Living Life Large.(NeedlemOuse Fanfiction) *On Break*

Case 8: The crazy bit-I mean lady from across the street

Michael is waiting inside of a Luther's living room. Sipping on a cup of coffee from his mug. He's just swiping through some news articles on his phone.

Michael: You make really good coffee Jamie.

Luther: Thanks. Now, why are you here again?

Michael: Well, I had some things to give you, and this is a very nice chair you have.

Luther: Mikey. Don't you live some where.

Michael: I do, this place is just my home away from home.

Luther: Riiiiggggt.

Michael: I'm not lying. By the way, Luther. If your in need of any

Luther: No.

Michael: I didn't even said it.

Luther: I already know what your going to say, and no.

Michael: Jamie.....

Luther: Mike, I'm not letting you do that again.

Michael: It'll be different this time.

Luther: Michael, you and alcohol don't mix well together.

Michael: I'm shocked. I could handle myself.

Luther: Last time, I remembered.

Michael: Ok, ok. You don't need to bring that day up again, but I changed.

Luther: Really?

Michael: Yes!

Luther puts a smile on his face.

Luther: Then, prove it.

Michael: Hmm?

Luther: Yeah, Lily's off today. And we planned to go to our this evening. You don't mind coming along do you?

Michael looks nervous about this. Yet

Michael: I absolutely don't mind.

Luther: Hoho, this is gonna be hilarious.

Michael: Alright, I'll be there.

Luther: Fine then. But don't embarrass yourself.

Michael: Me? Embarrass. Please do you know who your talking to.

12:00 PM

Michael: What was I thinking? I can't drink.

Michael is pacing around his house trying wrap his head around what he just did. Michael isn't exactly a strong drinker. He can't handle himself around anything with alcohol.

Michael: Great, look what you got yourself into Michael..... Maybe I should cancel.... No Luther will just make fun of me for it... Hmmmm...

A small knock comes from Michael front door. He gets to check his peep hole, but he doesn't see anyone...

Michael: That's strange. It must be the wind. Either way, I have to find some way to prepare for this.*yawn* boy, why do I feel so.......slee...py.

Michael falls asleep from on his feet. Laying flat on the floor, something grabs his leg and pulls him away.

Ohhhhh Mikey...

That voice...

Michael?

It sounds familiar.

Michael sweetie.

Oh no... God please no. Don't tell me.

Michael dear. Don't tell me you forgot about me. Haven't you.