“Michael! Didn’t you have any better clothes to wear as we have a guest here?” I heard Michael’s mum scolding someone again. Michael? It was really him? I turned around again to see him wearing the old clothes. He smirked at me. It was Michael! And he was wearing… that!
“Is it a problem I’m wearing comfortable clothes at home? It’s not like we are expecting royalty! Or are we?” He asked his mother, looking like a revolting teenager, leaving his mother speechless. She put down the plate of snacks in front of me on the coffee table with a loud Thud! and took Michael out of the room to probably give him a nice earful.
The snacks resting in front of me were making my stomach make even louder noises. I was seriously hungry at this point. I took out my phone to see what time it actually was. N
