Jensen kept a recovery drink in her water bottle the next day. She was kind of upset that she had to continue her schooling, even when her head was pounding. She wore glasses to cover up her baggy eyes, and the lights that burned her every time she looked up. The glasses were a hit. It kind of covered of the evidence, or so she thought. She walked towards the pool area, where she needed to brush her eyes with the water that had chemicals, or anything to sting her eyes with pain. It didn't bother her that much, but she didn't expect Stephanie to be there, having her eyes stuck on her computer. She didn't notice Jensen walk in, nor did Jensen notice that Stephanie was sitting on the white steps that watched over the pool, until a kid started to yell inside of there, Stephanie's eyes looking straight at Jensen. "What are you doing here, Jensen?" She asked. Jensen didn't have an answer, so of course she didn't say anything back. Stephanie kept asking, and Jensen kept ignoring. The weirdness was still falling into place. She didn't want this to happen. She thought it would be easy. She thought a conversation would just come naturally, but now, it just feels like someone was stabbing her multiple times with a cold, shaved knife. She should of been there for her. The day she found out she lost her baby, Jensen could of been there, making her feel okay, but no, she just ran away from her problems. Stephanie has been there for her problems. What is Jensen going to do with hers? "...I'm sorry." Jensen gave up saying, falling to her knees as her eyelids didn't leave the sight of the water. A little part of Jensen kind of died a tiny bit, like how their eyes met, making her feel worse than she already was. When did she become such a bad friend? Maybe it had to do with that fact she already lost someone she really cared about due to lacking in the friendship department. Sure, maybe it makes more sense for her to be there for Stephanie, but at the same time, she was too scared to get too attach to a friend, because there's always going to be bad luck running through the thick air. She didn't want to see her best friend dead. Blood covering up most of her body, her heart not beating. Such a fear Jensen has, but did it really make sense to her?
Stephanie didn't answer, she wasn't exactly expecting to hear an apology coming out of the young girl's mouth. Well... Maybe that's because she's Jensen. Jensen wasn't the sorry kind of type. She was pretty independent, and hardly knows a thing about love or friendship for that matter, so yeah, hearing those words coming out of her mouth surprised her. Through the most part of it all, she appreciated how she said sorry. Even if she was pretty late. "Don't worry about it. You didn't do anything wrong. It was my fault for trusting Michael into something so big like that. He's not that mature as I thought." She chuckled, eyes tempting to go right back to her computer so Jensen couldn't see the pain rushing through her face. She didn't want to make it obvious that she still had feelings for the guy. The guy that has his eyes on a girl that wasn't her. It was Alaska Stone. Alaska doesn't want to try the love thing with Michael, but he just waltzing himself back to her. It's pretty sad. Tempting for Stephanie to say something before it's too late. She didn't want to see Michael in a state where the only thing she sees is his tears falling from his face, like the night he killed the baby. Not after selfish reasons. He wasn't even thinking about himself that night. Reasons why Stephanie found herself wanting more and more every times he comes around, having one of his signature smiles just washing up across his stupid, not so ugly face. "Okay, thank god." Jensen said, shrugging her shoulders back. She still felt bad though. Sadly.
"You can leave the paper work right there." Alaska sighed, her head getting all rumbled out as she looked at the piles of paperwork people left her for the entire weekend, it made her rethink her job, but the friends she gathered up in this hell hole is enough for her to stay. Even if the work was a pain in an ass. She looked across the table, glanced at the black haired man, "It's already eleven. You should go before I see you drool all over my desk, which might end up on Youtube with the caption 'dummy vampire drooling.'. Classic right there." She chuckled at her own joke. The way she smiled though. It made his face all heat up from blushing, which felt like it could be permanently stained across his delicate face that stored so much history. Some history none of the other people know about, including Stephanie and Jensen. He hardly knows himself about the stories that were dragged along with him over the pass two hundred years. Michael chuckled right back at her joke, tired and worn, but he knows when to laugh at someone he truly loves. "I can't... Leaving you sounds really evil. I can't leave you with all this paper piling up one by one. It's just horrible, and seeing you cranky in the morning is just really horrible..." He stopped himself before he could go on. Michael held a secret. The only secret that is owned by one man, and that man is him. "How do you know that?" She chuckled once again, thinking it was a joke. It wasn't though.
Michael and Alaska had history together. It was just buried alive because Michael was too scared to wander off in this world, knowing she could be hurt, or even worse, be killed. It was two years before Michael wandered himself up to Rock Springs, falling in love with Petrova, and stayed around for Jensen. He met her at some meeting for their teaching career years before, and from the moment on, they slowly fell in love with each other. They enjoyed each other's company. Laughed at each other's jokes, and the whole time, Alaska knew he was a vampire, due to being a Stone and all, but she never had that information go over her head. She never thought she would get hurt in the process of loving a man until she almost died because of his brother, Silas, coming in. He craved the smell of blood, even from a Stone like her. Silas almost killed her, letting the blood just savor in his mouth, dripping some of the left overs on the ground. This was one reason why Michael hardly talks to his brother, because it was almost too late to save her. If he didn't help her right away, who knows what would of happened. Her becoming a vampire was the right idea, but she always wanted to stay as a human, because she didn't want to become a blood sucker, having all this horrible karma killing her inside. He had to do was right.
Six years before ;;
Michael and Alaska walked in the road after the accident happened, having vampire blood in her system really helped her recover faster than expected, but she wasn't complaining at all. Michael didn't speak to her half of the walk, he kept all his thoughts just build up every chance he got. He had to do this tonight, or before anything bad happens to her again. A girl like her shouldn't be dragged into the Bass family drama, because no matter what, someone is bound to get hurt, or even killed. He didn't want her to die, because the love he has was too strong to ruin, and letting go seemed like the best option to go. "Why are you so quite, Mr. Bass?" She asked, smiling.
Michael smiled right back, stopping in his tracks, "I'm thinking about marrying you, Alaska Stone." She raised her eyebrows, "Are you asking me to be your future wife?" He shrugged his shoulders back enough to realize this was going to be their last conversation, "Only if you agree to such a thing."
"I'm always going to agree with you." She said, rubbing her lips against his. The way they kissed though. Fireworks bloomed up, and never exactly went down. It was always raised.
That's where a soft tear ran off his face when their lips parted, his palms grabbing a hold of her cheeks, eyes deepening in hers, "I want you to forget about me. I want you to move on, find more excitement without me. You're smart, so you'd probably get a job somewhere great. I want you to fall in love with someone, making sure they will give you everything you've ever desired. You have to move on, and yes, please just be happy. You've never met me before, so please turn around and let your life just move on." Alaska nodded her head, turning around. Before Alaska could look back, clueless, Michael was already gone. Letting all his love for the girl stay inside of him.
Michael shook his head, trying to let the memory he saved for all these years. He couldn't find himself telling her that story, so the story was always kept secret. "I can handle a few papers, Bass." She gave our a snort, letting one knee up, her beer just close to her lips, chucking the alcohol down her throat. "I know you can. You're Alaska Stone, you can do anything." He was sure he said that a million times before when they were together. It was true. She could do anything. She was that special. "These are some files that have information on Jensen, and all she's been doing these past couple of years being a vampire. I need this... I hope you don't mind me staying, but I'd love to stay."
"How the heck did you know that? I thought it was pretty obvious that I was doing 'school'' work." She gave him a confused look."I'm not stupid. You're not the only one that has so many questions running along their veins. I've had people come in, and break into Carroll's study to know what the hell created Jensen. Including my ex girlfriend, Petrova. The information she had on her was amazing, so I give her credit on that, but still. I'm really not stupid." He chuckled, throwing his shoulders in the air.
"God, you're good." She nodded her head in agreement.
He's been wearing himself out ever since they had that dance, breathing the same air as one another. She didn't want to say anything to ruin the friendship they had going on, even if the friendship was partly around the idea of being together. Alaska got herself off the chair she's been stuck in for the past couple of hours, and walked herself to the kitchen that was right behind the corner. Michael followed her lead, "How exactly have you been? It seems like you never tell me about your life."
"That's because it's none of your business. It's my life, not yours." Michael nodded his head, "You're right. It's none of my business." He swallowed, letting saliva just run down his thick, burning throat. "Go home, Bass."
"I..."
"We've been talking for hours. You need the sleep. It's not healthy for you to watch me as I work, and play around with the information that holds the secrets of the disease Jensen has." She grounded out, "But I highly doubt you'll even leave, because you're stubborn like that. It's pretty annoying." He chuckled, only because it was true. "Sometimes I miss the old days, y'know?" He whispered, "The days where every time you walk on the streets you see someone fall in love, holding flowers behind their back, surprising their lady with a ring right in the dang middle of it."
"That world doesn't exist." She found herself saying. The idea of that sounded amazing. Beautiful. She looked down at her mug.
"All you see now is vampires hurting people, and people just breaking up on the streets. It's pretty insane."
"That's just horrible. People like that should be dead." She laughed, taking a small sip of her coffee she just poured in her cup. "You're horrible." He said. "You're not so bad yourself."
"You can't help the feeling you have unresolved feelings for me, yeah? You've tried so many things to get rid of those feelings, but nothing comes out well. You just want to let go. Did he get closer to her? Probably. "Michael." She held her breath in, knowing he was getting closer to her. She noticed that they were breath away, so she swallowed, suddenly very aware that he was going to try to kiss her. Not that she didn't want it to happen, it was just something she never thought would happen this moment. He ducked his head down, just slightly, cheeks nearly pressing against hers. "I'm going to take the chance." He whispered, hot air just raving into her ear. "Don't do that." She whispered right back, looking at him against, eyes straighten out when she saw a glimpse of his lips almost close to hers. She bit down on her lower lip, her hands landing on his shoulders so she couldn't lose her balance. She yelped when she felt his hands grabbed her entire body, letting her sit on the table, hands still on his shoulders. Inches away from brushing their lips against each other's. Only a breath away. She kept reminding herself that. Maybe for one night. Maybe for a lifetime. Just maybe. Why the heck was he not moving away? She dared herself to move her chin, and then finally looking back at him. She saw him swallow, his own blue sparkling eyes flickering to her must-be paling lips. Something in her stomach quivered at the way his soft hands held on her hip, and the way his hot breath hit her cheeks. "Why now?" she found herself asking in a whisper, unable to look away from his eyes. It had something on her.
The corner of his mouth twitched, feeling one hand just squeeze her tightly, "Why not?" he whispered in return, eyes closed now, leaning closer. Alaska held her breath, getting closer and closer to the guy before she finally had the last word, "I have a boyfriend."
Michael let go of her, walking backwards, not having the ability to look away from the girl. His eyes were filled with confusion. He clutched his jaw until she said one more word, "And he asked me to marry him earlier. I said yes, so yeah, kissing you would totally ruin things." To Michael, the way she said those words made him feel like someone punched him in the face. He had to absorb the pain, and it didn't feel good at all. His body was burning, like it was on fire somehow. The way the words just got him. It hit him, straight in the gut, and all he could do was just look at her, couldn't say a word if he wanted to. He shouldn't have bothered for the past couple of months, trying to drag the girl right back in his life, because it feels like he wasted it all on something that would never be his. "I'm happy for you." He was lying, and all his lies were dragged with him when he ran out of the room so fast. He never wanted to go back. He didn't bother for the past couple of months seeing the love of his life just love another man that wasn't him. Even if he wanted her to have that life, but knowing it's coming true, it didn't feel right to him. He was done trying after all.