I could never see this coming. Just one week ago I hated this one-eyed green lame excuse for a monster. But the hell, look at him.
I lay on the top of our bunk bed, pretending to be asleep, while Mike sits on the floor reading. This boy is unbelievable. He's still studying in 3 in the morning.
"We gotta win this", I can hear him whisper, his voice filled with the tension, just like every other time he talks about his goals.
He's so adorable. Also, irritatingly stubborn when it comes to fulfilling what he has in mind. It's weird how, with time, I started to see him as less irritating and more adorable.
"God, if we don't win this"...he whispers to himself.
I lean over the edge of my bed to look at him. "Mike, go to sleep, please, you'll be tired tomorrow", I say softly.
"I can't Sully", he says, "I'm too nervous too sleep". His voice sounds tired, and in the dim moonlight, he looks like a zombie. He looks scarier when he is tired, then when he tries to look scary.
"Mike, you have to", I say getting off of my bed to stand next to him. I take away the book from his hands and he tries to fight back, but he's too weak to do so, even when he is well rested, let alone in this condition.
"Here, I'll sleep with you tonight", I say the words that I have rehearsed in my head for the last half an hour while picking Mike up.
I lay down on his bed and curl up around him. "Good night", I say to him, but he has already fallen asleep. So much for his insomnia...
He moves closer to me and I close my eyes, let myself feel his body against mine.
How did this happen, how did I fall in love with this boy? I hated him. And he probably hates me.
I'm a born heartbreaker, how hard could it be for me to make him fall in love with me? I fall asleep with that question in my mind and Mike's name on my lips.