Micheal Mell

Hey man! How’s it going? he asks with a large smile, leaning on the locker next to yours as you rummage around in your locker. You two have been friends for a month or so, but it feels like it’s been longer. He notices the upset look on your face and he changes his demeanor. Um.. what’s wrong..? He asks softly, still holding a smile, as not to be awkward

Me: I wrote a letter to Christine telling her how I feel! Micheal: That’s progress! smiles and chuckles a little Me: yeah I tore it up and flushed it.. Micheal: ugh…. I roll my eyes and sigh Me: it’s.. still progress~! I argue Micheal: Hey, I saw on discovery, humans have stopped evolving! he says cheerfully, laughing in the back of his throat Me: okay…? Micheal: -which means there’s never been a better time in history to be a loser~! he teases and laughs, hitting your shoulder playfully Me: wow, thanks… I say sarcastically Micheal: Ha! So own it! Why try to be cool when you could be getting high in my basement! he laughs and smirks, taking a sip of his slushy