Hey! Here's chapter 11 to Secure in Your Embrace. I'm out of shool for now (for Chirstmas Vacation) so if you have an update request, let me know since I'm gonna have lots of free time on my hands that I can put aside for writing. This chapter's theme song should be "At Last" by Etta James, which is an awesome song. Okay, well, READ! :D


…I didn't want her to leave, I didn't want her to walk out of that door, but they say that if you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be.

Sorrowfully,
Megamind


October 29, 2010

Dear Journal,

Oh, how wonderful things have happened since the last time I have written in you! I said I was going to leave Metrocity and start over. That I would leave Roxanne and everyone else behind because no one liked me and Roxanne was not interested in me.

This is one of the few times you will hear me say this, but I'm very, very pleased that I was wrong.

Here's the story:

After I was done writing, I actually started to pack away and, of course, the brainbots helped like they always do when we pack to change Evil Lairs. I was trying to organize things and get it all sorted out before Minion would have come back.

The brainbots send an "Intruder Alert", and since I was expecting Minion to have returned from his day off, and the brainbots always mistaken his disguise as an intruder, I shouted "Minion! What is it this time?" and I know that it sounds rude considering he would have just gotten home, if it had indeed been him, but I was in a bad mood. Roxanne just rejected me and left, I wanted to go and move away, I was tired, I was upset and I didn't want anyone, not even Minion, to bother me right then. I didn't want him to try to convince me to stay or tell me that I was being irrational. No, I just wanted to mope around and self-loathe for a while.

But, as I looked around the corner, I didn't see Minion or his disguise, but Roxanne. And not just any version of Roxanne either, no, this was a crying Roxanne. And I don't think language can even begin to portray how I felt when I witnessed her break down into tears. I couldn't tell if the situation was a positive or negative incidence, but I just did what my instinct told me to do: hold her.

I once read that when the girl you love is crying, don't tell them to stop, but, instead, you hold them, let them cry on your shoulder, and just listen to them, if they say anything at all. Well, I took into consideration that suggestion I heard before, and I think it helped her. I whispered into her ear the words, "It's okay," and her grip on me just tightened at that.

She told me she was sorry and I told her that she shouldn't have been. Really, I did feel a little hurt from her and I was glad she apologized, but I couldn't have let her known that I felt I deserved an apology. I mean, I wasn't even sure of my emotions at the time, so how could I expect her to understand that I wanted her to apologize without sounding like a total jerk? I just couldn't, so I lied, naturally. Well, half of me felt like she shouldn't have, but the other half of me felt like she was the one to blame, but I just couldn't let her know that if I really wanted to win her.

But, I don't know, does that make any sense? Sometimes feelings don't make sense, do they? I wish they were always logic-based, so that way, I could understand it better, bearing in mind my most-highest level of intellect, but I don't know how what I feel for her can just be a bunch of atoms and electrons lined up in a certain pattern. There has to be something more than meets the eye (or microscope (micro-scaw-pay)). There just has to be…

Anyways, she apologized, telling me that she felt that she shouldn't have left me just because of her career and that she felt she was being selfish. She asked me to forgive her. How silly is she? Can't she see that I would forgive her no matter what she did? She could tell me she killed a man for all I care; I would still defend her and forgive her. I mean, I know she would never do something like that, because Roxanne is the most caring, loving people I know, but what I'm saying is that…. I don't know what I'm saying. I just know that I'd do anything for her and that I'd forgive her no matter what the situation. I told her that I forgave her the second she walked out that holographic wall.

Then, we were just about to kiss when Roxanne saw the flying brainbots carrying around my stuff, getting ready to move away. She asked me about them. As ridiculously stupid as I felt, I had to tell her the truth about me leaving. She asked if I was still going to go. I told her that it would probably be for the best if I did so that she could keep her job and have a normal life. She told me that all she wanted was me. All she needed was me.

Now, I hate to admit this, but I know that I can't provide Roxanne with the type of life she deserves. She should be able to work at CNN by now, with a rich, human husband who can buy her extravagant possessions and take her on lavish vacations and give her brilliant children. I can't do that. I don't have the money to legally buy her classy jewellery and fine art and expensive chocolates and such. I can't take her out into public, being the real me, without engendering a huge riot. And God only knows if we could ever have children. I don't think our chromosomes would line up and form homologous pairs. We have the same haploid number and whatnot, considering I still have fourty-six in my body cells and twenty-three in my sex cells, just like humans, but I don't think our chromosomes would match up. And even if they did, what type of life would that kid have? It'd be harassed. It wouldn't fit in anywhere except for home. The radicals would probably seek out to kill it, so what type of parent would that make me?

I just can't give a normal life to her, so I told her I should go. I was actually going to, too, hadn't she pleaded me to do otherwise. I don't know why I gave in, because I knew that I would only give her a life full of trouble and abasement, but I did. Darn those beautiful ocean eyes of hers! Making me give in to whatever she requests!

After I agreed to staying, we talked about how we could work out the whole "us" thing. We decided on a low-profile relationship, considering it was the only way that we could be a couple and she could maintain her status as an ace reporter, both of which were important. Then, we nuzzled for a bit, until Roxanne brought up the matter of public dates. She doubted that we could even go on a date in public. Did she forget my mad genius?

Later, we went into town, me in my disguise that made me appear as a blonde human and Roxanne, just being Roxanne. I tricked this woman into believing I was a photographer, making a collage of Metro City with my new state-of-the-art camera, and that I was taking a picture of her for that. Really, I was just scanning her so that Roxanne could use her as a disguise.

Roxanne was a little upset by my lying to the woman we spotted near the Metro Café, but she managed to get over it, knowing that I did it so that she could remain protected.

After that, Roxanne used that woman's disguise to go with me to Metro Park. We rented bikes, and since I didn't know how to ride one, we had to get one for me with training wheels on it. Well, the only one the vendor had with training wheels on it was, get this, floral and pink. And it was a little too small for me, considering it was most likely made for a female child.

Now, listen. If the woman you loved begged for you to ride that bike, would you? At first, I really didn't want to. I mean, c'mon, my pride and dignity were at jeopardy here! Call me egotistical all you want, I really didn't wanna get on that damn bike! But, really, that crosses some serious self-image boundaries for me, and I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice. It was for Roxanne. And if Roxanne wanted me to go climb Mount Everest with nothing on but a purple tutu and a push-up bra, I'd be damned if I didn't, because, well, it's Roxanne.

So, I rode it. She had to teach me, though. It was rather comical attempting to ride it. I eventually got the hang of it (after falling about fifty times!) and we rode around the park. It was probably the most fun I've had in ages! The vendor let me keep the bicycle for training and Roxanne made me thank him, even though I really didn't want to (he was being an ass; I mean, think about this: a random guy you've never met before lets you keep a girly bike with training wheels so you can "practice". To me, it just sounds creepy and insulting).

Afterwards, we stopped by the Metro Diner (seriously, why does everything in this town have to have the word "Metro" in it?) and had late lunch. She had a fish sandwich and I had a double (daub-lay) cheeseburger. It was delicious and to top it all of, we split a strawberry milkshake. So, I did have most of it, but that's because Roxanne said she was full, so… yeah.

I dropped her off at her place, and we made arrangements to see each other in two days. She was going to be having a "party". In case you don't know, a party is a social gathering where a host will invite a large collection of close acquaintances and those acquaintances will sometimes invite their close acquaintances. Generally, the people will engage in activities such as games and discussion, and they will eat food (commonly pizza, chips of potato, sandwiches, and cookies) and drink beverages (alcoholic beverages such as beer and wine coolers, soda, and punch). Don't feel bad if you didn't know what that meant because I didn't either. Roxanne had to explain it to me earlier, so I think I have a better understanding of it now, and will be going to her "party" two days from now, on Sunday.

She told me to dress up, as it is a part of an American custom for the holiday of Halloween (Ollo-ween). I do not know what I will dress up as, but I hope to impress her. Of course, I'll still be disguised, but my disguise will be in disguise as well. Oooh! Double (Dawb-lay) whammy!

Oh, I'm just so glad that she is mine. At last, she is mine! She leaves me with lethalogica, the inability to put my finger on the right word. I can't possibly describe how I'm feeling as of now. After all of this suffering and heartbreak, after all of the agony and anguish, at the end of the day, I am finally glorious, and I want to burst out into jubilant song and shout my exaltation to the heavens above, for I am triumphant! Victory is mine! I have won! At long last, subsequent to all of the failures I have endured, after all of the chaos and calamity, I have ultimately succeeded, for she is mine. Not Metro Man's, not Hal's, not any other guy's. No. She's mine.

Well, I think it's about time I go. I haven't been getting much sleep lately, and I know that today I can sleep in absolute tranquillity and composure, not having to worry about my unrequited love for Roxanne, so I can rest in sheer peace of mind, because it is now definitely requited.

Joyously,

Megamind


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