The truth is never far behind Who: Micah and Oz When: After school Where: Snow White Sweets
Micah put his cellphone back in his pocket and bristled. His mother had just called him to tell him she was making a special dinner for them and that he should pick up some dessert on the way home from school. Sometimes, Micah couldn't tell if his mother legitimately forgot he couldn't eat food anymore or if she was in some form of denial. She wanted to celebrate him being so brave and making it through a week of school. Of course, Micah had wanted nothing better than to stay at home and never have to leave but a better part of him knew that he had to get up and keep going somehow. And if that involved sometimes having to be hurt so that his mother could fulfill a fantasy, he'd endure it. He also knew where his mom's favorite dessert place was. They'd only visited a few times since Rebekah was turned but his mom had fallen in love with this little sweet shop on 9th Street just up the road from his high school. He'd had had some fae blood earlier - he'd learned that trick from the blood bank - but he still pulled his hood over his head. It was warm but as Micah didn't sweat or feel heat, it wasn't a big deal for him. He hadn't even realized he was running but he was at the Snow White Sweets in practically no time. It was one of the very few benefits of his embrace. And it certainly did not outweigh the costs. He paused outside the door and bristled again. There was a very distinct possibility Oz was working. Oz had just graduated from SOHS and they had been friends pretty decent friends before all this had happened. Sure, Oz had been on the football team and Micah played basketball (which meant they rarely got to see each other because they played in the same season) but he had respect for Oz...and had facepalmed at some of the things the other boy had done.
Micah closed his eyes for a second and pushed the door open. Keeping his hoodie up, which must have looked strangely suspicious, he walked up to the display case and looked at the cupcakes. His mother loved chocolate cupcakes and swore that Mrs. Snow's cupcakes were to die for. Micah winced a little bit at the expression. He located the cupcakes his mother had been raving about on her last visit and reached into his pocket for some money. Really, the faster he got out of here, the less likely he'd have to talk to Oz or any of his family members that recognized him. He really didn't want to have to deal with any questions. Oz had always been pretty intuitive and Micah had this nagging feeling that Oz would somehow know something was wrong. He turned his neck a little bit. Micah felt another headache coming on. For some reason, he got these headaches anytime he tried to make a decision...which was, frankly, often. Micah rubbed his forehead and looked up to place an order.