Embracing the Storm
Disclaimer: they don't belong to me…hahaha they belong to Meg Cabot
Rating: R
I Michael Moscovitz, never did like the rain. Cold, wet, and Uncomfortable. It's as if the sky was in a depressing mood, and poured out its sorrow into the only place it knew: our streets.
There was only one thing I enjoyed about the rain; it was the color of the sky. That beautiful silvery gray it turned always made me stop and just look, taking in the beauty of it. There was none liked it in the world. Of course, what soon came after was nothing worth staring at, and as I have mentioned previously, I detest the rain.
The outside to the Moscovitz's high rise apartment, looked slightly foreboding as Michael headed towards the door. Nodding at the doorman he stepped lightly towards the elevator.
It had been awhile since he'd been home, having run off to college and never coming home for Chanukah or any other holiday for that matter. It had almost been two years since he'd last seen his family. They'd be surprised to see him now, considering he didn't bother calling or writing them.
He took out his keys, which he still had, and unlocked the door.
"Hello? Anyone home? "His voice reverberated throughout the seemingly empty house. That's when he heard his sister. She came running towards the door at full speed and stopped breathless in front of him.
"OH.MY.GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? You don't visit, you don't call, you don't e-mail, IM, or even write a letter in practically two years. You cut me out of your life, and you expect me to welcome you with open arms!"
Her eyes were wild with anger, and even…were those tears? Yes. In fact Lilly Moscovitz had let her guard down. Never had she intended to cry in front of her brother. She had full intentions of giving him a piece of her mind and kicking him out. Unfortunately, her emotions had other plans.
Michael looked into his sisters baby blue eyes and saw all the pain he had caused her. It was all there waiting for him to read like a book. All he wanted right now was to take his sister and hold her, just so the pain would stop. But with Lilly, you couldn't do that, at least not right away. She'd have his head off in a minute. The only thing he could offer was,
"Lilly, I'm so sorry" it was then she pulled him into the house and hugged her brother fiercely, sobbing the entire time.
"Why Michael? Why didn't you at least talk to me? I missed you so much."
"I'm sorry I really am. I just…I needed to be away I guess. Not from you but from….everything." I hugged her hard, wanting to show her that I meant what I was saying. "Mom and dad? Where are they?"
"Out."Reconnecting" in Italy, or something like that. They won't be back for the next month."
Month?' "Woah. That's…that's a long time to leave you by yourself."
"Oh shut up. I'm 19 years old Michael. I can care for myself." Lilly closed the door, and walked into the kitchen. She noticed her brother had put his things down, and was casually looking at the pictures on the wall. "Nothing's really changed Michael…oh, except for one thing-" at that moment, someone who had gone unnoticed for the past 20 minutes, suddenly appeared out of one of the bedrooms.
"Lilly, I can't get this damn i-pod to work." It was then that Michael saw them: those eyes, the color of the clouds before a storm. They bore straight through him, almost causing him to weep and to scream. Those eyes were the very reason he had left, the reason he moved as far as he could from the place he called home. And they belonged to none other than Mia Thermopolis.
