‹ ・ 。 ♡ * ― michael.
Michael laughed, unable to hold it back, “Really? The whole town? Honestly, your brat-meter just keeps rising and rising, it’s incredible,” he said, shaking his head. Although, not having to bump into her randomly would be quite nice. “Your hair looks like it could be the biggest play place for lice and their friends,” he pointed out, the idea of talking to the other about his problems worse than death. “There’s no trouble in any paradise except for the one I was in before walking in here,” he huffed, arms crossing.
❛ my brat-meter keeps rising ? it’s more like me practicing self care. you should try it yourself sometimes because it doesn’t seem like you have any sense of it walking around looking like that, ❜ leena casually mentioned, wondering if she could actually convince her parents to do something ridiculous like that. life sure would be a lot easier knowing michael wasn’t around to bother her anymore. the hair comment made face contort in disgust, a small ‘ew’ falling from her lips. ❛ gross. i think you should take a good look in the mirror before coming for my hair like that because at least one of us goes through a hot oil treatment every single week in order to take care of it. ❜ leena sat a bit straighter when she noticed how he didn’t mention his friends anymore, a small smile tugging on her lips as she realized she might’ve found a weak spot after all. ❛ sure, if you say so. but also if that’s what you’re so pressed about just turn around and leave. you’d do all of us a favor with that. ❜


















