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"You and Michael have been friends for a very long time, go to the same school and study in the same class. Your group of friends often spend time together." "Today, as always, you decided to hang out together. Everyone was just having fun, but you notice Michael going somewhere. Some time passes and you decide to go and find him. It was evening, so it was getting dark outside and a cool breeze was blowing. You go outside and see him standing and smoking leaning against the car."

"Michael takes a final drag from the cigarette, letting out a cloud of smoke before crushing it underneath his shoe."

"I do. What's it to you, huh?" "he asks with a smug look on his face."

"Michael looks at you with a surprised expression as you make the call."

"What are you doing, man? Don't be calling my mom," "he mutters, rolling his eyes."

"Michael's eyes widen in shock as he realizes what you're saying."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute! I'm not smoking weed! It's just a cigarette!" "he protests, trying to defend himself."

"He watches you with a mix of amusement and annoyance as you continue with the pretend call." "You're such a little prankster, aren't you?" "he chuckles, shaking his head."

"Michael loses his amused expression almost instantly, and instead looks at you with a mix of concern and anger."

"What the hell, man? Why would you call my mom like that?" "he asks, trying to grab the phone from your hand." "She's going to freak out. Don't do stuff like that."

"Michael rolls his eyes, realizing that you've been messing with him the whole time."

"You're such a joker, aren't you?" "he sighs, shaking his head." "You got me good this time."

"He takes a deep breath before continuing," "But seriously, don't call my mom behind my back like that, it's not cool man."

"Michael smirks as he sees the mischievous look on your face."

"What are you planning now?" "he asks with a playful glint in his eye." "I know that look. You're up to something."

"Michael raises an eyebrow at your sudden change in demeanor, but decides to let it slide for now."

"So, what?" "he asks, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the car." "What's on your mind?"

"Michael lets out a small laugh at your whining."

"You're always bored, aren't you? You need to learn to entertain yourself sometimes," "he teases, nudging you with his elbow."

"Anyway, I'm down to do something. What do you want to do?"

"Michael looks surprised and caught off guard as you unexpectedly pick him up, staggering slightly to regain his balance."

"Hey, put me down!" "he protests, laughing despite himself." "What's gotten into you today?"

"Michael lets out a surprised yelp as you spin around with him, trying his best to hold on and not fall off."

"Okay, okay, enough of that!" "he laughs as you let go and both of you fall onto the ground." "You're going to give me motion sickness, man."

"He gets up and brushes himself off, offering you a hand to help you up." "Come on, let's go find the others and do something more... normal."

"Michael shrugs, thinking of what they could do for fun."

"I don't know, go see a movie maybe? Or grab some food somewhere?" "he suggests, looking around as he talks." "There's also that new game store that opened up recently, we could go check it out."

"He turns towards you with a grin." "Or, we could always just do what we do best and cause trouble."

"Michael follows your gaze and sees who you're looking at, his expression suddenly darkening."

"Who, Evan?" "he asks, clenching his fists slightly." "What's he doing here?"

"Michael looks at you with a confused expression for a moment before realizing what you meant."

"You're a Jedi now?" "he asks, chuckling softly." "Alright then, Mr. Jedi, go protect the child from the big, bad brother."

"He pats you on the back before walking towards Evan, calling out his name."

"Michael turns around, raising an eyebrow in amusement at your comment."

"Sorry, Ms. Jedi," "he chuckles." "Didn't mean to offend you there."

"He turns back around towards Evan, walking up to him and striking up a conversation." It's too far away to hear what they're saying, but their body language suggests that they're having an argument.

As you run towards Evan to hug him, Michael looks surprised for a moment before sighing and rubbing his forehead.

"Evan, you okay?" "Michael asks as he approaches, looking at him for any signs of distress."

Evan looks up at Michael with a small smile on his face, nodding as he shakes his head. "Yeah, I'm fine," he says softly.

Michael looks relieved at that and turns to look back at you. "Hey, cut it out, will you? You're going to squish the little guy," he says, grinning teasingly.

"Michael rolls his eyes, a smile still playing on his lips."

"Hey, I'm allowed to care about my little brother, aren't I?" "he says, nudging you with his elbow."

"I mean, it's not like I'm doing it all of a sudden. I've always been a great big bro," "he teases before ruffling Evan's hair affectionately."

"Michael looks at Evan with an exasperated expression." "Hey, I am not! Why do you always believe her?"

He turns towards you, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know what? I think you're turning him against me," "he says teasingly."

"Michael laughs, throwing his head back jovially." "Oh, I see how it is now. Betrayed by my own friends," "he says in mock amusement before turning to Evan."

"Now, what do you say we team up against her instead?" "he asks, winking at Evan."

"Michael chuckles, holding up his hands." "Alright, alright, just kidding," "he says before giving Evan a small smile."

"So, what do you want to do tonight, kiddo?" "he asks, glancing at both you and Evan."

"I mean, it's getting late, so maybe we could head back and watch a movie or something?"

"Sure, sounds like a great idea," "Evan nods eagerly, smiling at you."

"Michael chuckles at your words and shakes his head in mock hurt." "You guys are breaking my heart," "he says teasingly before turning towards the car."

"Alright then, have fun without me. Remember to save some for me though," "he calls out as he starts the car and drives away, waving goodbye to both of you."

"You and Evan both watch as Michael drives away, before making your way to the ice cream shop."

"What flavor do you want, Evan?" "you ask as you enter the shop, scanning through the menu."

Evan looks up at you with a smile, before pointing at the chocolate scoop. "Can I have this one?" he asks, his voice soft.

"Great, two scoops of chocolate coming up!" "you say, smiling brightly at Evan before making your way to the counter."

As you wait for your ice cream, Evan looks up at you with a small smile. "Thanks for coming with me," he says softly.

You smile back at him, patting his head gently. "Of course, Evan. You're my friend, and I always want to make sure you're okay," you reply before taking your ice cream and walking out of the shop.

"Let's go find a nice spot to enjoy our ice cream, shall we?" "you say, pointing to a nearby park bench."

"You glance at Evan with a mischievous smile, before turning your attention back to your ice cream."

"Well, let me think...spiders? Heights? Clowns?" "you quiz, taking a bite of the chocolate ice cream."

"You look at Evan in surprise, before bursting out into laughter."

"Are you serious? The color pink?" "you ask with a grin, still unable to believe it." "How did you even find out about that?"

Evan just shrugs his shoulders, a small smile playing on his lips. "I overheard him talking to his girlfriend once. He told her he didn't like the color," he explains.

"Well, well, well, looks like we have something new to tease him about," "you say, grinning mischievously at Evan." "Pink sweater, pink shoes, pink ice cream," "you start listing off, giggling at the thought of Michael's discomfort."

"You laugh at Evan's suggestion, nodding your head in agreement." "Great idea! I'm sure Michael will love it," "you say with a chuckle."

You both finish your ice cream as you continue to joke and tease each other, enjoying each other's company under the moonlit sky. The rest of the night is filled with fun and laughter, with the occasional mention of Michael's fear of the color pink thrown in for good measure.

"You nod in agreement, finishing up the remaining bits of your ice cream before standing up." "Thanks, that would be great," "you say with a smile at Evan."

Together, you both make your way to your car and drive back to your house. As you pull up in front of your house, you turn to Evan and give him a small smile. "Thanks for hanging out with me today, Evan. I had a really great time," you say.

Evan smiles back at you, his eyes bright. "Me too. Let's do it again soon, okay?"

You nod eagerly, before saying goodbye and heading inside your house, feeling grateful for the wonderful friendship you share with Evan and Michael.

As you walk into the school building, your outfit immediately catches the attention of your friends, including Michael. You can see him approaching you with a mix of confusion and amusement on his face.

"Hey, why are you wearing pink?" he asks, eyeing your outfit up and down.

You smirk at him, enjoying this opportunity to tease him. "Oh, you mean this color that you're so terrified of?" you say with a smug expression.

Michael rolls his eyes at you, but you can see him trying to hide a grin. "Ha ha, very funny. I'm not actually scared of the color pink," he says, though the way he avoids looking at your clothes suggests otherwise.

Your friends gather around you, laughing and teasing Michael along with you, making the start of the day even more humorous.

You give Michael a smug grin, letting the teasing continue. "Oh really? Because it looks like you're avoiding looking at my outfit," you say, your tone playful.

Michael rolls his eyes again, but you can see a small smile playing on his lips. "Okay, fine. Maybe I'm not the biggest fan of pink, but that doesn't mean I'm scared of it," he says with a small chuckle.

You and your friends continue to tease Michael good-naturedly, enjoying the light-hearted banter between you all. As the day goes on, you find yourself grateful for the friendships you've built over the years, and for the moments of laughter and joy they bring to your life.

As you start walking home, you notice that Michael is following you. You turn to him with a curious expression. "Hey, what's up?" you ask him.

Michael shuffles his feet a bit before speaking. "Listen, about earlier...I know I said I'm not scared of pink, but maybe I am a little bit," he admits, looking at you with a slightly embarrassed expression.

You pause for a moment, surprised by Michael's vulnerability. But then you give him a warm smile. "Hey, it's okay. We all have things we're afraid of, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. And honestly, I was just teasing you earlier because it was fun, but I don't want you to feel bad about it," you say reassuringly.

Michael nods gratefully, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Thanks, man

You look at Michael expectantly, wondering if there's anything else he wants to talk about.

Michael meets your gaze with his own, waiting for you to continue. "Yeah, what's up?" he asks.

You take a deep breath before speaking, feeling nervous. "I wanted to ask you something...”

Michael raises an eyebrow at your sudden change of topic. "Uh, no, I don't have a girlfriend," he says with a small shrug. "Why do you ask?"

You feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment at the suddenness of your question, but you press on. "I was just curious. You know, with Valentine's Day coming up and all," you say, hoping to play it cool.

Michael lets out a small chuckle. "Ah, I see what this is about now. No worries, man. I'm still a free agent," he says with a grin.

You nod in relief, feeling somewhat ridiculous for bringing up the topic in the first place. But you're secretly glad to know that Michael doesn't have a girlfriend, even if you're not sure why.

As you ask Michael if you could be his girlfriend, he looks at you with surprise. He seems taken aback by your question, clearly not sure how to respond.

Finally, after a few moments of awkward silence, Michael speaks up. "I...I don't know what to say, honestly," he says cautiously. "I mean, we've been friends for a long time, and I care about you a lot, but I'm just not sure if I see you in that way."

You feel a pang of disappointment at Michael's response, but you try to keep your tone light. "Hey, no worries. I just thought I'd put it out there," you say with a small smile. "I'm happy to still be friends, no matter what."

Michael nods, his expression softening. "Of course, man. We'll always be friends

As you keep walking, you quickly realize that you've gotten lost and have no idea how to get home. You feel a sense of panic rising inside you as the rain starts pouring down even harder, soaking you to the bone.

Just when you're about to give up, you hear someone shouting your name from behind you. You turn around and see Michael running toward you, his face lined with concern.

"Hey, are you okay? What are you doing out here in the rain?" he asks, reaching out to take your arm and guide you under a nearby tree for shelter.

You feel grateful for his help, but you can't help feeling a bit embarrassed at how helpless you must look. "I don't know what happened...I just got lost, and then it started raining," you say, feeling your words trailed off by a shivering breath.

Michael gives

As you keep walking forward, the rain continues to pour down heavily, making it hard for you to see or hear anything around you. You feel your clothes becoming heavier and heavier, drenching you from head to toe.

Just as you begin to feel completely lost and alone, you hear a distant voice calling out your name. You turn your head in the direction of the sound and see Michael running towards you through the rain.

"Hey! Are you okay?" he calls out, concern evident in his voice. He reaches you and pulls you under an awning for shelter from the storm. "What are you doing out here in this weather?" he asks.

You feel grateful for his help and the warmth of his presence. "I got lost," you admit, feeling embarrassed. "I don't know where I am."

Michael nods empathetically, understanding your predicament

As you keep walking forward, the rain pours even harder than before, making it hard to see or hear anything around you. The waterlogged streets and dark cloudy sky add to the sense of loneliness and isolation you feel.

Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice calling out your name from behind you. You turn around to find Michael running in your direction through the rain.

"Hey there, what are you doing out here?" he asks, his face filled with concern. The rain has drenched his hair and shirt, but he doesn't seem to mind as he steps closer to you.

You're glad to see him, but you don't want to burden him with your problems. "I just needed to get some fresh air," you lie, hoping he doesn't notice the shakiness in your voice.

Michael seems unconvinced, but he doesn't press the issue

"Of course, I know where your house is," Michael replies with a faint smile. "I'll walk you there if you want. It's not safe for you to be wandering around in the rain all by yourself."

You feel relieved and grateful for his offer, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks so much," you say, feeling a bit embarrassed for getting lost in the first place.

Michael places a comforting hand on your shoulder, guiding you towards the direction of your house. As the two of you walk together, you feel a sense of closeness and warmth, grateful to have a friend like him by your side.

"Anytime, Stalaria," Michael says with a small smile as you both reach your house. "Make sure to dry off and stay safe, okay?"

You nod gratefully, touched by his kindness. "Thank you so much for walking me home. I don't know what I would've done without you."

Michael gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Don't mention it, that's what friends are for. Just let me know if you need anything else, okay?"

With that, he turns to head back home through the rain, leaving you feeling grateful and comforted by his presence. As you step inside your house, you can't help but feel lucky to have such a supportive friend like Michael in your life.

As you sit at the table alone, drawing in your notebook and singing quietly to yourself, you feel a sense of detachment from the world around you. You're still wearing the same outfit you wore yesterday, and it's clear that you want to be left alone and not bothered by anyone else.

As you lift your head up to take a break from your drawing, you notice Michael approaching your table with a concerned look on his face. Despite your aggression, you feel a small pang of relief at seeing him.

"Hey, there you are," he says, taking a seat across from you. "What's going on? You seem different today."

You continue to sing quietly, avoiding his gaze. "I'm fine," you reply curtly.

Michael doesn't seem convinced. "Are you sure? You seem really agitated. Did something happen?"

You resist the urge

Feeling defensive, you raise your voice slightly and snap at Michael, "I said I'm fine, alright? Just leave me alone!"

Michael leans back in his chair, slightly taken aback by your reaction. Unfazed, he looks at you with sympathy and understanding.

"Okay, I hear you," he says calmly. "I just want you to know that if you ever need someone to talk to or if anything's bothering you, I'm here for you."

You don't respond, returning your attention to your notebook as Michael gets up from the table, sensing that it's best to give you some space.

As you continue to draw and hum quietly to yourself, your thoughts wander to what Michael said. Despite your aggression, you can't help but appreciate his concern and know that he's there for you when you're ready to talk.

Michael's expression turns stern as you raise your voice and give him the middle finger, creating a scene. He doesn't back down, however, and meets your gaze firmly.

"Hey, I'm not going anywhere just because you're acting out," he responds. "I'm just trying to be a good friend by checking in on you."

Your aggressive behavior doesn't seem to phase Michael. His tone remains calm and steady as he continues speaking.

"I know something's bothering you, Stalaria. And I want to help if I can," he adds, his voice laced with concern.

His words seem to hit a chord within you and as much as you want to fight back, you feel the walls you've erected around yourself crumbling down, revealing the vulnerability that lies buried deep within.

You look away from him, feeling embarrassed and unsure of how to respond. Regardless

Michael doesn't back down, despite your aggressive behavior. Instead, he maintains his calm, steady tone.

"I get that you're feeling overwhelmed, Stalaria. But I can't help you if you don't let me in," he says firmly.

You feel your anger dissipating slowly, replaced by a feeling of vulnerability. You've been bottling up your emotions, and it's beginning to show in how you interact with your friends.

Taking a deep breath, you finally speak.

As you punch Michael in the mouth, you see the blood gushing out from his lips and his tooth falling out. Shocked, you realize what you've done as he faints to the ground. You quickly leave the scene, walking over him as you make your way to the dormitory that was assigned to you and Michael.

Upon reaching your shared dorm room, you feel a pang of guilt and sorrow for what you've done. The once comfortable space now feels foreign and cold, and you laughed hysterically, like a maniac. Your mental health and sanity isn’t good. At all. You feel like just killing your self.

As you sit on your bed, tears streaming down your face, you realize that something is wrong. You feel like you've been carrying a heavy burden for too long, and you can't take it anymore. It's at moments like these when you realize that being normal doesn't really matter.

You wipe the tears from your eyes and try to think rationally. You remember all the times Michael had been there for you, through thick and thin. You know that you have to apologize to him and make things right. Remembering the good times you had with him, made you feel a bit better.

After a few minutes, you take out a paper and pen and start writing an apology letter to Michael. You pour out all of your thoughts and feelings into the letter, expressing how sorry you are for hurting him. You also apologize for lashing out and thank him

Michael enters the room and sees you ripping the apology letter into pieces and eating it. He looks both concerned and confused.

"Stalaria, what are you doing?" he asks, a hint of worry in his voice.

You look at him with wild eyes and continue ripping and eating the paper, not speaking a single word. Michael takes a step closer to you and gently takes the paper out of your hand.

"Hey, calm down. It's okay," he soothes, trying to comfort you.

You feel a strange mix of emotions, ranging from anger to despair. You can't seem to find the right words to express yourself. You just want everything to be normal again.

As you leave the room, Michael watches you go with a mix of anger and concern. He knows that you're not in a good place mentally, but he can't help feeling hurt by your violent outburst.

He waits for a few minutes, hoping that you'll come back and talk things out. But when you don't return, he eventually goes out to look for you.

As you stumble into the dorms, Michael looks at you with a mixture of concern and worry. He can tell that you're not in a good state of mind.

"Stalaria, are you drunk?" he asks, his voice full of concern.

You sway slightly on your feet, still trying to process your emotions. You aren't sure what to say to Michael. All you know is that you feel lost and alone.

Michael frowns at you, not appreciating the casual use of his name.

"Don't call me that," he says sternly, trying to get you to focus on the situation at hand. "Are you okay? What's going on?"

He can tell that you're not entirely coherent and he's worried about what might happen if you continue down this path.

Michael tries to gently push you away, not wanting to take advantage of you in this state.

"Hey, Stalaria, control yourself," he says firmly, his arms around your waist in an attempt to steady you. "You're not thinking straight right now. Let's talk about what's really going on here."

He waits for your response, hoping that you'll come to your senses soon and start making better decisions.