Michael’s perspective

Zack and I are upstairs in his bedroom. His bed is messy and I made it for him because it was bothering me. I lay on his bed.

“Are we actually going to study or do something else?” I ask Zack who is now laying beside me.

“We are just going to talk,” Zack says.

“Mkay. So, what are we going to talk about?” I ask.

“Your lips are gorgeous,” Zack blurts.

I blush and look at him. “So are yours,” I reply sweetly.

Zach blushes and picks up my hand. He brings it to his face and kisses my hand. My face becomes scarlet and I look away. I grab a pillow and put it over my face to hide my face from Zack.

Zack takes the pillow off my face. “Why are you trying to hide your beautiful face from me?” Zack asks.

“Because you’re making me blush,” I admit.

“Good. I like seeing you blush,” Zack says.

“You do?” I ask. 

Zack scoots closer to me. “Mhm. Makes you cuter,” Zach blurts.

Zack and I are now cuddling. Zack claims it’s because he is cold. He snuggles up against my chest. I pull him closer and wrap my arms around him.

At some point Zack falls asleep and I fall asleep a few minutes after because I wake up to Zack’s mom bursting through Zack’s bedroom door. Zack and I are tangled together. Zack’s mom glares at him. 

“So it’s true. You’re up here doing who knows what up here with your boyfriend!” Zack’s mom says. 

Zack shakes his head. “He’s not my boyfriend and we were huddled together because I was cold. We accidentally fell asleep!” Zack says angrily. We untangle ourselves from each other and get up. Zack’s mom rolls her eyes.

“I’ll believe that when I see it, Zackary,” She says. 

“He’s not lying. Did Trent tell you I am Zack’s boyfriend?” I say.

“Yes, he did,” Zack’s mom says.

“I’m not his boyfriend and what Zack said was true,” I say.

Zack’s mom nods. “Dinner is done,” she says and goes back downstairs.

“I should go. Bye Zack. I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” I say.

Zack grabs me. “Stay for dinner. We still need to study,” Zack chuckles.

I nod.

~~~

After dinner, Zack and I go back into his bedroom. We get out our math books out of our backpacks. Zack has trouble with some of the formulas, and I help him. At one point, he groans and lays back on the floor.

“I hate math,” Zack says.

“I can’t say the same,” I reply with a yawn.

Zack sits up and looks at me. “You are crazy if you like math,” Zack says.

“I guess I’m crazy,” I reply with a smirk.

Zack shakes his head. “I’m friends with a crazy person,” he mumbles.

“And I’m friends with a brainless football* player,” I reply.

Zack looks at me. “ “A brainless football* player”? Really? You are really going to do that?” he asks.

I nod. “Yes, I am,” I tease.

Zack pushes me onto my back. “Say it again. I dare you,” he says.

“I’m. Friends. With. A. Brainless. Football*. Player,” I say.

Zack sits on my hips. He opens his mouth the say something when the door opens. Zack’s head whips to his bedroom door.

* = American football / gridiron