"Mike?" Rebecca asked, finding her in the library. "You're going to change into something more comfy?"
"Only my pajamas," Michaela replied, glancing at her light-blue dress. Rebecca's party was just finished, and all Michaela could think was get off of that heels and collapse into the couch, possibly with a medical journal.
"No way, girl; we're hanging out with a few friends, and you're going to come with us," Rebecca explained, smiling widely. She loved spending time with her little sister, but she doesn't have often a chance to do it: Michaela was always or at the hospital, or at school, or studying in her room. And if she would have some free hours, the first person with whom she would like to spend them was always their father.
"Where to?" Michaela asked, twisting her mouth. She sure wasn't thrilled about the idea.
"Hank's. Dorothy, Grace, and other guys are waiting for us"
"Oh, no, Becca. Thank you, but I'm not coming. I'm really tired and I wanted to study, tonight. Besides, tomorrow I'm working."
"If I remember correctly, your shift starts at 6 PM. So, you're gonna change or not?".
Michaela snorted but shook her head: "No, I'm coming with this dress. It's decent"
"You're gorgeous, little one. Go on, take your purse. We'll wait for you in the car".
When Robert, Becca's husband, discovered that actually his wife has convinced her little sister, was really impressed: only Joseph could convince his daughter to do something she doesn't want to do.
"You'll have fun, cutie pie," he teased the young woman when she entered the car.
"Oh, stop calling me like this: this night is going to be a disaster on its own, so you: spare me!".
"Rebecca and Robert are on their way, and guess what? They're bringing Mike!" Dorothy exclaimed, reading a text from Becca.
"I'm sure they had to force that poor thing to go out," Grace, a nice-looking, black young woman commented. She owned a little restaurant just across the street from Memorial, so she got used to know Mike's attitude.
"Oh, girl, it doesn't matter! Mike's coming, for once! This is the greatest new!".
Three other guy were with the two women: Robert E, Grace's husband – grinning about the women's conversation: he had met Mike a few times, and she sure was an hard thing – Sully and Cloud Dancing, a Native American man. They were glancing at each other, and Cloud Dancing was sure his friend wasn't enjoy the night at all.
"Women," Sully whispered in his friend ear. "All this fussy about this Mike fella ain't necessary".
Cloud Dancing chuckled, when a group of three entered the bar and Dorothy and Grace begun to scream in ecstasy. Sully eyed the objects of much excitement: a couple holding hands, and a young women, with a light-blue dress, black coat and heels, and long hair combed in a ponytail.
"Mike, I'm so happy you're here!" Dorothy yelled hugging the girl. Sully's jaw drop. This was Mike?
"Come on, I want you to meet everyone!" Dorothy continued, taking the girl's hand. "Mike" hugged Grace, smiling lovely.
"You already met Robert E., my husband," Grace said.
"Yes of course," she replied with the sweetest voice. "How are you?"
"Fine, thanks. Nice to see ya here, Mike".
Dorothy tuned to Sully, while Cloud Dancing was shaking hands with the enchanting Rebecca and her husband.
"This is Sully," Dorothy announced. "Sully, this is Mike"
"Mike?" he replied, raising an eyebrow. "Nice to meet you, Mike. I'm Sully"
"My name is Michaela," she corrected, glancing at the man in front of her: ha was shorter than Robert, with long, wavy honey hair. He was all muscular: his jaw, his chest, his shoulder. He had amazing, sweet lips and a pair of piercing blue eyes. They were the bluest thing she had ever seen in her life.
Sully returned her gaze. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Delicate, porcelain skin. A bright smile, with perfect teeth. And two big eyes: they were shining like diamonds and they were two different colors! she had a ponytail, as he noticed, and her hair was auburn. Plus, she had the perfect figure, even if she wasn't tall.
She flashed and smile and went away, to her sister: a little taller than her, with dark-brown hair. Real pretty, but nothing like her sister.
"Mike's easy ah the eyes, don't ya think, boy?" Robert E. questioned, approaching his friend.
"She's real pretty," Sully murmured.
"Why don't ya go to her and see if she wants something to drink?"
"I don't think it's the type of girl who likes to be spoiled," Sully replied, glancing at her, sitting at the bar.
"C'mon, man, ya don't have to spoil her; just being nice".
Sully sighed and approached Michaela. Her figure at the bar was the most… artistic thing he have ever seen.
"Hey, you," he said cheerfully, sitting by her side. She smile but didn't reply, so he asked: "What do ya wanna drink?"
"I'm not that type of girl," she replied, obviously annoyed.
"What type?" Sully replied. She was confusing him.
"The type of girl you're used to. Those girls pretty and well-dressed waiting just for you to show up and buy them drink".
Sully froze. She spoiled his intention with a sentence. He sighed: "Well, ya pretty and well-dressed, too, but I can't see your point. I was just tryin' ta be nice, but if ya don't like the company…"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude," she explain immediately. "It's just…"
"It's ok. So, about that drink?"
"A Red Malibu, thank you".
With that, things went on easily. She was quite eloquent and with a great sense of humor. In something about twenty minutes they were talking only to each others, completely ignoring the rest of their group.
"You doesn't have the New England accent, where are you from?" she asked.
"I was born in New York but spent a lotta my like back in Colorado"
"And what do you do her in Boston, if you don't mind me asking?". With a smile like that, how could he mind?
"I'm an architect. I'm working at the new area of the Memorial"
"That's where I work", she informed him, smiling.
"You're a nurse or something?"
"A doctor. Well, I'll be one in June, when I'll graduate". He was really impressive. "A doctor? That's great". He noticed she was glancing at some couple, dancing in the middle of the room.
"Wanna dance?" he asked. He was much of a dancer, but the thought of having her in his arms was worth it.
She smiled back, and nodded: "Yes, that would be nice. Thank you".
Sully took her hand, heading her to the dance floor. When the music began, he wrapped his arms around her waist. After seconds, she did the same, around his neck.
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"I love this song!" she said, smiling widely.
Baby, I just don't get it – do you enjoy being hurt?
I know you smelled the perfume, the make-up on his shirt.
Do you believe his stories? You know that they're all lies.
Ad as you are, you stick around and I just don't know why.
She closed her eyes, sighing softly. She doesn't seemed content or relax, just… troubled. She said she loves this song, Sully thought, caressing her skin with his eyes. Maybe it was bringing up bad memories? He was about to ask her something, but she give it up suddenly. Felting her relax in his arms, he didn't want to get her nervous.
If I was your man – baby you
Never worry about – what I do
I'd be coming home – back to you
Every night, doing it right.
You're the type of woman who deserves good things
Fistful of diamonds, your hand full of rings –
Baby you're a star, I just want to show you, you are…
Sully wasn't often interested in girls. Well, not in any girl. But there was something about this one, about the way she locked her eyes with his. He know she was different, even if he had met her only for a few hours. Just the thought of someone being mean at her could make he felt a surge of fury.
You should let me love you, let me be the one to give you everything you want and need;
baby good love and protections, make me you selection
show you the way love's supposed to be.
Baby, you should let me love you.
He wrapped stronger his arms around her, bringing her more close. Oh, how he wish she could rest her head on his shoulder. She seems so reluctant, wasn't she feeling the same way about him? The song's lyrics were speaking out loud his feelings: if she left he loved her, he sure would treat her like a diamond. Wait: did he just thought LOVE? Was he falling for her?
Listen
Your true beauty's description looks so good that it hurts
You're a dime plus ninety-nine and it's a shame
Don't even know what you're worth
Everywhere you go they stop and stare
Cause you're bad and it shows
From your head to your toes, Out of control, baby you know
Falling for her. You deserve better girl - you know you deserve better
She was a stunning beauty. Her hair brushed against his hands, wrapped around her waist. He was completely enamored with her beautiful face, with the way her eyes twinkled at him. He was sure: she wasn't only beautiful. There was more, and he was ready to find it out.
We should be together girl
With me and you it's whatever girl
So can we make this thing ours?
"Maybe. If I have time"
"I'll look for ya. It's a promise".