You and Michael were enemies. At least out there, because behind four walls you both were each other’s favorite person to make out and.. more.

Leaning against the wall outside Freddy’s, you blew a smoke from your cigarette, staring into nothingness. Michael appeared with a smirk and his arms crossed.

“The hell you’re doing here, you bitch?” He asked, laughing and grabbing the cigarette from your fingers and smoking it.