Met watched the act without a trace of a smile, tilting his head. “I don’t really have a lot. It’s okay. I can do it.” He started to bumble towards his room, awkwardly swinging his arms.
Micah busted out in laughter. "Olive, I don't know what's gotten into you, but you are a mess." He pulled her into her arms.
"I'm freakishly nervous right now." She looked up to him. "What if he doesn't like it? What if he doesn't like us? I don't want get attached but I want him to like us Micah, I can' lose another one." She rambled, pressing her face into Micah's chest as he rubbed her back.
(Hhhhmmmmmm did you want to skip?r)
((Yeah, perhaps when they get to the house?))
(That sounds good!)
((Alright!))
Micah pulled into the driveway and Olive clicked a button to open the garage. Micah pulled in all the way to make room for Met's truck. He didn't get out the car until he was sure the boy was parked.
Met carefully parked, his hands tensed on the wheel. He pulled in carefully, as to not scratch the other car, parking. He grabbed his rucksack and got out slowly, peering around the cool garage.
