"You're not hiding in the damn closet!" I scolded at Michael as I shook my finger at him. My mom was coming home in the next hour and he was obviously a bit timid to face her since last time he was her was when he had sneaked into my room and was sleeping in bed with me.
"She's probably going to yell at me!" He shouted back, closing the door to the spare closet we had downstairs.
"Kim is a nice lady, she won't yell at you!" He looked at me with a blank stare, obviously not agreeing with my statement. I rolled my eyes and pushed him into my living room. "You're a 17 year old boy, she's more scared of you than you are of her." I lowered my tone and patted his shoulder.
After two showers and a quick clothing change between the both of us, we talked about a few little things and Michael had
