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Michael.
Isabel's the love of your life echoed in my head as I was driving with Max back to his house. I had told Max that it was important that we were alone, and he understood immediately that this was serious. He pulled over on the curb, jumping out. I felt like I'm moving in slow-motion. I can't remember how I got to Maxs' room, only that I couldn't help but stare at his sisters' door. When I got inside his room, Isabel was sitting on Maxs' bed. I gulped and tried to look away from her. Even though I know how she looks, she seemed even more beautiful now, as she sits at the bed, sunshine shinning through the window and down on her hair, making it illuminate in a golden colour. She opened her red, plumb lips to say something, but Max got before her.
"So, what's going on, Michael?" I leaned against his door. Isabel looked down on the floor, like it was more interesting.
"I'm being followed, and two days ago, an agent were in my apartment." Max frowns.
"But how can that be possible?"
"I really don't know. I escaped by blasting him. Can I stay here?" I try to keep it short, since I didn't want to babble.
"Don't mention it", he said, hugging me. Max is one of the only persons that I hug, and it making me feel more at ease, to know that I always can count on him. I open my eyes, and see that Isabel, is looking at me. When I have caught her gazing at me, she looks away, ashamed perhaps. I frown. I hadn't given it a thought that she also lives under this roof.
"I'll go down and explain this to my parents." He motions for the door. Isabel gets up and says that she will go back to her room, now that the matter has been discussed. Clearly trying to avoid being alone with me. It hurts that she clearly feels uncomfortable being alone with me, not to mention even when Max was here.
"Izz", I say before even giving it a second thought. She stops up, turning to me.
"Don't be like this."
"Be like what, Michael?" Ugh, she's playing dumb, trying to shut me out.
"Avoiding me." She avoids my gaze.
"I'm not", she laughs nervously and leaves the room.
Isabel.
I fall onto my bed, head first. Ugh, why is he being like this? Why did he have to kiss me? It had all started there. Or… no, it actually all started when Tess had arrived, making us remember some of our old lives. A part of me wants to be with Michael, but I can't. And he can't either. I'm with Alex. He's with Maria. Think if she had to go through the same stuff, Liz had.
I turn my head on a pillow, hugging it tight. But something that irritates me more than Michaels dreams, is my dreams. Awhile ago, I had some of the same dreams that Michael had about me, but they were my own. I didn't dream-walk him, I just dreamt. Ugh! I need answers, and I think that Tess is the one to turn for them. I hear Max climb up the stairs, open and close the door. I close my eyes. Right now he would be telling Michael that he could sleep. Max would have told our parents another lie. That Michael perhaps felt alone in his big apartment, or that he was having a hard time, something like that. I shouldn't have closed my eyes, 'cause now I'm dreaming. I know it because I can feel how I strive to come up to my conscious-state.
It was Tess. She's smiling at me, offering me her hand. I take it. We're at the mall, shopping. I tried on this beautiful dress.
"Do you think I look fat in this?" I ask, turning to see my body from every possible angle, trying to decide if I want the dress or not. I look at her. She's holding a blue shirt in her hand, and frowns.
"How can you not look fat?" She rolls her eyes and returns to studying the garment she's holding. What? I look down myself, to find out that I'm suddenly pregnant. Then I wake up.
I feel a bit groggy from the dream. Afternoon sleeping does that to me. Moms' head pops in from my door.
"Do you know how many times I've called on you, young lady?" Her face telling me that she did like that I didn't call back.
"Sorry, I was sleeping", I murmur.
"Well, there's supper now. Oh, Michael, where have you been?"
A surge goes through my stomach. Michael. I knew that he would be standing right outside my door, talking to my mom.
"Sorry, Mrs. Evans, I was occupied."
Michael.
Her mom must have called her at least twenty times now. Was she sleeping or something? I knock on Isabel's door, cracking it open slowly. She lay splayed on her bed, frowning in her sleep. I motioned over to her, kneeling at her side. A strand of her honey-coloured hair was lining her face. I moved it with two fingers to behind her ear. I heard somebody come up the stairs, probably her mother. I got out silently and retrieved away, so that Mrs. Evans wouldn't see me.
"Well, dinner's server now. Did you hear that, Isabel?"
Her door suddenly opens and Isabel comes out.
"Yes, mother." She smiles at her mother. Mrs. Evans shrugs and walks down the stairs. Isabel crosses her arms and heads for the stairs.
"Wait, Izz."
"What? What is it that you want?"
"I want to talk to you. Why won't you talk to me?"
She shrugs her head, and turn for the stairs again. I grab her arm, not letting her get away so easily. A jolt of something went through my arm so strong, that I think she might have blasted me. She looks at me at my hand as if it was on fire. I loosen my grip, but won't let her go.
"We have to talk about it."
"Well, that's too bad, because there's nothing to talk about. I'm with Alex, you're with Maria. That's the way it is."
She wriggles herself out of my grip, running down the stairs. I didn't know what to say. I had almost ended my relationship with Maria, but I didn't know that her feelings for Alex were that strong. I walk down and the scent of food - good food - reach my nostrils.
"Smells lovely!" I exclaim, looking at Mrs. Evans.
"Well, aren't you sweet, Michael? Too bad my husband couldn't be here. He's working on something on his work lately, that occupies him a lot."
We sat down and ate, 'til my stomach hurt. Then we watched a movie. Max, Isabel and I on the couch, Mrs. Evans in a luxurious chair.
I can feel her presence. Notice every time she moves, when she sighs, combing her hair with her fingers. When the movie was over he headed for the beds. I slept in Max's room on an unfolding bed. I went to sleep. And the dreams came to me almost immediately. I was with Isabel and our unborn baby. She was smiling, that rare smile that got all the way up to her eyes. And laughing, too. We held our child close to us, and as I looked down on it, it spoke to Isabel.
"Mom, you need dad."
Then I woke up, sweat driving off of me. My heart pouncing in my throat, feeling sick to the pit of my stomach.
"Isabel…" I whisper.
I get up and walk into her room, knocking lightly in case she was asleep. I crack the door open. She stood there in her pj's, looking out her window.
"Michael…" she whispered, her eyes wet. I don't care if she didn't want me to touch, but right now I could feel that she needed me to comfort her. I walked over to her and hugged her. She sobbed against my chest, leaving wet marks.
"Michael, I'm scared."
"Scared of what? The agents? You know we'll-"
"No, Michael. I'm afraid for our child." I frown.
"What? Why…"
"I think it's dying."
