I DO NOT OWN ANYONE OR ANYTHING IN THIS STORY BESIDES THE OC'S.
Lola's Point of View-
I led Mike into the kitchen where I pulled out the pizza from earlier from the fridge setting it down on the counter.
"Do you make homemade pizza for everyone?" Mike asked.
"No, and it's not every day that I have company…consider it a thank you gift…"
"For what?"
"Helping with my homework…it kind of thrown off the whole day…" I said as I unwrapped the tinfoil from one of the wrapped up pieces.
"Well, you don't need to thank me but I take it as a peace offering." Mike said smirking as he leant back against the counter. "I'm tempted to eat the left over pepperoni's that we didn't use though if you don't mind." Mike said.
"I was thinking the same thing." I said smirking as I put the first plate in setting it for a minute figuring that is enough to reheat it as I begun pulling the foil off the other set to put it on next.
"Where are your glasses?"
"They are in that cabinet." I said nodding to the one cabinet as he pulled down two of the glasses that I had used last time.
"I never have any nice glasses like this I could use for wine…" Mike said.
"Pier 1 import…" I said as he walked around me to go to the refrigerator grabbing the wine and the bag of pepperoni tossing the pepperoni onto the counter next to me and he walked around me to the two glasses he had set down.
"Now if I was a cork opener, where would I be?" Mike asked as he pulled open a drawer of mine then pushing it shut hearing the microwave beeping that the first plate was done, I opened it as I pulled the hot plate out putting it onto the counter before putting the other one in to cook the minute.
"Did you find it?" I asked curiously.
"Yeah…" He said just now pulling the cork thing out of the drawer that it was in all along watching him fight with it until the microwave went off hearing the cork popping along with the beeps of the microwave pulling the microwave door open to pull down the last plate of food as Mike poured some wine into both glasses.
"You want to take rest of the Mountain Dew with you?" I asked.
"We'll decide that later…." Mike said as he was trying to make sure each glass had an even amount as I opened the pack of pepperoni trying to separate them evenly among the two plates that we were to eat from.
"I hope that is even…" I said as I zipped the now empty bag shut and walked around him tossing it into the trash as he was putting the cork back into the bottle.
"It looks about even…you okay if I put the movie back on?"
"Only if you are okay starting it from the beginning." I said as he smirked.
"Well, considering you missed the whole first half of it…" Mike said sarcastically as he glanced to me with a half smirk.
"I'm sorry…" I said sarcastically back to him.
"I was kidding…" Mike said as walked around me sliding the bottle back into the fridge to keep it cool.
"What's the movie about thus far if you were watching it so closely?" I asked as I turned around picking up both our plates as he grabbed both of our glasses.
"All I know it's a musical and a vampire movie…that is all I could make sense of…I got it because I thought it'll be scary because it had vampires on it…" Mike said.
"Boy is your face red now knowing it isn't." I said chuckling as Mike moved my textbooks to give room for our drinks, "Let me take care of those." I said setting the plates down where it was appropriate before I picked up my textbooks carrying them into my room coming back out seeing him playing with the remotes as I unplugged my laptop taking that into my room as well coming out seeing the main menu on the television. "That one guy looks familiar." I said as I sat on the couch as he stood in front of his spot looking back at me.
"Which one?"
"The blonde one." I said eliminating the other guy.
"From where?" Mike asked as he pushed play on the remote getting the movie to start over as I leant forward grasping both plates off the coffee table, I held onto his plate until he sat down getting comfortable grabbing his plate of pizza from me and I pulled my leg up onto the couch locking it under my other before I picked up the one slice of pizza enjoying the food and the movie. I finished my slices of pizza moments after Mike had finished seeing his empty plate resting on his lap as I grabbed it putting it on mine as I stood up to take care of it. I went to slide past him when he grasped my hand turning me to look towards him, "Where are you going?" He asked.
"To clean our plates." I said.
"That can wait, sit your butt back down…" He said reaching for the empty plates.
"But-" I begun to say as he pointed at me with the hand he was trying to use to get the empty plates giving me that look grumbling angrily as I gave in and slid back across him resting the two empty plates onto the coffee table grasping my little below half full glass of wine bringing it back to the couch with me as I positioned my body the same way before resting the glass on my leg but held onto it with a hand so it won't spill. I felt Mike repositioning himself as I tried not to glance over at him to see what he was doing but when I did I saw his arm now resting across the back of the couch slowly feeling and hearing his arm slide down the back of the couch feeling it now wrap around my neck, his hand resting on my shoulder and I looked to his manly but yet soft looking hand then glanced over to him trying to fight the smirk that was trying to come to my lips.
"You seem stiff…you need to relax…" Mike said as I did a half smirk.
"I am relax…" I said as I felt his hand grasp my shoulder and he was tugging me closer to him and oddly enough I felt myself willingly slide closer to him, I leant into his embrace letting his arm now sling over my smaller frame opposed to his muscular frame. My legs were bent and rested on the couch stretched out beside me as I rested my glass on my bent knee as I rested my head against his shoulder as his other arm was occupied holding his glass on his knee as well. He held me close to his body smelling the smell of his cologne randomly when I took in a breath. "I swear I've seen that one kid." I said as they started playing the credits reading his name.
"What was his name?" Mike asked as he unwrapped his arm from me and I sat up as he leant forward setting his glass down and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"I believe it was Lucas Grabeel." I said as I stood up stretching a little, "You want more wine?" I asked realizing he had just as much as I did which was about one sip left.
"Sure…" Mike said as I picked up his glass and grabbed our plates as well carrying them to the kitchen putting the plates into the sink as I put the glasses onto the counter mentally reminding myself which one was which as I reached into the fridge for the wine bottle. "He was in some Disney movie it looks like." Mike said as he was reading from his phone.
"Oh, that one musical one that they did…." I said.
"How do you know that?"
"How do you not know that movie? It was huge, you couldn't go to any store without their faces being plastered everywhere with merchandise." I said as I got the cork out pouring about the same amount in each of our glasses looking into the bottle seeing that there was probably enough for one more glass each after these were finished.
"That shows what kind of life I live…" Mike said as he stood up going towards the DVD player watching him pull out the DVD putting it in its case, "You okay with another DVD?" Mike asked.
"Sure…" I said as I put the bottle up grabbing the two glasses carrying them out to the living room sitting onto the couch holding both until Mike joined me on the couch beside me positioning ourselves in the same position as we were in previous watching the much scarier movie jumping closer to Mike's embrace with every time I got scared and jumped throughout the movie, I was just lucky I didn't spill my drink.
"I thought you liked scary movies?" Mike asked as he glanced down at me from his stare at the TV where we were watching the movie and I felt him playing with the tips of my hair between his fingers as I shrugged.
"I do like them, doesn't mean that they don't get me here and there…" I said smirking.
"A movie getting you to jump is what I consider a good movie." He said.
"True…" I said as I sipped my wine as I turned my attention back to the television, we both finished those glasses of wine by end of the movie. "You have anymore movies?" I asked.
"I have one more, wasn't sure how many we would have time to watch." Mike said.
"Well, what time you want to head home or are you even going to be okay to drive home with drinking that much wine?" I asked as Mike checked his watch, "What's with you men and having those big watches?" I asked nodding towards it.
"So we could see the time better?" Mike asked sarcastically getting us both to chuckle, "It's about 10 PM, if we watch the last movie I might as well claim this couch as my bed for the night." Mike said.
"It's up to you, you're welcome to stay if you want and you're welcome to go too…" I said as I stood up sliding past him to refill my glass watching as he sat there as I could tell he was contemplating it when I saw him stand up pulling his phone out pushing buttons with his thumb putting the phone up to his ear as he walked over to the counter handing me his glass over the counter to fill up for him.
"Hey Claire, I'm going to stay the night at Lola's house….she doesn't mind…" He said smiling at me after he said that, "No nothing like that Claire…I had a little too much wine and she doesn't want me driving…yes, she is very wise…I'll take care of it when I get home tomorrow…night Claire, love you too…" He said as he hung up the phone and a smile creeping across his face again.
"Slumber party?" I asked smirking as I left the bottle on the counter handing over his glass to him.
"You're kind of stuck hosting one…" He said as a smile crept among his face as well as I walked out of the kitchen leading him back to the couch where he had put the next movie on to enjoy with the last of our wine which was sweeter than the other glasses. The movie ended, it was an odd movie and wasn't as scary as the other but it was worth the watch. "You tired?" Mike asked as I felt him twirling my hair around his finger.
"Yeah, I think it's because of this damn wine…" I said as I wiped at my face with my free hand.
"Alcohol does make people tired…I'm kind of tired myself…"
"Here, let me go get those clothes for you to sleep in so you can be more comfortable." I said standing up setting my glass onto the coffee table going into my room grabbing the clothes I had loaned him earlier bringing them out handing it to him.
"Thanks…" He said as he grabbed them from my embrace as he headed towards the bathroom, I went to the closet pulling down a pillow and spare blanket for him carrying it to the couch unfolding the blanket laying it across the couch for him. "Making my bed?" Mike asked.
"It's the least I could do." I said smirking as I stood up right turning to look at him as I slid out from between the couches.
"Thank you…" He said smirking as he put the pile of clothes he had on the back of the couch closest to him before he begun folding them to make a neat pile.
"You're welcome…night Mike…" I said.
"Night Lola…" He said as I sheepishly and nervously walked towards my room, I wrapped my right arm across the front of my body grasping my left arm slightly rubbing at my arm nervously as I glanced over my shoulder at him smirking as I slid into my room shutting the door behind me as I changed quickly opening my door again hearing the television in the living playing as I leant forward onto the doorframe seeing Mike laying out on the bed I had made him with his hand propping his head up on top of the pillow flipping through the channels I had on my television smirking rolling my eyes knowing that I used to do the same thing at late nights like this when I couldn't sleep, the sound was always soothing and stopped the eerie feeling of quiet that would overcome this apartment. I walked the short distance to my bed sliding under the covers on my bed getting comfortable listening to Family Guy he must have stopped on in the other room chuckling listening to the sounds of the show knowing exactly what episode it was as I slowly fell asleep to the sound of the television and before I could hear the soft sounds of his snoring. I didn't set an alarm knowing that tomorrow is Sunday and neither of us would want to wake up too early. I felt my eyes starting to flutter open as I begun to smell the scent of cinnamon apples which was weird since I didn't have anything in that fragrance anywhere in my house. I slowly sat up rubbing at my face with my one hand and leant back against the other before I turned to look at my alarm clock seeing that it was 10:30 AM letting out a low groan of being up already before I slid out to find where this smell was coming from. I didn't bother looking in the mirror to see how messed up my hair was, I ran a hand through my hair trying to straighten whatever was sticking up walking out into the main living area seeing Mike in the kitchen and his back was to me as he was doing something on the stove top.
"Morning?" I said in a more questionable confused tone than anything as he looked over his shoulder at me before he turned around to look at me, he was already fully dressed and his hair was perfectly done.
"Morning sleepy head, I didn't wake you did I?" He asked as he walked to the counter that turned into the breakfast bar that I stopped in front of.
"No, the delicious smell of apple cinnamon did, what time did you wake up and what are you cooking?" I asked.
"It doesn't matter what time I woke up, I'm cooking Claire's infamous apple cinnamon pancakes…I asked her when I called her this morning and I wrote down the recipe…"
"Did I have anything? I don't remember having apples nor a full bottle of cinnamon." I said.
"No, but I went out for a jog so I made a jog to the local store and picked up what you didn't have and jogged back with it." Mike said as he turned around to go the small step back to the stove to flip the pancake.
"So, you got up and decided 'Today seems like a good day to make cinnamon apple pancakes,' so you called Claire to get the recipe only to go through my cupboard then figured 'Hey, I haven't gotten a work-out today, I should literally run down to the store to grab the ingredients instead of taking my car…' then you ran all the way there and back to make pancakes?" I asked sarcastically trying not to let out chuckles.
"Pretty much…that seems weird, huh?" Mike asked as he looked over his shoulder at me with a smirk hearing him let out a chuckle himself.
"Yeah, kind of but I am having a good laugh at it…" I said smiling as I went to the bathroom using it before I begun pulling my hair up into a ponytail heading to my room to grab a holder then joined Mike in the kitchen watching as he drizzled syrup over the stack of two pancakes on each plate seeing apples already sliced, cinnamon and whip cream set out to be used. "How much do I owe you for the ingredients?" I asked.
"Don't worry about it, you paid for the pizza ingredients." He said.
"Alright…" I said as I watched him place three slices of apple on each stack of pancakes watching as he particularly placed cinnamon on top of that before he sprayed whip cream in the middle of all three apple slices on each plate before he leant his head back spraying whip cream into his mouth. "Do me!" I said as he leant forward seeing his mouth full of whip cream before he shut his mouth to eat the amount of whip cream he had before I leant my head back and he did it to me which was awesome since no one I knew, including family, would do that besides myself.
"Do you have any juice?" Mike asked as he topped the whip cream.
"I got orange juice, you okay with that?" I asked as I pulled down regular cups.
"Perfect." Mike said as I went to the fridge pulling that bottle out and put the whip cream in it for Mike as I went over to the two cups pouring the juice into them as Mike carried the plates to the table before he came back grabbing some forks and knifes carrying them out setting them onto the plates instead of dealing with paper towels. I put the juice up before I carried the cups out to the table to begin to eat when Mike's phone rang, "I'm so sorry, I don't know who…Claire, I got to take this…" Mike said as I nodded as he picked up the phone after he picked up a piece to eat. "Hey Claire." Mike said as I took a bite enjoying it a lot because I've never had cinnamon apple pancakes before watching as Mike nodded, "Yeah, I'll be home soon…I am eating breakfast…tell my dad not to touch or bother, I'll be home sooner than later…how do you like it Lola?" Mike asked as he moved the phone that was up to his ear a little bit as if he was asking towards me.
"They are delicious…" I answered.
"She said their delicious…uh-huh…I'll tell her…I'll be there soon…bye…" Mike said hanging up.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I have to go home and help Claire…she wants me to move some furniture so she can vacuum or something…" He said shrugging.
"And your dad can't move it due to the heart attack….how is he doing? Has he had a follow-up?" I asked.
"He had his follow-up, they still want him to relax and they claim that he has too much stress and they want him to slowly build up to going back to the shop." Mike said.
"At least he's doing fine…" I said.
"Yeah…well sorry if I cut this morning short…" He said as I shrugged as I poked at my pancakes not wanting to eat because knowing the faster I ate the sooner he'll leave and oddly enough I didn't want him to leave. "You not hungry?" He asked covering his mouth before he set his fork down as if he was finished and there was about half of his pancakes left but at least he ate the apple slices if that counts for anything.
"I'm hungry…it's just…it's nothing…" I said pushing a strand of hair behind my ear as I sipped at my juice.
"It's something if you can't eat…" Mike said.
"Is it weird if I say that I don't want you to leave so soon?" I asked.
"No, it's not weird…I don't want to leave either…" He said as he sipped his juice before setting the glass back down, "It just means we'll have to do it next weekend…"
"It's a plan…" I said smirking as I ate one of the apple slices.
"I got to get going before my dad becomes too impatient." Mike said standing up as I stood up with him seeing him grabbing for his plate and glass to take care of them.
"Don't worry about it, I'll take care of them…" I said.
"You sure?" He asked as I nodded walking with him to the door, "Claire wants to know if you want to come over for my birthday dinner…she's making my favorite meal, meat loaf…" Mike said as he stood in the hall and I leant against the door frame.
"I think I'll like that…" I said smirking.
"Presents are encouraged."
"Don't worry about that, I already have something in mind." I said smirking thinking of the most perfect gift for him.
"I'll see you at work tomorrow…" He said as he begun leaning forward and oddly I was hoping and thinking he was leaning in for a kiss but instead I felt his strong arms wrap around my body for a hug which would do, why was I hoping for a kiss and having these feelings towards him after this whole thing? I'm falling too fast but the dang feelings I had for him back in high school are coming back full force. I watched as he turned on his heels heading down the hall to the stairs watching him go down the first so many before I went back into my apartment sitting down in the seat I was previously sitting in eating slowly at the meal he had cooked for me in awe of the events that took place but yet I couldn't let him know I was falling for him because that is probably what he wants all along. I begun to think about what had to be done the next weekend to prepare for his birthday that following Tuesday, I had to go by that comic store on the BLVD and maybe make him some cupcakes, does he even like cupcakes? Is that too much? I mean, that would be a nice surprise is to show up with a cupcake? It's a cake so it should do. Should I go to the dinner at his place with his parents? I knew Mike had invited me and I would feel bad for saying no to him and if he wants me there but I think I will impose on his family time. I ran a hand through my hair before I finished up my breakfast and took care of the dishes that were dirty from breakfast and Mike cooking it, I found my phone texting him asking if I could get the recipe knowing I would want it for further use. I spent rest of the day writing up dialogue for this project for my sign language class when Mike wrote back with the recipe and telling me that he was home.