To The End || Michael Langdon [AHS]

13| First Glance.

Although, this was his first interaction without his grandmother by his side, Michael knew he can't say he was out in the yard staring at her. That he wanted to be close to her, because he feels a connection between them. A connection that wasn't based on her appearance, but on something more. Something he couldn't explain.

"I-uh..." He stumbled on his words, before Mae cut him off.

"Oh, are you the new sitter? You know, for Carter? Ms. Little told me how you were coming over to feed the dog and will be sitting for her son Carter when they get back. I was suppose to let you in, but I see you found you're way in. The house key is under the gnome holding the pink flower." Mae explained, making an idea pop into Michael's head.

With a quick nod, Michael responded with a yes. Before Mae could ask anymore questions, he asked, "So, did you do anything wrong? I mean, since you can't come down and have this conversation face-to-face."

Mae fell silent for a minute. How could she tell a boy she just met that the reason she's in her room all day is because of the object he was currently holding in his hands.

"Well..." She trailed off, meeting Michael's eyes for a second time that day. "I may have stolen my brother's walkie-talkies and hid them from him."

She broke into a small smile when seeing a grin spread onto his face as he squinted up at her with his eyebrows raised, "And why did you do that?"

"Because he was being such an ass. You know, being all happy and annoying and all." She muttered. "I know what you're probably thinking, that was stupid and mean."

"It sounds like he got what he deserves. Sometimes people need to know what sadness feels like."

The comment made Mae feel slightly better about her selfish action. She liked talking to Michael. In some odd way, she felt as if he would understand her and the things she would do, things that her grandmother likes to call 'fits'.

"You get it." Mae said.

When hearing Mae happily sigh, Michael broke into another grin. He truly did understand, which means she may understand him.

"Are you going to be coming here more often?" Michael heard Mae asked, who was curled up in the corner of her bay window and staring out into Ms. Little's backyard, where he stood leaning against the fence.

He perked up at the question. He really wanted to.

"Hopefully. My grandmother doesn't trust me out by myself." He answered, his voice showing a little resentment.

"Let me guess. She treats you like a freak, am I right?" Mae sighed, when hearing a sharp intake of breath, the brunette felt for him. "I know the feeling. My grandmother fawns over my looks, but hates everything else about me. She thinks, I'm... a bad girl." Mae smoothly changed her last response. Her grandmother thought of her more than just a bad girl, but there was no way she was going to tell someone she just met that her own flesh and blood thinks she's evil.

"My grandmother does the same too. Looks like we have some things in common."

"You don't irk me, nor annoy me. So, it looks like I have a new friend." Mae asked, making Michael freeze. He never had a real friend before.

"Yeah...friend." He uttered back.

Mae's face scrunched up a little at the horrid background sound. The static was very rough, it made it hard to hear Michael clearly. "Hey, the static is super crazy. So, maybe you can give me your number and we can talk on the phone?"