Michael has always been fond of his hoodie.
It's like when you're a child and you have this special blanket or toy. You carry it around EVERYWHERE. You'd never let it go. You'd cry if it gets dirty. If somebody touches it, you'd kill them. That type of relationship?
Well many people may think, 'They're just little kids, they have big hearts, and I completely understand why they love this non-living object so much...'
While others think it's the strangest thing in the world.
If you're the second one, well, lemme just say it gets even stranger when it's a sixteen-year-old obsessing over something like this.
Seriously. Michael doesn't let ANYBODY wear it. He doesn't let ANYBODY touch it.
Once we were at lunch. Lasagna. Chloe.
Yeah, I'll just let you figure out what happened from there.
Really, though, I don't think he's talked to her since. When they're together he usually just gives her a slight nod or a bland "hm" and then walks out of the room.
That's how much Michael Mell loves this hoodie. He doesn't even let me, his best friend, his player 2, even touch it...
Well, something strange happened.
And I cannot stop thinking about it.
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The Hoodie
Spiritual* Michael Mell is very fond of his hoodie. * Everybody knows this. * Boyf Riends don't really know how to describe this story, might just make it around 3 chapters or something, but if I feel up to it I might just continue writing it as Boyf riend...
