Micah has always been an asocial guy. He hasn't had any friends over at his house since middle school. He is a total shut-in, but that doesn't bother him. He would have been leveled with the foundation if he took the harsh words at heart, but his level of self-awareness saved him from bullying that would result in otherwise traumatic damage.

"I got to go to school now, see you later mom!" Micah waved as he closed the door after him, his eyes travelling around the pathway and the vegetation around it as he walked to school with lofty steps in front of him.

"Yo, Micah!" The young man greeted Micah with a smile stretching from the very ends of his face, laying his arm over his shoulders.

Micah remained silent before he spoke with a raspy voice, "Let go of me."

"What?" He tightens the grip he has on Micah's neck, "aren't we friends?"

"You've never talked with me ever since I got transferred here, and my mom told me to not hang around with gang members. It's also weird that you're in this area, you live like on the opposite side of town."

"Tch! Gang members, huh? I guess you're not a smart-ass for no reason, Mike!"

"It's Micah - let go."

"Fine fine, Mikey~"

"By the way, your breath reeks of cheap alcohol. You should really go to the bathroom before our first class starts."

"Wh- really?" He cups his hands close to his mouth and breathes in and out to smell his breath, "I didn't even notice it, thanks Micah!"

They continued walking for a while until they started seeing the roof of the school as they walked up the hill.

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"Oh" He regained his posture before apologizing, "I'm sorry for coming out as a jerk, Mark."

"Ah, it's okay. I am a gang member after all!" "Also, I wanna get to know you"

"Out of pity?"

"What?"

"A bet?"

"...Out of pity."

"I see." He rubs his eyes as they are still collapsing on themselves, "thank you."

"Thank you?"

"Yeah. I'm glad I got myself a friend."

Mark looks back at him and takes a good look at him before he says, "You're weird, Micah."

"No shit. I'm probably the weirdest guy in class."

Mark laughs as he recives a reply he wasn't expecting to get. Mark picks up his phone and hands it to Micah, saying, "Give me your number, friendo~"

Micah, without saying a word, fills in his number and saves it in Mark's contacts. He pats thanks him before patting him on the back.

"Don't you dare ignore my calls, 'kay?"

Micah sighs and nods before Mark runs to his gang in front of school. They depart for the day and don't hear from each other for the rest of the day.

"A friend, hm?" Micah thought to himself. The thought of having a friend brought light into his body and mind; it made him a little happy.

The classroom was nearly full with Micah's peers, chatter filled up the whole room and nobody seemed to notice that Micah entered the classroom. He sat down at his desk and pulled up his phone.

"Wait! I forgot to ask him for his number!" He thought to himself again, bothered by the fact that he forgot something as obvious as that. The thought slowly falls off short as the teacher enters the room with her grasp full of books. She placed the books on her desk in front and only held a paper and a pen. She began checking everyone who was absent.

"Micah!"

"He's not here--"

"Present."

Everyone looked back at Micah as if he had come back from the dead. He didn't pay much attention to them and many of them started losing interest in him as class went on. Micah opened up his desk to see a mail between his books. Curious by the white mail he took out the paper inside and read, "Meet me behind school at the end of the day. I got something important to tell you. -B ♡" The message was cursive and every letter was thinly packed next to the others.

"This is Bianca's handwriting!" He thought to himself, cautiously looking to the right.

He then saw Bianca, looking at the board in front of them. He was cautious as to not cross eyesight with her if she would look to the side.

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"Why?" He again thought to himself, "What's so important that she has to tell me about after school? Is there something wrong with the school project we worked on? Then again, she wouldn't need to go to the extent of having to wait till the end of the day. This is something else."

"Are you daydreaming again, Micah?" The teacher spoke with a shade of frustration in her voice.

"Yeah."

"Don't 'Yeah' me, open up your books and work!"

The day went slow for Micah as Mark and Bianca invaded his daydreaming, leaving him unable to concentrate throughout the day. He confronted her during lunch-time in the queue and asked, "What's so important you have to tell me?"

"You'll have to wait till later~" Her voice was soft and gentle as it landed in his ears.

School was over and it was time for Micah to meet up with Bianca behind the school building. As he turned around the last corner of the building he laid his eyes upon Bianca that was leaning against the wall, waiting for him.

"Yo."

She reacts with a soft smile as he nears her.

"There's something important I must tell you."

He replied with silence as he looks at her captivating blue eyes.

"I think I like you, Micah!" She shouted with blossom cheeks.

His cheeks turned red, embarrassed by the sudden confession. Covering his cheeks with his forearm she closes the gap between them, hugging him tightly.

"Is this perhaps a little too quick for you?"

"I-It's all good... I don't mind it."

Her chest pushed against his' made him more bashful than ever, evading eye contact more than before the hug.

"You could've just told me this before school... or just at lunch-time."

"I could, but I was a little too embarrassed to do that. I'm sorry."

"I-It's okay." He fully wrapped his arms around her back, making her squeak.

"You wanna walk me home, Micah?"

"S-Sure."

They began walking back home to her as the heavy atmosphere soon disappeared. They walked close to each other, both catching a glimpse of each other every now and then when the other one wasn't looking.

"You know, I thought you were going to tell me something about the group project we submitted a few days ago."

"I see. I'm satisfied I could prove you wrong, smartass!" She laughed only to be silenced by his smile.

His smile wasn't beamy or spectacular in any way, but seeing him put on such a genuine smile on his face surprised her.

They continued giggling a little before they walked up to the driveway of a house.

"Micah?"

"Yes?"

"You never said anything..."

"Well... I wasn't expecting this to happen, but I can tell you that" He gulped, "I like you too."

Her cheeks went red and they exchanged numbers before Micah walked back home.

"What a crazy day!" He thought to himself as he grabbed the area on his jacket which was on his chest.

"Oh--"

Micah, without noticing, stepped a ball that repelled him flying against a concrete wall.

"What the hell was that!?"

At closer inspection, the ball was rough-edged ball made out of amber. He picked it up and spun it around in his hand.

"This shit made me fly into the wall? There's something in it... looks like a tiny walnut. Perhaps I can sell it real expensive..."

The pain in his back for the repulsion lingers in the back of his head as he walked back home.

"Micah!!"

"Mom, what the--"

"I was so worried about you, I thought something happened with you!"

"I'm good, really! Anyway, I'm not hungry so I'll go to sleep now."

"Sleep well, my king!"

He jumped in bed and left the ball on his desk, shortly falling asleep thereafter.

"Zzz..."

The sun peeked through the windows, waking up with the sun greeting him with a good morning.

"Already time to wake up, huh?"

He yawned as he rubbed his eyes and walked to the bathroom.

"Isn't a little cold tod-- WHAT THE FUCK!!?" He screamed as the rough amber ball found its way to his right eye, replacing it and leaving no trace of his normal eye.