Michael Meme Novels & Stories

he replied, making me laugh. “Somehow, I doubt that. You look like one of those annoyingly good at everything people.” “You’re right. I’m pretty much perfect.” I shook my head and started preparing my plate. “You are terrible at being humble.” “I hate it when people pretend to be modest.” I usually preferred to eat in silence, but with Michael, I just wanted to keep on hearing his voice and know more about him. “What else do you hate?” He took some time to answer as he finished his bite of food. “Long donuts, public gyms, and liars.”

Now here he was, laughing at something on Joseph's phone. "Look at this one," Joseph said, showing Michael the screen. "Someone made Blake into a crying baby meme." Michael chuckled, but when he looked up and saw me, his expression shifted. "Morning, Calla. Sleep well?" There was something in his tone that made my skin crawl. Too friendly and interested. I remembered the look he'd given Axel during their fight. Pure hatred mixed with something that felt like promise. "Fine," I said carefully. "Must be nice, feeling safe enough to sleep through the night." Michael's smile didn't reach his eyes. "You've been through a lot lately. Took real courage, helping us stand up to your husband like that

Finally someone with a real sense of humour. Michael: I could come get you on Sunday if you want. Rescue mission. No cape, just my car and possibly fries. Me: God, yes. Please do. If I hear one more tech joke I'm actually going to kill myself Michael: Done. I’ll bring music and judgmental glares. Me: You're my favorite person right now. Michael: I know. Just don’t tell my mom. She still thinks I peaked in high school. Me: cross my heart My chest eased. Just a little.