After sitting in the window for ten minutes, food untouched besides for the smalls picks off of the brownie he had decided to snack on, Micheal decided to go take a shower. Pulling off his shirt he walked across the hall in just his pants and got in the shower, deciding to have a cold shower rather than a hot one.
He wasn't used to the heat of the summer, even with his memory gone his body wasn't used to all this heat. He used to live in Alaska where snowing in the summer was not unusual, as he set his glasses on the table near the sink and stepped in he shivered at the cold water but then soon grew used to it, he washed his black hair and cleaned himself, after a while he just stood in the cold water, his eyes closed. 

He stepped out of the shower when he felt his fingers turning into the texture of raisins, he wrapped a towel around himself and put on his glasses, walking to his bedroom and then getting dressed.
Too hot to put on a shirt, instead, Micheal just pulled on some boxers and laid on top of his covers, uncomfortable in all this heat. But soon it made him drift into unconsciousness and he slept without dreams.
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"Micheal! Micheal! It's time to wake up sweetheart!" May knocked on his door several times, he felt so groggy and out of place on the bed, this damn jet-lag was messing up his motions. 
"Micheal, get up, the neighbors are coming over today!" 
[i]'The neighbors?'[/i] He opened it eyes and sighed "Which neighbors?"
"The one's right across from us." 
"Alright...I'm up." He muttered sleepily before burying his head back into the pillow. 

He groaned loudly as he sat up, brushing his hair out of his face he grabbed his glasses and put them on, blinking tiredly and then getting up completely.
He walked to his suitcase which he hadn't unpacked yet and got dressed, a white button up shirt with a black vest, a black tie, and dark blue jeans. It was his favorite outfit and he wanted to make an 'okay' first impression, so he decided to wear this, maybe the neighbors would like it as well, not like he cared about what they thought, but he didn't want them to hate him right off that bat. 

As he walked downstairs, his messy black hair having been slicked down with product so it didn't look too bad, he spotted two girls already in the living room with his aunt, she must have invited them in already. 
They looked to be twins, one extremely loud and girlish, the other looking uncomfortable and boyish. The loud ones voice almost wanted to make him yell to shut up but he fought the instinct and instead walked over to the boyish one. It took him a few seconds before he realized this was the girl who he had been not-so spying on. 
This just furthered his interest in her. 

He walked over to them but before he could get away with talking to just the short haired redhead his aunt had spotted him "Oh! Micheal, dear, these are the neighbors girls, they are so charming." 
Charming? The girlish one, perhaps but the boyish one looked just like she wanted to leave already.
Micheal said nothing instead of voicing his opinion, he didn't want his aunt to get angry at him. 

"You seem to be busy talking to-." 
"This is Anais." His aunt introduced her for him. 
"-Anais. So, why don't I talk to her sister, wouldn't want her to see left out, eh?" He questioned, a small charming directed at his aunt. She grinned at him and nodded, "so polite." 

 Micheal looked at the short haired redhead and nodded once, "so, would you like to join me outside?" He asked, dying to get out of this place so he could drop the suave polite boy act that he only upheld for his aunt.