#michelle;

Michelle hummed softly to herself as she prepared dinner, Ella happily helping her out and bouncing around the room. Ryota would be home soon and Michelle had decided to make one of his favorite dinners, and hoping to have it ready before he got back. She couldn't help but laugh as their daughter danced around singing both songs by her sister Avril, and by One Ok Rock, even imitating some of her favorite bass lines. "Goodness...I'm going to have my hands full getting you into lessons for singing and for bass, huh?" She laughed, shaking her head as Ella wandered off to the other room once she told her she couldn't help with the cooking process and she started to cook the food, keeping an ear out for the little girl in the other room.

mickey never truly understood the phrase soaked to the bone until now. a storm had sprung up suddenly while she was biking home and she had so arrogantly thought that she would be able to power through, find comfort in her own cozy bed - only to discover that she had forgotten her key and her many, many roommates all happened to be gone. with her teeth chattering from the cold, her t-shirt sticking to her skin, and her hair dripping wet, she had no choice but to knock on her neighbor's door. "hi," she chirped when the door opened, hoping that she didn't look like a drowned rat - god, how embarrassing was this? "uhm, i got locked out and i don't know when my roommates will be home.. could i maybe warm up here for a bit? i promise i'm not a creep and you'll barely even notice me, i'll be so quiet and out of the way."

michelle "mickey" campbell ★ art isn't supposed to look nice, it's supposed to make you feel something.