It’s okay… I wont say anything I promise. There were two couches and two love seats, all arranged around a flat screen TV mounted on a cabinet of stained cherry wood and a matching table within reach of all seats. Sex A girl who is always a total bitch. “All right so what did you need help with?”
At eight thirty the two were near done with their studies. Have fun but no parties please. A pair of fans lazily spun above the gold carpet. Michael pulled a liter of lemonade from the fridge and filled his, watching as Zoë filled her cup with ice and water. A pair of fans lazily spun above the gold carpet. He had wiped his face and brushed his teeth, or so it appeared. “I made the mistake of… hooking up… with a freshman. I didn’t want her love.” Michael trailed off as he realized how stupid he sounded, taking another sip of lemonade. ‘kay, I’ll be right back” He gestured for her to come inside as she started back down the steps. The sound of the doorbell awoke a Michael gently cursing his self and whoever was at the door. The two sat down on the first sofa, the light brown leather crinkling under their combined weight. When Michael got home the clock ticked five eighteen.
