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Michael All his songs were politicly moved. You can wrap my sheets round you if you want?
Michael What's your favourite song? *Takes a swig of his beer*
Michael You like Bob Marley then?
Michael Ok then...
Michael Well Londons pretty far from Hull.
Michael *Nods along. Takes out his Smiths tape and puts in a Bob Marley tape. Picks up his ash tray and walks back over to the bed and sits down...
Michael *Gets up and walks over to his mini fridge and takes out a beer, and chucks a beer to her.* That's our typical English summer.
(I was hoping that's what you meant.) Michael *Takes a seat on his bed and quietly listens to Ask by The Smiths.* Do you want a beer?
(Please remember this is set in 1995.)
Michael Come on in. *Closes the door behind her and runs up to his room.*
Michael *Puts in his Smiths tape then quickly runs down the stairs. Walks through the living room and raises a judging eyebrow at his Dad who is...
Michael *Shrugs. Trudges to his wardrobe and changes into a plain White t shirt, baggyish light wash jeans and a red and black plaid shirt...
Michael Oh right... Do you wanna come round and listen to music?
Michael Don't think so. I'll just get the beer.
Michael Alright then. Can you also bring some beer cause the others just bring that rank shit?
Michael *Laughs a little* Why don't you come too?
Michael Me and a few of the lads are off to go play football on field. You?
Michael *Lays down on his bed* Hey, my Dad said you called.
Michael *Unlocks the door* You in Dad? Archie: Yeah! Michael: *Steps inside and notices that his dad has cleaned up after himself.* Wow......
Michael I'll see you all later then. *Walks home quietly dordling down on his way.*