The pic above is Michael Halling
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I stand in the middle of the basketball court waiting for Michael. My backpack at my feet.

He finally arrives, "hey, sorry. My teacher was talking to me about the score I got on my test." He says out of breath from running.

His hazel eyes stare in mine. "So, I, uh noticed you got some tan highlights." I say, he nods. The air gets warmer. Nothing like a warm California day.

"Oh, um, yah. Just wanted to try something new." He says running his fingers through his hair. "It looks nice." I say. An awkward long silence falls.

After a minute it gets too weird. "So, why'd you wanna meet me here?" I ask. "Oh, to talk. I know you've had a rough couple of days so I wanted to chill with you. Maybe we can go get some food and talk then." He suggests.

"Sure, why not." I say, he smiles and we go to his car and get in. He starts to drive to a restaurant.
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I sit in a booth with Michael as we wait for our food. I sip my drink from my straw. "So, we gonna talk now?" I ask, he nods.

"So, the thing is you're not very popular anymore." I shoot a look at him.

"I know, I know. But let's face it. It's true." He says.

I take another long sip trying to avoid his glare. A club sandwich and fries is set in front of me. But he receive steak and potatoes.

"Now before you say anything here me out." He says already chewing on a potatoe.

"I'm thinking since all that's happened there's no way you can get back up to the top. So I say screw it. How about I show you how to live like you're dying." He says.

"I don't get it." I say eating a fry, "live like I do, you only live once." He says, I almost choke on my rootbeer. "What?!" I say a bit too loud. People stare at me and I look down at my plate.

"So you want me to live like you. Why, what's the point for it?" I ask.

"Well, you're life is a bit sucky right now. So, have more fun." He says.

"If you only had one week to live what would you do?" He asks. I think for a moment. "Idk." I say.

"Wouldn't you wanna make a bucket list and do things that are fun and crazy?" He asks. I nod, He laughs and eats more steake.

"Well, what do you have in mind?" I ask. "Tommorow me and you are going to peekside cliff." He says.

"No, I'm not going there." I say. I take two large bites out of my sandwich. "Oh come on. Don't whimp out, it'll be fun." He says.

I smile and nod. "Cool." He says.
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I have on a white tank top and have on a dusty rose bikini under. My long blonde hair down to my butt.

I get to the Cliff side and see Michael and a brunette with a tan and red bikini.

"Oh hey Michael." I say, "hey. Hope you don't mind but I brought my girlfriend." He says.

I feel like hiding in a hole and crying. "Oh, yah, no problem." I say holding back tears.

"Hey, im Keke." She says shaking my hand. Her hair is large brunette curls and hazel eyes.

Her face is round with high cheekbones and a perfect nose. Her boobs peek out her top and her hair is medium length.

"Okay, so when we get down there I have a picnic set up with food." Michael says, he kisses Keke and we walk to the edge of the cliff.

I hold Michael's hand and He holds Keke's. " On three, one, two, three!" He shouts. We all jump and before I know it we're all under water.

I swim to the surface of the blue waters blinking salt water out of my eyes. We all swim to the sandy shore and sit on the blanket. "That was so fun!" I shout, "told you, you just have to live a little." He says.

I nod and he leans over kissing Keke. My eyes burn and I look away. "Okay, let's eat some food." He says.

He opens the basket and puts food on our plates. Grapes, macaroni salad, and a turkey sandwich.

"Thanks," I say to Michael. He nods and we all begin to eat our food. "So, after this maybe we can go out." Keke says to Michael.

I didn't even know that he had a girlfriend. It sucks, but why'd he kiss me that day.

We finish our food and I put my T-shirt back on and leave to my car driving home.
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I'm sitting criss cross applesauce on my bed crying. This has been the worst year ever. Senior year was supposed to be really fun.

I choke on my tears and eat another piece of my choclate from my Hershey bar.

Eating my way out of my sadness worked for Clay and now for Michael. My phone rings and it reads 'Clay'.

I hit ignore and then lay back in my bed biting on the chocolate bar. I eat all of it and throw away the wrapper.

I go in my covers and turn off the lamp. Then fall asleep after a couple of minutes.