Micheal stared up at the building. He's been standing there for more than ten minutes. People passing by gave him strange looks. Some even stopped and looked like as if they wanted to ask him why he was staring.

Why he was staring, well, it's a Micheal thing, it doesn't have any logic to it.

Micheal shook his head and walked away. He went to sit in the shade, somewhere that he could just sit down without the beating sun on his back or face. The shade cooled him down some. With his head leaning against the cold building, he had to sigh with some relief.

He tugged through his blonde hair that was wet from his sweat. He frowned. It was getting too long for his tastes and he needed to get it cut. Maybe by Kayla. It wasn't going to be Cathy, that's for sure. She could purposely kill him with anything sharp if it wasn't for the brown haired, green eyed wonder that always saved him.

Micheal's face turned bright red as he thought about Kayla. He shook his head, like as if it would solve the problem of him thinking of her. Of how she would wear those short dresses that showed off her pale skin. The only person who could have the palest skin and still be able to flaunt it. The girl who would always run her hands through her hair when she didn't put it up.

Micheal banged the back of his head on the building. "I'm hopeless," he mumbled.