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Summary: (High School AU) - Michael comes from a very strict and quite religious family, but that doesn’t stop him from having a somewhat of a normal teenage life. He still goes out, though he has an early curfew and rules to follow. He has the mouth of a sailor, but makes sure his parents never hear. He maintains good grades so his parents aren’t ever thrown off. It can be annoying, but he can handle it. But life only becomes too difficult when Gavin Free intervenes.
Winter break had to come to an end, as did every break, much to Ray’s dismay. Though he did seem much more relaxed about having to go to school when the day to go back came. Michael received news when the Sunday before. His dad had picked up extra hours at work and couldn’t pick up Michael after school.
“I would go and pick you up,” his mom began, “but I have my own things to take care of when I get home from work, so I don’t have the time-”
“It’s fine, Mom,” Michael interrupted her, “I’ll be fine walking home.”
“And you’re to come straight home, you understand?”
It was annoying that his mother really thought he would do anything but go home, and it almost made Michael want to be late just to tick her off. The thought did cross his mind the first day he walked home, and it crossed his mind the next day at school up until he was walking home again. His mom would greet him everyday he walked through the door, probably happy because he was obviously obeying her, as if he never did before. Michael would barely smile back. Ever since the forced haircut, Michael just couldn’t look at his mother the same. He still loved her, she was still his mom, but if someone said something negative about her, he wouldn’t defend her.