *stares at her then lets out a short laugh* Wow *shakes his head & turns around to leave but gets his lunch tray smashed onto his chest by Trace*
Trace: WHOOPS! Sorry there bud! You need some help cleanin’ that up? *laughs loudly & some people nearby laugh with him*
Mike: *opens then closes his mouth quickly*
Trace: That’s what I thought. Now scurry off like the nice ladies asked you to *sits next to Blake*
Michael leaves his tray on the floor for them to deal with & walks over to his friends’ table. He wipes off his chest where the food spilled…
Charlie: WHAT…was all that about?
Mike: Oh nothing—just me realizing it’s probably safer to speak to Blake when she’s alone
Nellie: *picks some lettuce off his shoulder then rests her hand on it* She’s not worth it anyway
Mike: People are nuts
Charlie: Tell me bout it *takes a big bite out of his sandwich & raises his eyebrows at Nellie*
Nellie: *gives Charlie a little glare*
Michael finally arrives home from school and walks past the living room where his Dad is watching the T.V. then he walks straight upstairs to his room.
During dinner time, it’s still hard for Michael to look his Dad in the eyes, and Bailee glares at him while chewing her food attentively. After dinner Michael goes up to his room to be alone but ends up falling asleep from his mentally exhausting day
Ch. 8
A week later: Friday...
Blake & Michael have been avoiding interacting with each other & Michael still hasn’t made any type of amends with his Dad. Graduation is getting closer & Prom’s just around the corner. Michael sits down at his lunch table with his friends…
Nellie: Want my pudding? *grins*
Mike: Neh
Charlie: PSH, I’ll take it
Nellie: *slides it over to Charlie* It’s all yours
Charlie: *takes a couple bites of the pudding* So Prom’s coming up. Any ideas on who I should bring?
Nellie: Your sister *smiles brightly*
Charlie: Ha, ha *frowns at her* And who are you gonna bring? *raises his eyebrows all flirty at Michael*
Mike: *moving his fork around in his salad, not paying much attention to them*
Nellie: *clears her throat* I’m not sure yet *widens her eyes & gives Charlie an annoyed look*
Charlie: *nudges Michael’s arm* How bout you bro?
Mike: *looks up at them* Huh?
Charlie: Prom! What’s up?
Mike: I don’t know if I even want to go
Nellie: Aw but you have to! It won’t be any fun without you *smiles*
Mike: That’s nice to hear…but I think I might pass
Charlie: Oh come on, man. We can get our party on! *dances in his seat*
Mike: *laughs* I’ll think about it, kay?
Charlie: Woohoo! He’ll think about it! That’s close to a YES!
Just then, Blake walks by Michael & his friends laughing loudly with Trace next to her; she looks right at Michael & slows her laughter down, then continues to talk to Trace.
Mike: Okay she’s really starting to piss me off
Charlie: Yeah but she’s got it going on, that girl *checks out Blake’s butt*
Nellie: *shakes her head at Charlie then faces Michael* SO, about Prom…
Mike: Hey, I’m gonna get some more napkins, be right back *gets up & leaves the table*
Charlie: *laughs at Nellie*
Nellie: *pushes his shoulder*
After school at Michael’s house; Michael walks into his house & hears a guitar sound. He follows the sound up to his bedroom & sees his Dad playing the guitar…
Mike: Dad?
Dad: *stops playing abruptly* OH. Hey. Sorry. I was just…
Mike: No, it’s fine *drops his backpack on his floor & walks over to his Dad* What were you playing?
Dad: A song I wrote a while back
Mike: It sounded nice
Dad: Thanks. Here *hands the guitar to Michael* All yours now
Mike: *holds the guitar & looks at his dad*
Dad: *scratches his neck awkwardly* Been a while since I’ve played, huh?
Mike: Quite
Dad: *scratches his ear* I hear you playing, too. You sound real good
Mike: Thanks. I learn from the best *smiles at his Dad weakly* Hey Dad?
Dad: Yes son?
Mike: I’m really sorry for yelling at you like that last week…
Dad: It’s fine. I’m—
Mike: NO, it’s NOT *puts his hand to his head* I was way out of line
Dad: Frankly, I’ve been the one “out of line” these days. What you were yelling—saying was true *folds his arms & sighs*
Mike: Well, I just didn’t mean for it to come out—the way it did
Dad: I know. And it’s okay *pats Mike’s back*
Mike: *gives his dad a sad look* But are you okay? Do you need some help in anyway?
Dad: *looks at Mike for a second* I’m just…trying to figure everything out
Mike: Are you sad? Cause Bailee thinks you’ve been sad
Dad: Of course I’m sad. But when I played that guitar just now, I’ve never felt so…happy
Mike: *looks down at the guitar in his hands* You know, this is the longest conversation we’ve had in over a year or two
Dad: I know. I guess I have been a little sad like your sister was saying. And distant. But maybe I just needed to be reminded that life goes on and that there’s people still here to support me along the way *puts his hand on Michael’s shoulder & shakes it a little*
Mike: I’m glad you’re starting to feel that way now
Dad: *smiles & pats Michael on the arm*
Mike: *hugs his dad*
Dad: *puts his hand on top of Michael’s head*
Mike: Hey Dad?
Dad: Yes son?
Mike: You know that I love you, right?
Dad: Of course. Back atcha kiddo *continues to hug his son*
Later…
Michael’s playing the guitar on his bed when someone interrupts…
Nellie: Knock, knock *standing by his doorway*
Mike: *looks up & smiles* Nells? Hey
Nel: Hi. Sounding good there
Mike: *smiles* Thanks. Whatcha doin here?
Nel: I uh, wanted to talk to you about something *sits next to him on the edge of his bed*
Mike: *rests his guitar on the floor* Go ahead. Shoot
Nel: Well, so, you know how we were talking about Prom at lunch?
Mike: Yeah, what about it?
Nel: *gives him a wary look* Well, I was wondering…
Mike: Yeah?
Nel: Would you…like to go with me? I mean, cause we both don’t have dates and we think it’s pretty lame and all and I know you weren’t really planning on going but maybe if we went together—okay you’re turn! Please say something? *covers her mouth*
Mike: *gives her a smirk* You know what, let’s do it *smiles at her*
Nel: Really? *grins*
Mike: Why wouldn’t I go with you Nells? *pats her knee with his hand*
Nel: *looks down at his hand on her knee* Um, well for starters. We’re really good friends and I wouldn’t want to make anything between us…awkward
Mike: *chuckles* Things are already awkward when we’re together. You’ve always been there for me, so I’m here for you. SO, as your best friend, I say yes we should go to Prom together! *smiles excitedly*
Nel: Great! *anxiously stares at him for a minute*
Mike: What? What’s wrong?
Nel: *laughs a little* Nothing’s wrong
Mike: Nells. You know you can tell me anything
Nel: Alright *turns her body more towards him* Have you ever liked someone sooo much, but you couldn’t tell them because it might end up in disaster?
Mike: *taken back* Uh, maybe
Nel: Cause I’m having that problem
Mike: Well do they like you back?
Nel: I don’t know really. It seems like they’ve just friend zoned me. Like nothing romantic could happen…
Mike: *grabs her leg gently & shakes it a couple times* Just tell them how you feel, simple as that
Nel: *slowly puts her hand on top of his* Mikey…I really like you
Mike: *widens his eyes* OH…?
Nel: Oh my god *takes her hand off his hand & looks away from him* Never mind!
Mike: Nells *looks at her sadly*
Michael notices how hurt she is, so he puts his hand under her chin & turns her head to face him. He scoots closer to her on the edge of the bed…
Nel: *hides her tears & sniffs*
Mike: *takes his hand off her chin & positions himself to face her more* I just…wanna try something…something that I’ve been too scared to try…
Nel: *gives him a funny look*
Michael waits a couple seconds then leans in to kiss her softly on the lips. He slowly pulls his lips apart from hers & laughs. Nellie laughs back...
Mike: I haven’t completely “friend zoned” you
Nel: *laughs & pulls a strand of her hair behind her ear*
Bailee: *opens his door* Michael, do you—oh hi Nellie
Nel: Heya *fixes her hair*
Mike: Bailee *says through clenched teeth* What-is-it?
Bailee: I just—I wanted—I’ll come back later *closes his door behind her*
Mike: *rolls his eyes* Sorry bout that
Nel: It’s kay *stares at him* Sooo…what are we doing here?
Mike: I’m not sure *smirks* You think Charlie would freak if he found out we kissed?
Nel: Oh I’m pretty sure he’d applaud me
Mike: *widens his eyes* Whaaat?
Nel: *sighs* I’ve liked you for a while Mike. But I wasn’t sure if I should make a move or if you were interested in someone else—
Mike: *leans in to kiss her again then pulls his lips apart from hers* Sorry… *laughs nervously*
Nel: *blushes* I should probably get home now. Told my parents I’d be back around ten
Mike: Whaaaat, but it’s like only…*looks at his watch* Okay almost ten
Nel: *laughs & stands up* Bye Mikey
Mike: *rubs the back of his neck & chuckles* See ya
Nel: We’ll talk more tomorrow *winks at him* See ya *walks out his door*
Mike: Later *he falls back onto his bed, letting out a big sigh, and a big grin on his face*
Ch. 9
A couple weeks pass by; Wednesday, at school…
Michael meets up with Charlie & Nellie in the hall & they walk together…
Charlie: SO…are you two…going out or what?
Nellie: Charlie
Charlie: Hey, I’m just trying to figure out what all of “this” is about *waves his hands around them*
Mike: I don’t…really know, but I like it *smiles at Nellie*
Nellie: *smirks at him* It’s fun though—whatever we’re doing
Charlie: Uh huh *nods his head at them then shakes his head* Oh this is still too weird for me *laughs* I’m off to class! Later!
Mike: *chuckles* Bye! Hey, we should probably get to class now, right?
Nellie: I guess!
Mike: *grabs her hand & pulls her in for a sweet kiss* Okay. Now we can go
Nellie: *laughs* See ya
Michael walks into his math class and makes it just in time for the bell to ring. He sits in his seat that’s still assigned next to Blake. She’s been giving him weird looks for the past couple weeks, but he doesn’t know what to make of it. Mrs. Banks hands out everyone’s most recently taken pop quiz…
Blake: *looks at her grade then sighs & puts her finger to her temple*
Mrs. B.: *leans over & whispers* Its okay, you can make it up if you’d like
Blake: *says unhappily* Yeah, right
Mrs B.: *hands Michael his test* Great job, Michael
Mike: *grins at his teacher & looks at his A+*
Mrs. B.: *continues to pass out the pop quizzes*
Blake: *scoffs at Michael*
Mike: You say something? *tries to hide a small smile*
Blake: *gives him a glare*
Mike: *lets out a long sigh* So you’re failing Math again?
Blake: *lets out a sniff* No. I just…did poorly on a test. I can make it up though and then it’ll all be good again *gives him a concerned look*
Mike: *looks down at his desk & clears his throat*
Blake: Okay we both know I’m lying
Mike: *gives her an annoyed look*
Blake: *leans closer to him & whispers* Can you help tutor me again?
Mike: *whispers back* Why are you whispering?
Blake: Because, ME, plus you, equals possible social suicide. And I don’t have time to deal with all that right now
Mike: Okay soften the dramatics
Blake: *whines* Michael…pleeease?
Mike: W-what was that? I couldn’t hear you *cups his hand around his ear*
Blake: *slaps his arm*
Mike: Ow *laughs*
Blake: *whispers even softer* Can you help me today after school, at my house?
Mike: Okay fine
Blake: Hey, keep it down
Mike: *lowers his voice* RIGHT, I forgot that we’re communicating through whispers
Blake: Don’t mock me
Mike: *gives her a sassy look*
Blake: *gives him a non-amused look* Stop looking at me like that
Mike: *laughs at her discomfort*
After school…
Michael drives Blake & himself to her house for their tutoring session. After a couple hours they take a break & are sitting on her bed joking around…
Blake: *taps his leg* I missed hanging out with you *smiles at him*
Mike: *nods his head in agreement* Sorry I didn’t talk to you…for a while…
Blake: No I’M sorry. After all I was the one who yelled at you *gives him a quick look* So you’re forgiven
Mike: Psh, well then, I forgive you *gives her a sassy look*
Blake: *laughs then plays with her hair*
Mike: *draws randomly on her paper that’s resting on top of a book*
Blake: That’s cute
Mike: It’s terrible *continues to draw anyways*
Blake: *lets out a little laugh then gives him a curious look* Hey so…what’s up with you and Nellie?
Mike: *stops drawing & looks up at her*
Blake: *shrugs* Just curious
Mike: Well, we’re not quite sure what we’re doing. But it’s nice
Blake: That’s…nice *grinds her teeth together*
Mike: You think?
Blake: *shrugs* Sure
Mike: *stares at her for a second* What?
Blake: It’s just… I thought we had something going, and then you totally shut me down
Mike: Oh no this again? *rubs his hand down his face*
Blake: Well, we can’t just not talk about it
Mike: *nods his head agreeing* Okay, true. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. I didn’t mean to. It’s just that MY feelings are…different than yours
Blake: Oh?
Mike: *looks at her sad blue eyes* Damnit Blake
Blake: *says sheepishly* I can’t help how I feel
Mike: *looks at her carefully* I’m flattered, really. I’m not mad. I think your crush is…sweet
Blake: *stares at him for a second* And that’s all?
Mike: *gives her a tired look* Y-yes. And if I recall, this problem is how we stopped talking in the first place…
Blake: *raises her hands in surrender* Okay, okay! I’m done. I mean…if you think about it…in what crazy world would we actually date?
Mike: A pretty girl like you date a weird nerdy guy like me?
Blake: You think I’m pretty?
Mike: You don’t think you’re pretty?
Blake: On my good days, sure
Mike: I don’t believe you
Blake: There’s prettier girls than me
Mike: Hey, shush. I don’t want to hear that negative talk. YES, YOU’RE PRETTY. End-of
Blake: *smiles at him*
Mike: *gives her a small smile* Now, you ready to get back to some Math stuff?
Blake: Well after that pep talk how can I not?!
Mike: That’s the spirit! *playfully punches her shoulder then scoots over to her to get a closer look at her Math work*
Blake: *watches him & smiles*
Mike: *feels her stare* What?
Blake: You’re cute when you’re super focused
Mike: I’m CUTE? I thought I was WEIRD-NERDY guy
Blake: You can be all THREE
Mike: Okay fine I accept *smiles at her then gives her a second look then goes back to focusing on her paper*
Ch. 10
A couple days later it’s Friday night; also, Prom night…
Michael & Nellie have Charlie be their third date for Prom since he couldn’t find the “perfect” date he was looking for. Michael’s Dad takes picture of them all together. Mike’s sister, Bailee is crushing on Charlie so their dad takes a picture of her with Charlie. After they take a few pictures, they decide to take off. Charlie drives Michael & Nellie in his car to the Prom.
When they arrive at the Drake Hotel, there are pretty lights lit up in the front of the building and they see their other classmates entering the building for Prom…
Nellie: This is so exciting! *shakes Michael’s arm*
Mike: *smiles at her excitement*
Charlie: Well what are we waiting for? *laughs & runs for the building while Mike & Nellie try to catch up to him*
The room for Prom is beautifully lit with fairy lights decorated all around. Charlie mingles around the place while Michael & Nellie make their way to the dance floor. After a few songs, they sit at a table together…
Michael: *looks over at the buffet table feeling tempted* Okay, now I’m starving! You want anything to eat, drink?
Nellie: I’d love some hopefully non-spiked punch, please
Mike: *smiles* I’ll try my best *kisses her cheek & walks over to the buffet*
Michael grabs a paper plate & gathers a bunch of different treats on it. He was so distracted by all the colorful food that he almost forgot about Nellie’s drink. When he reaches for a cup, his plate almost falls over—luckily, someone was there to help him…
Blake: Whoa there! *saves his plate from fully tipping over*
Mike: *looks up* Blake, hey. Uh thanks
Blake: No probs. And did you really think you could carry all this AND a drink?
Mike: Hey give me some credit! I’m like surperman *gives her a funny look & raises his eyebrows*
Blake: *rolls her eyes & grins* Shut uuup *playfully hits his arm, almost spilling his plate*
Mike: AH!
Blake: Sorry! Sorry. Here let me fill your cup up for you
Mike: Punch please
Blake: *takes the cup from his hand & fills it up* There ya go *hands his cup back to him*
Mike: It isn’t spiked, right?
Blake: *tilts her head at him* Well I’m obviously trying to get you drunk tonight
Mike: I knew it! *gives her a teasing look*
Blake: *rolls her eyes at him & gives him a sassy look*
Mike: Hey, well, thanks for this *lifts his cup towards her* I’ll see you later, maybe? *starts to walk away*
Blake: *tries to hide her disappointment* Yeah sure
Mike: *gives her a small smile then continues to walk over to his table with Nellie*
Blake sees him sit with Nellie, and her heart hurts seeing them together. Trace comes up from behind her as she’s staring at Michael…
Trace: *sees where she’s looking* You want me to kick his ass?
Blake: *gives him an irritated look* Trace, chill. Let’s do some dancing *grabs his arm & drags him onto the dance floor*
Later, Charlie finds where Michael & Nellie are sitting & joins them. They all joke around for a bit, but Michael keeps sneaking peeks at Blake’s table—which is diagonal from theirs—noticing how unhappy she looks. Another slow dance song comes on. Michael turns to Nellie…
Mike: Would you be mad if I danced with someone?
Nellie: Depends on what your intentions are with them *gives him a witty look*
Mike: *says slowly* Very…good intentions?
Nellie: *laughs* I’m kidding. Go *rubs his shoulder*
Mike: *stands up* Thanks! I’ll be back *walks away from his table*
Charlie: Okay, you have fun you crazy cat, you!
Michael anxiously walks over to Blake’s table…
Mike: *stutters* H-Hey Blake…you wanna dance?
Blake: *a big grin lights up her face* Yeah sure
Miley: *grabs Blake’s arm* You’re not serious right now, are you?
Blake: Scuse me? *gives Miley an annoyed look*
Miley: *holds her hands up surrendering* Oh okay!
Trace: *nods up at Mike* Sup bud
Mike: Just stealing your date for a sec. Hope you don’t mind, bud *winks at Trace*
Trace: *gives Mike a dirty look*
Michael takes Blake’s hand—ignoring her friends—& brings her over to the dance floor. She wraps her arms around his neck while he slowly rests his hands on her waist…
Mike: So you don’t care if people are staring at us while we dance?
Blake: *gives him a sweet look* What people?
Mike: *chuckles a little & looks down at their feet*
Blake: But really, why’d you ask me to dance?
Mike: You looked upset
Blake: Oh? *avoids eye contact*
Mike: Pfft, hell, I’d be upset too if I came here with Trace
Blake: *lets out a little laugh & looks down at the floor*
Mike: *gives her a caring look* So why’d you come here with him in the first place?
Blake: Why so curious?
Mike: Yeah I am actually
Blake: *shrugs* Well I didn’t want to come alone
Mike: So why are you sad now?
Blake: I’m not sad
Mike: Lies
Blake: *shakes her head*
Mike: *looks at her closer* Anything I can do?
Blake: Just keep dancing with me *puts her head on his shoulder*
Mike: *says softly* Okay *holds her close*
Blake: *closes her eyes & holds in her tears*
The music changes from soft to upbeat & Michael & Blake pull apart from their closeness. Michael looks at her eyes closely...
Mike: *gives her a kind look* If your make up was running, that’d be something you’d want to know, right?
Blake: Shut up *laughs a little & wipes her eyes* Thanks for the dance
Mike: Yeah, no problem… *gives her a slow look* Are you alright?
Blake: *waves her hand* Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry. We should probably get back to our dates
Mike: Yes our dates, right! *puts his hands in his pants pockets & sees her sad face* Hey, chin up, kid
Blake: *gives him a weak smile & walks back to her table*
Michael sits back down with Charlie while Nellie is in the bathroom. Charlie stares at Michael all wide-eyed…
Mike: *looks around the room then at Charlie* What?
Charlie: *lets out a little laugh* DUUUDE, what’s up with you and Blake?
Mike: Nothing…
Charlie: HA. That didn’t look like NOTHING
Mike: *scratches the back if his head* I dunno. It’s sort of complicated with her
Charlie: Oh it’s something alright
Nellie: *walks back to their table* Hey
Mike: *panics a little, then quickly folds his arms trying to act all calm* Heeey
Charlie: *mouths the words* Tell her *points at Michael then stands up & leaves them to talk*
Nellie: You have a nice dance with Blake?
Mike: Uh yeah. You’re okay with us dancing?
Nellie: Well yeah, it’s just a dance, right?
Mike: Yep, that’s right. Just a dance
Nellie: *says abruptly* Actually, I’m feeling kind of tired. Can you bring me home?
Mike: Uh yeah sure thing. I’ll go find Charlie—
Nellie: Hey Mikey?
Mike: Yeah?
Nellie: Thanks for being my date tonight
Mike: No problem, Nells *smiles & gives her a kiss on the cheek, then goes off to look for Charlie*
Nellie: *rests her hand on her cheek & frowns a little*
Ch. 11
Tuesday at school; there are only a few days left of school until graduation…
Michael walks into his math class & sees Blake standing by her friend’s desks talking to them all. Michael places his backpack down, which makes Blake whip her head around…
Blake: Ooo, Michael! LOOK, look! *holds out a piece of paper which is her test* I aced it!
Mrs. B.: *grins at them*
Mike: *gives her a big smile* AH this is awesome! *tries to high-five her, but she immediately hugs him while jumping up & down*
Blake: I really couldn’t have done this without you. Like, I passed Math because of you!
Mike: *grins then he sees everyone looking at them, he whispers in her ear* I think social suicide is about to occur
Blake: Oh who cares! *pulls away from their hug quickly & looks at her friends* Hey guys, Michael’s been tutoring me for the last couple months. Just so you all know, and LOOK *holds out her test paper in their faces* I got an A! Woohoo!
Mike: *laughs at her craziness*
Mrs. B.: *chuckles at Blake* Alright Blake. You think I can start class now?
Blake: OH, right! Sorry. Go right ahead *sits down calmly & gives Michael a sneaky smile*
Mike: *shakes his head & tries to contain his laughter*
After last period…
Michael sees Blake with her friends. He smiles at them then Blake motions for him to come over. He gives her an uncertain look & walks over...
Michael: What’s…up?
Miley: Oh my god. When will you leave her alone?
Em: Sucha stalker
Miley: Like it was bad enough at Prom—
Blake: You guys, quit it, that’s so old news, god
Mike: Stalker? *lets out a short laugh* What’re they talkin’ bout?
Blake: Nothing, nothing *waves her hand carelessly*
Em: You’re stalker crush on Blake, duh
Miley: *hits Emily’s side* She said that’s old news now
Em: Oooh
Mike: Huh? *gives Blake a little look*
Blake: *gives him an anxious look* UH, it’s nothing, really. Just some dumb thing I said a while ago, but anyway *glares at her friends*
Mike: Oooh *nods his head* It was a cover—because we were—got it. Got it…
Blake: Okay maybe, but it’s old news now
Mike: Is it? *gives her an unsure look*
Blake: Mike…
Mike: Hey, when you want to really be my friend, let me know *shakes his head & looks at her friends* And you two really believed I had some stalker crush on her? Who believes crap like that?
Blake: *stares at him unsure what to do*
Mike: *shakes his head again* See ya *walks away from them all*
Em: Thank god he’s gone
Blake: *gives Emily a slow glare*
Later at his house, Michael decides to pick up his guitar after a while of not playing; he sits cross-legged on his bed while playing…
Bailee: *peeks her head in his room* That sounds nice
Mike: *looks at his sister tiredly* Thanks
Bailee: *walks into his room* You okay? You were super quiet at dinner…
Mike: *sighs* It’s been a long day
Bailee: *sits next to him on his bed* What ever happened to Blake? She’s really pretty
Mike: *gives her a little smile* Uh yeah, I’m not so sure about her and I
Bailee: But you two were like the cutest couple
Mike: Uh…we weren’t…a couple
Bailee: Really? Could’ve fooled me
Mike: You’re crazy thinking
Bailee: No you crazy *nudges his arm* So what’cha playin’ there?
Mike: This song I’ve been writing
Dad: *pops into Mike’s room overhearing them* Maybe I could help you write the rest?
Mike: *gives his Dad a surprised look* You would?
Dad: Sure thing, bud *grins*
Mike: Hey, you know I love you guys
Dad: We love you too *pats Mike’s arm*
Bailee: It’s true
Mike: Oh really? *tickles her stomach*
Bailee: Aaah, stop it
Dad: *also tickles her*
Bailee: *laughs really hard* Stop it you guys!
Ch. 12
The day before graduation, Michael, Nellie, & Charlie walk around downtown while eating ice cream cones…
Charlie: *takes a big cold bite from his ice cream* DUDES, this is it. Tomorrow we officially graduate!
Mike: Woohoo! *high-fives Charlie then Nellie*
Charllie: Hold on, lemme find garbage for my cone *looks around*
Nellie: *pulls Michael closer to her* Hey uh, can I come over sometime tonight? I wanna talk to you about something
Mike: Uh…sure. Should I be afraid?
Nellie: Maybe *gives him a teasing look*
Mike: Why must you tease? *gives her a smirk*
Nellie: *raises her eyebrows at him & laughs*
Later, at Michael’s house…
Michael’s washing the dishes from dinner when the doorbell rings. He drops his dish in the sink, having a mini heart attack. He nervously walks over to open the door to see Nellie standing there. She says hi to his family then they go up to Mike’s room…
Nellie: You’ve been a little quite *sits on his bed* Everything okay?
Mike: *closes his door* No reason. Sooo…you wanted to talk to me about something? *sits next to her*
Nellie: Yeah *turns towards him & puts her hand on his leg*
Mike: *looks down at her hand with wide eyes & laughs nervously* Um listen, Nells, I’m not uh…
Nellie: You’re not…what? *gives him a confused look*
Mike: I haven’t…*points at her hand on his leg* I’m not ready…
Nellie: Spit it out!
Mike: I’m not ready for… *motion his hands at her, him, then at his bed*
Nellie: Wait, back it up a sec. Did you think I was…that WE were—?
Mike: We’re…not?
Nellie: Oh my god no. This isn’t about that *laughs & runs her hand through her hair awkwardly* I just wanted to talk to you! That’s all. I swear *chuckles*
Mike: Sorry. I kinda…freaked
Nellie: No, it’s fine
Mike: So uh, back to what you’re saying?
Nellie: *sighs* Okay well, I wanted to talk about Prom. And what happened with you and Blake…
Mike: Well yeah, I told you we danced…and talked
Nellie: Yeah. I saw. All of it
Mike: Oh, Charlie said you went to the bathroom…
Nellie: Yeah. “Bathroom”
Mike: Ooooh…
Nellie: Anyways, the point here is…*pauses for a second* I’m thinking maybe we should stay just friends
Mike: *gives her a confused look* We have been, well, sort of. Wait, how come you’re saying all this?
Nellie: I dunno. I guess I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with you. But the truth is…I think I like just being around you, but as friends. I guess my hormones were kicked in high gear for the past few years for some reason…but I really do value our friendship
Mike: *gives her a funny look* Are you friend zoning me now?
Nellie: *grins at him* Yeah, lil bit
Mike: Ouch
Nellie: *laughs* And if you wanna go out with Blake—I say go for it
Mike: Thanks—uh wait, whoa come again?
Nellie: What? Don’t you guys have a little somethin’-somethin’ goin’ on?
Mike: Um…no
Nellie: Well you two sure fooled me.
Mike: We’re just…we were just friends
Nellie: Uh oh, past tense. What happened?
Mike: Oh well you know, she’s still Blake. And I’m me. And when we’re together it’s like *imitates a plane plummeting to the ground then exploding*
Nellie: *chuckles* You never know unless you try *slaps his leg multiple times* Kinda like us. We tried. No harm in that
Mike: I dunno. With Blake it feels different. I just never wanted to go there with her…
Nellie: UH HUH. Yeah sure *shakes her head* You’re so oblivious when it comes to girls
Mike: *high-pitched voice* How so?
Nellie: You’re just so—frustrating. No wonder you’ve been driving that girl nuts
Mike: *gives her an annoyed look*
Nellie: *raises her hands in defense* Shutting up. I guess I’ll leave you and your thoughts so we can both get a good sleep tonight
Mike: Yeah don’t worry about me
Nellie: *kisses Mike’s cheek* See ya tomorrow *leaves his room*
Mike: Bye *lets out a big sign & falls backward onto his bed*
Ch. 13
The next day: Graduation…
After the Graduation ceremony, everyone hangs around outside the school and takes their pictures. Michael’s Dad and sister give him big hugs. Charlie’s parents hug him tightly. Nellie’s older sister Jamie hugs her close…
Dad: Hey, let me get a picture of the three of you *points at Nellie & Charlie*
Mike: Dad, haven’t you taken enough?
Dad: ONE MORE
Charlie: *laughs* One more time you guys! C’mon!
Nellie: Alright, alright
Charlie stands in the middle & puts each of his arms around Nellie & Michael’s necks & they smile big for the last picture. Blake walks over to them slowly & waits for them to finish taking pictures. Michael notices Blake and stares at her distractedly…
Nellie: *watches Mike & Blake staring at each other* Come on Char, I think I saw…*muffled her voice*…over there *pulls his arm*
Charlie: HUH?
Nellie: *yanks harder on Charlie’s arm & pulls him along while walking away*
Mike: *gives his friends a funny look*
Blake: *steps closer to him with a nervous smile* Hi
Mike: *clears his throat* Hi *gives her a small wave*
Blake: So…we graduated?
Mike: Hell yeah we did *gives her a big grin & points at the tassel on his hat*
Blake: *laughs & swats at his tassel*
Mike: Heeey *fixes his tassel & smiles at her, then looks down at his feet awkwardly*
Blake: Listen, I’m sorry for driving you crazy for so long. But you should know by now, if you’re going to be a involved with my life—DRAMA is a big part of the package
Mike: *looks up at her* I guess I forgot to read the warning label. Or maybe I just ignored it on purpose *gives her a little grin*
Blake: *smiles back at him* Well, too late to go back now
Mike: *his smile gets bigger*
Blake: *looks over at Nellie anxiously*
Mike: *notices her staring* Hey uh…Nellie and I are just friends now. Thought that’s something I should…tell you
Blake: Oh…well thanks for sharing *says nervously* Can we be friends again?
Mike: I thought we already were? *gives her a clever grin*
Blake looks at him happily & gives him a big hug. She fixes his red collar popping out from under his graduation gown. They stare at each other for a moment then Mike’s sister interrupts…
Bailee: *skips over to them* Hey you two! SMILE! *holds up her Dad’s camera*
*They position themselves; Michael wraps his arm around her waist. Blake wraps both her arms around his neck…*
Bailee: Say cheese!
Michael: Swiss!
Bailee: Yuck
Michael: She hates when I say that
Blake laughs at him then quickly leans over & kisses his cheek. Michael closes his eyes & laughs for the picture…
Bailee: Aw cuuute! Thanks for the pic *walks over to her Dad to look at the pictures together*
Mike: *notices his heart beating faster & turns to Blake* Hey uh, you forgot to read my warning label
Blake: Oh, and what’s that?
Mike takes her hand & pulls her to a more private wooded area away from the crowds. They stand in front of each other again. Blake laughs & plays with his tassel on his graduation hat…
Blake: You’re being silly
Mike: *stares at her for a second*
Blake: What? *smiles at him*
Mike: Hold on *takes off his glasses & puts them on her face* Ah. Much better
Blake: Is this some twisted fantasy of yours? *wiggles her eyebrows at him*
Mike: *says sarcastically* Oh yeah totally *let’s out a nervous laugh & tilts his head to look at her*
Blake: Well I guess now I’m the brains and you’re the beauty
Mike: Oh no way *looks at her fondly* You’ve always been the beauty, Blake
Blake: *gives him a more serious look & steps closer to him* If you don’t kiss me Michael…I will walk away with your vision on my face *gives him a sassy look*
Mike laughs at her then wraps his arm around her waist & pulls her in close for a long slow kiss & uses his other hand to prop up her chin while they kiss. Blake gently grabs the back of his head. Both their graduation hats fall off in the process but they don’t seem to mind. They slowly pull apart from their kiss…
Mike: So uh…still friends?
Blake playfully pushes his chest with her hand while Mike laughs. They intertwine their fingers together then they kiss some more…
THE END