you were always a cold-hearted, uncaring person. It was almost like your heart was made of metal, almost robotic. that was until..

micheal, or known as mike, fell into your life. It was almost like a trap, too good to be true.. but here he was, with you, even 6 years later. you two were childhood friends,

and people shipped you, saw you as couples, even though you weren't anything of the sort. you two were just friends, after all.

right now, you climbed through his window, like you always do, and he's reading a book as he jumps, seeing you. you pounced on his bed, snatching his book like it's a porn magazine. he looked at you, confused..

M — "What was that for??"

he said, questioning. you sticked your tongue out at him, laughing, as he looked at you, pissed.

M — "Dude.."

he said, again, just as questioning, but with a hint of 'I'm gonna kill you.' with it.