Arriving at Michael’s apartment was a strange feeling, but it was also wonderful. He lived not too far from his grandmother’s house. Which I guess was the conditions he and his grandmother made. We both got out of the car and walked into the building. It smelt like an old lady and a gym locker. We went up a flight of stairs to get to his room, apartment 212. He unlocked the door and opened it. Inside was more surprising than I thought. 

“Wow,” I said in amazement. “This place is beautiful.” 

“Thanks,” he said tossing his keys on a side table near the door. “My grandmother decorated it. Well, she picked out what to put in it. I put it in here,” he chuckled.  

I turned to face him, “I’m sorry for coming. You just didn’t show up and I was worried about you.”  

“It’s okay. I’m sorry you saw that. She doesn’t really get that bad, but like I said she thinks I’m my father.” 

“Still,” I said reaching out for his hand. “I’m sorry.”  

He took my hand and pulled me to him, “You look really beautiful yourself.” 

I looked down and realized I was still wearing the dress that I picked out for him to see. “Thank you,” he moved closer to my face, putting his hands on my cheeks. My face suddenly became red, and his face came closer to mine. His lips were inches away from mine. “Michael?” I whispered his name and he blinked realizing he was inches away from my lips.  

He quickly pulled away, “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay. Did you get my voicemail by the way?” 

“I saw that you called, but I haven’t heard the voicemail, why?” 

“I just said that I was outside and had something to tell you.” 

“Oh okay,” he moved away from me and sat on the couch. Patting the seat cushion next to him, “What did you have to tell me?” 

I waved him off, “Oh nothing, but I do have your homework for today.” I went into my bag and grabbed out a stack of papers.  

He sighed, “Oh, thank you,” he grabbed the papers that I was in my hands. “Was that all you wanted to say?”  

“Yup,” I said, zipping my bag. 

“Are you sure, Allison?” 

I turned to him, “You called me Allison.” 

“That is your name. Is it not?” 

“It is, but I thought...” 

“Thought what?” He put the homework to the side and got off the couch. Walking towards me, “That we were friends?”  

“Yes, actually,” I swallowed. 

“Is that all you want to be?” 

I looked at him, “What?” 

He grabbed my hands and looked me deeply in the eyes.  

“Ally, I’m falling in love with you.”