Chapter Five
Michael's Point of View
"Liz?"
She turns away from the two idiots, and give me a grateful smile. "We're leaving."
I turn to the guys and smirk as she loops her arm through mine and we make our way to the exit. "Is there any reason in particular that you seem more than elated to see me?"
"Nah, I just missed you." I know that's not the reason, but it sounds good to me. Anything to inflate my ego.
"Michael! Liz!"
Ah, Maria. Forgot about her.
"I am not leaving yet!"
"Fine, but we are." Liz smiles and sits in the driver's seat. She doesn't have her license but she's not that bad of a driver.
"You can't take my car! How am I going to get home?"
"Ask the two horny toads for a ride, I'm sure they'll be willing to drive you home in exchange for a little something, something."
"You are horrible, horrible people!"
Liz turns the car on and we speed out of there.
"So, where are we going?"
How the hell am I supposed to know? She shifts into another gear, and I can't help but look at her legs. I know, how the hell do you go from looking at her hand to her legs? I don't know, her skirt caught my eye? Or lack there of I guess I should say. You want to know what I see? Leg, leg, leg, and more leg, before the skirt even comes into my line of vision.
"Is there a pizza place anywhere nearby?"
"I highly doubt it, this hole in the wall town doesn't have a McDonalds."
"Liz?" I want to ask her to go back home with me, now. We don't even have to go back home. Just as long as she's with me. Me, not someone who's going to steal her heart and trample on it with their couple hundred dollar shoes. I don't want her hurt, I can promise her… I can promise her what? I have no money, I have no social status to get me anywhere in life. What do I have to give her? Love? Isn't that like a cheesy Backstreet Boys song? Huh. Imagine that, they do make sense. Sometimes.
"Yeah?"
The wind has her hair blowing in so many directions she can't turn to see me. I can't even suggest what I was thinking.
"We passed an ice cream shop."
"Oh."
She pulls a quick u-turn, sending me too close to the door for comfort.
"Do you think you can manage to not kill me before I have sex? I would like to eventually feel-"
"Okay Michael. That's enough. I love you and you know it, why would I kill you before I get to meet my nieces and nephews?"
"I know." Of course she loves me. Just not in THAT way. We get back to where the ice cream shop is, and pull in the parking lot. Of course we pull in just as the lights go off. I have the worst luck. I wanted that cherry dip cone.
"Maybe not. Where are we off to now?" She turns the engine off and sits back. She's so comfortable around me she doesn't even have the courtesy to close her legs, not that I can really see anything. That is unless I sit forward and pretend to look in the glove compartment, or tie my shoe, fix my pant leg, or even just search for something on the floor. But I would never do that.
"Michael? Does your leg itch?"
I know what your thinking, but don't even say it.
"Just felt like something bit me. So, how about we just call it a night? I'm kind of tired."
"Tired? You just took a nap before we left!"
"Being around that many people drains me."
Liz's Point of View
Would anyone mind cluing me in? I know that Michael wasn't too thrilled about last night. But towards the end he was acting just down right funky. Is this really bothering him?
I get out of my bed and look back down at his sleeping form.
Last night when we got back we went our separate ways, but for some reason he came knocking on my door around midnight. He didn't say anything. He just looked at me, it was almost like those nights he would spend over my house when Hank would get a bit too rowdy. Memories maybe? Whatever it was, it was definitely driving him nuts.
I take a walk out onto the balcony connected to my room and sit in a nearby lawn chair. I know that in order to get somewhere in life I am going to have to change. I'm eventually going to have to conform, I'll have to learn to trust people. I just don't know how. I know I can trust Michael with my life, but another person? Relying on them to help me learn something? Letting them tell me what's best for me? I don't even truly my parents would know what was best for me in any situation. I believe that parents right their mistakes through you, they need closure in their life which they can only obtain through you. This is why I refuse to have kids. I don't want to put anyone through that. Ha! Watch, I'll be knocked up by time I turn twenty one with my luck.
Sitting back, I close my eyes and listen to some dumb bird chirp. Normally if I were back home, I'd have little pebbles nearby to chuck at the damn thing. I'm really quite a morning person. Instead of throwing something at it to go away, I resort to using just a pinch of my "special" powers, and it flies away. Did I mention I'm some kind of freak? Ha. You'll see.
"Liz? I thought we agreed we wouldn't do that."
"Do what?" I say as I bat my eyelashes and smile. Somehow I think that instead of it making me look innocent, it may make me look like some kind of whore. Eh, whatever gets me further along in life.
He doesn't even answer, he nudges me forward and sits behind me. Leaning back I rest my head on him. It's comforting. I'm so glad I brought him with me. Michael's fingers comb through my hair, and a content sigh escapes my mouth.
"I'm sorry… about last night."
"It's fine. Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"
"I was just thinking about something."
"About when you were-"
I'm cut off by Michael putting his hand over my mouth. Seconds later I hear people making their way up the fire escape. He gets up and leans over the ladder on to come fly right back up cursing a mile a minute. I quickly make my way over to him and see Maria tumble over the edge and onto the balcony floor.
"Damn it Michael!"
"Have you ever considered not wearing heels?" Who was that?
A tall boy comes over the side next. I don't believe I've ever met him.
He looks up at me and smiles, extending his hand.
"I'm Alex. Maria's best friend, I guess." I raise an eyebrow to him, only to have him mirror my expression. "You can shake my hand, I swear, Maria declared me cootie free."
I can't help but laugh at the attempt of humor he has. I take his hand and shake it.
"Ah! A lady not afraid to firmly shake a man's hand! Maria you should be taking tips from her. Liz, is it?"
"Yup, and this is Michael." I look over at Michael and laugh at the look on his face. Picture a little boy trying to show a fierce look on his face, now put it on a teenage male about six feet. Haha.
Once again Alex holds out his hand. Michael stares blankly at him. Grr. I take Michael's hand and place it in Alex's. I don't know, I like this Alex guy. He seems… he seems normal. Seconds after their hands meet, Alex quickly pulls his hand back. "Whoa there superman! Be easy on us skinny guys with our femininely delicate hands."
I turn to Maria and ask her, "So what brings you to my balcony?"
Her face goes from warm, to ice cold in a matter of seconds, I didn't know it was physically possible for a person to look as angry as she does.
"What am I doing on your balcony? Ha! This was mine before Dad thought it would be nice to let you have the biggest room for the summer. This lawn chair? I bought it. These lights? I strung them. And while we're on the subject, that car you took last night? My sixteenth birthday present! Mine! I was trying to be nice and introduce you to some new people, so you wouldn't needlessly cling to each other." I don't cling. "I try to help and then I get stuck hitching a ride with the two horny toads. Who, by the way, don't even bother to drop me off near here. They thought it would be funny to drop me off on the other side of town."
"Well, there's not a whole lot of town, so why are you just showing up now?"
"There's a shit load of town when your cocked! Luckily I made it to Alex's, where I crashed for the night. I was told that you're ungrateful, but I didn't think you'd do that." By now all her energy is gone, and she's trudging into the house.
Now why does she have to go and make me feel bad?
Alex tells me not to worry about it, that as soon as she uses some of her oils she'll be as perky as ever. Uh-huh. So I've got some sort of druggie next to me? Great. He follows Maria, leaving me with Michael. We take one look at each other and laugh.
"Maria is definitely something else." I nod in agreement.
Michael excuses himself, and retreats to the bathroom. I swear, for being some super being, he has the bladder of a three year old.
I pick up some of the items that fell out of Maria's purse when she fell and carry them back over to the lawn chair with me. I lean back and close my eyes. I can already tell it's going to be a hot day. Suck. Then… that damn bird comes back, disturbing my peace. I peek through one eye and chuck a tube of lipstick at it. Not hard, I'm not a kid who aims to kill, I just want it to go away. It sounds too happy. The bird flies away again, right before the tube is thrown back up over the edge of the balcony.
"Nice shot." I stand up and peer over the edge. Zan.
"Oh it's you."
"Just passing by. Mind if I come up for a visit though?"
Ugh. He smirks and starts climbing the rungs. "Eat me." I say as I drop a thing of mascara but he quickly reaches up and catches it before it has time to connect with that thick head of his. Where did he get those reflexes?
"Gladly."
"Go away."
"I wanted to check on Maria." He yells from the bottom. Huh, what could have possible caused him to climb back down.
"Yeah, well, wrong room. This one's mine now." I say as I throw all the different compacts and other make-up products at him.
"Good to know." With that he walks away and joins Max in the jeep parked across the street. Why didn't I see that before?
Have I mentioned how much I hate boys? Almost to the point where you could consider me a very opinionated lesbian. Almost.
Michael's Point of View
"Liz?"
She turns away from the two idiots, and give me a grateful smile. "We're leaving."
I turn to the guys and smirk as she loops her arm through mine and we make our way to the exit. "Is there any reason in particular that you seem more than elated to see me?"
"Nah, I just missed you." I know that's not the reason, but it sounds good to me. Anything to inflate my ego.
"Michael! Liz!"
Ah, Maria. Forgot about her.
"I am not leaving yet!"
"Fine, but we are." Liz smiles and sits in the driver's seat. She doesn't have her license but she's not that bad of a driver.
"You can't take my car! How am I going to get home?"
"Ask the two horny toads for a ride, I'm sure they'll be willing to drive you home in exchange for a little something, something."
"You are horrible, horrible people!"
Liz turns the car on and we speed out of there.
"So, where are we going?"
How the hell am I supposed to know? She shifts into another gear, and I can't help but look at her legs. I know, how the hell do you go from looking at her hand to her legs? I don't know, her skirt caught my eye? Or lack there of I guess I should say. You want to know what I see? Leg, leg, leg, and more leg, before the skirt even comes into my line of vision.
"Is there a pizza place anywhere nearby?"
"I highly doubt it, this hole in the wall town doesn't have a McDonalds."
"Liz?" I want to ask her to go back home with me, now. We don't even have to go back home. Just as long as she's with me. Me, not someone who's going to steal her heart and trample on it with their couple hundred dollar shoes. I don't want her hurt, I can promise her… I can promise her what? I have no money, I have no social status to get me anywhere in life. What do I have to give her? Love? Isn't that like a cheesy Backstreet Boys song? Huh. Imagine that, they do make sense. Sometimes.
"Yeah?"
The wind has her hair blowing in so many directions she can't turn to see me. I can't even suggest what I was thinking.
"We passed an ice cream shop."
"Oh."
She pulls a quick u-turn, sending me too close to the door for comfort.
"Do you think you can manage to not kill me before I have sex? I would like to eventually feel-"
"Okay Michael. That's enough. I love you and you know it, why would I kill you before I get to meet my nieces and nephews?"
"I know." Of course she loves me. Just not in THAT way. We get back to where the ice cream shop is, and pull in the parking lot. Of course we pull in just as the lights go off. I have the worst luck. I wanted that cherry dip cone.
"Maybe not. Where are we off to now?" She turns the engine off and sits back. She's so comfortable around me she doesn't even have the courtesy to close her legs, not that I can really see anything. That is unless I sit forward and pretend to look in the glove compartment, or tie my shoe, fix my pant leg, or even just search for something on the floor. But I would never do that.
"Michael? Does your leg itch?"
I know what your thinking, but don't even say it.
"Just felt like something bit me. So, how about we just call it a night? I'm kind of tired."
"Tired? You just took a nap before we left!"
"Being around that many people drains me."
Liz's Point of View
Would anyone mind cluing me in? I know that Michael wasn't too thrilled about last night. But towards the end he was acting just down right funky. Is this really bothering him?
I get out of my bed and look back down at his sleeping form.
Last night when we got back we went our separate ways, but for some reason he came knocking on my door around midnight. He didn't say anything. He just looked at me, it was almost like those nights he would spend over my house when Hank would get a bit too rowdy. Memories maybe? Whatever it was, it was definitely driving him nuts.
I take a walk out onto the balcony connected to my room and sit in a nearby lawn chair. I know that in order to get somewhere in life I am going to have to change. I'm eventually going to have to conform, I'll have to learn to trust people. I just don't know how. I know I can trust Michael with my life, but another person? Relying on them to help me learn something? Letting them tell me what's best for me? I don't even truly my parents would know what was best for me in any situation. I believe that parents right their mistakes through you, they need closure in their life which they can only obtain through you. This is why I refuse to have kids. I don't want to put anyone through that. Ha! Watch, I'll be knocked up by time I turn twenty one with my luck.
Sitting back, I close my eyes and listen to some dumb bird chirp. Normally if I were back home, I'd have little pebbles nearby to chuck at the damn thing. I'm really quite a morning person. Instead of throwing something at it to go away, I resort to using just a pinch of my "special" powers, and it flies away. Did I mention I'm some kind of freak? Ha. You'll see.
"Liz? I thought we agreed we wouldn't do that."
"Do what?" I say as I bat my eyelashes and smile. Somehow I think that instead of it making me look innocent, it may make me look like some kind of whore. Eh, whatever gets me further along in life.
He doesn't even answer, he nudges me forward and sits behind me. Leaning back I rest my head on him. It's comforting. I'm so glad I brought him with me. Michael's fingers comb through my hair, and a content sigh escapes my mouth.
"I'm sorry… about last night."
"It's fine. Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"
"I was just thinking about something."
"About when you were-"
I'm cut off by Michael putting his hand over my mouth. Seconds later I hear people making their way up the fire escape. He gets up and leans over the ladder on to come fly right back up cursing a mile a minute. I quickly make my way over to him and see Maria tumble over the edge and onto the balcony floor.
"Damn it Michael!"
"Have you ever considered not wearing heels?" Who was that?
A tall boy comes over the side next. I don't believe I've ever met him.
He looks up at me and smiles, extending his hand.
"I'm Alex. Maria's best friend, I guess." I raise an eyebrow to him, only to have him mirror my expression. "You can shake my hand, I swear, Maria declared me cootie free."
I can't help but laugh at the attempt of humor he has. I take his hand and shake it.
"Ah! A lady not afraid to firmly shake a man's hand! Maria you should be taking tips from her. Liz, is it?"
"Yup, and this is Michael." I look over at Michael and laugh at the look on his face. Picture a little boy trying to show a fierce look on his face, now put it on a teenage male about six feet. Haha.
Once again Alex holds out his hand. Michael stares blankly at him. Grr. I take Michael's hand and place it in Alex's. I don't know, I like this Alex guy. He seems… he seems normal. Seconds after their hands meet, Alex quickly pulls his hand back. "Whoa there superman! Be easy on us skinny guys with our femininely delicate hands."
I turn to Maria and ask her, "So what brings you to my balcony?"
Her face goes from warm, to ice cold in a matter of seconds, I didn't know it was physically possible for a person to look as angry as she does.
"What am I doing on your balcony? Ha! This was mine before Dad thought it would be nice to let you have the biggest room for the summer. This lawn chair? I bought it. These lights? I strung them. And while we're on the subject, that car you took last night? My sixteenth birthday present! Mine! I was trying to be nice and introduce you to some new people, so you wouldn't needlessly cling to each other." I don't cling. "I try to help and then I get stuck hitching a ride with the two horny toads. Who, by the way, don't even bother to drop me off near here. They thought it would be funny to drop me off on the other side of town."
"Well, there's not a whole lot of town, so why are you just showing up now?"
"There's a shit load of town when your cocked! Luckily I made it to Alex's, where I crashed for the night. I was told that you're ungrateful, but I didn't think you'd do that." By now all her energy is gone, and she's trudging into the house.
Now why does she have to go and make me feel bad?
Alex tells me not to worry about it, that as soon as she uses some of her oils she'll be as perky as ever. Uh-huh. So I've got some sort of druggie next to me? Great. He follows Maria, leaving me with Michael. We take one look at each other and laugh.
"Maria is definitely something else." I nod in agreement.
Michael excuses himself, and retreats to the bathroom. I swear, for being some super being, he has the bladder of a three year old.
I pick up some of the items that fell out of Maria's purse when she fell and carry them back over to the lawn chair with me. I lean back and close my eyes. I can already tell it's going to be a hot day. Suck. Then… that damn bird comes back, disturbing my peace. I peek through one eye and chuck a tube of lipstick at it. Not hard, I'm not a kid who aims to kill, I just want it to go away. It sounds too happy. The bird flies away again, right before the tube is thrown back up over the edge of the balcony.
"Nice shot." I stand up and peer over the edge. Zan.
"Oh it's you."
"Just passing by. Mind if I come up for a visit though?"
Ugh. He smirks and starts climbing the rungs. "Eat me." I say as I drop a thing of mascara but he quickly reaches up and catches it before it has time to connect with that thick head of his. Where did he get those reflexes?
"Gladly."
"Go away."
"I wanted to check on Maria." He yells from the bottom. Huh, what could have possible caused him to climb back down.
"Yeah, well, wrong room. This one's mine now." I say as I throw all the different compacts and other make-up products at him.
"Good to know." With that he walks away and joins Max in the jeep parked across the street. Why didn't I see that before?
Have I mentioned how much I hate boys? Almost to the point where you could consider me a very opinionated lesbian. Almost.