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More Saturday
The kitchen of the loft
I would be in my bedroom writing this but while I was out my mother thought it would be a good idea to take the door off it's hinges so that I wouldn't be able to lock it. Until I got home, no one decided to tell her it would be a good idea to just take the lock off. So currently my dad and Mr Gianini are trying to put the door back on, while I sit in the kitchen and wait. I doubt they're going to get it back on.
I know this isn't what I'm going to want to read about when I'm older I'm going to want to know what happened between Michael and me.
See the thing was Michael was walking up to me. And he just looked so sweet, and really sorry. I just dropped my head, I couldn't bear to look at him anymore, since I knew that my face was turning red and because of what had happened earlier too.
Michael started to push the swing that I was sitting on. Then he sat down on the swing next to mine. I'm assuming that he didn't know how to start what he was going to say, because when he did he sounded very unsure.
Michael: uh…Mia…umm…about earlier?
Me: (silent)
Michael: (very rushed) I didn't know that was going to happen and I'm really sorry if it upset you in any way because I wouldn't want that to happen and it never will again. I'm sorry Mia I would never want to do anything that would screw up our friendship and I'll understand if you'll hate me.
Me: (still silent)
Michael: please say something Mia
At that point in time I was deciding whether it would be a good idea to faint so that I wouldn't have to follow through with the rest of the conversation seeing as I happened to know that he didn't like me in that way. I decided against it because I figured out that I would probably hurt myself falling off the still moving swing. But I was still silent maybe pretending that I'd lost my voice might work, but then again he'd talked to me earlier that day.
"Mia? Say something." Michael said interrupting my thoughts.
"Like?" I asked pathetically.
"Like you don't hate me. Like thank you for being understanding. Or you could at least be a bit happy." Michael said a little impatiently.
"Oh I'm supposed to be happy?" I asked standing up. "Well forgive me if the guy of my dreams kisses me then tells me that he's sorry it happened and I'm not thrilled!" I kind of yelled. Damn my mouth! I should probably take a vow of silence just so I don't say stupid things like that.
Michael kind of froze after I said that. Luckily I managed to get the message to my legs that it would be a good time to run.
I came back to the loft planning on going into my room only to find that it didn't have a door. I had slammed the door to the loft closed and everyone in the loft had heard (thank god Grandmere wasn't there, I don't think I could stand two lectures from her in the same day). They all came out planning to give me lectures, I'm betting, but then from my defeated tone and the look on my face I'd say they decided to be sympathetic. I haven't actually told any of them what happened. I don't plan on it either I mean what would I say, "I just had my heart ripped out and stomped on" yeah, I don't think so.
The only thing I'd actually said to them since I got in was "why doesn't my room have a door?" and "why didn't you just take the lock off then?"
They've actually managed to get the door back on now, but they're making me give them the keys.
I've got to go find the second set for it I actually don't remember where I put it.
Author's note: Thank you every one that reviewed I really appreciated it. I really can't think of anything else to put here so just go read and then review.
More Saturday
The kitchen of the loft
I would be in my bedroom writing this but while I was out my mother thought it would be a good idea to take the door off it's hinges so that I wouldn't be able to lock it. Until I got home, no one decided to tell her it would be a good idea to just take the lock off. So currently my dad and Mr Gianini are trying to put the door back on, while I sit in the kitchen and wait. I doubt they're going to get it back on.
I know this isn't what I'm going to want to read about when I'm older I'm going to want to know what happened between Michael and me.
See the thing was Michael was walking up to me. And he just looked so sweet, and really sorry. I just dropped my head, I couldn't bear to look at him anymore, since I knew that my face was turning red and because of what had happened earlier too.
Michael started to push the swing that I was sitting on. Then he sat down on the swing next to mine. I'm assuming that he didn't know how to start what he was going to say, because when he did he sounded very unsure.
Michael: uh…Mia…umm…about earlier?
Me: (silent)
Michael: (very rushed) I didn't know that was going to happen and I'm really sorry if it upset you in any way because I wouldn't want that to happen and it never will again. I'm sorry Mia I would never want to do anything that would screw up our friendship and I'll understand if you'll hate me.
Me: (still silent)
Michael: please say something Mia
At that point in time I was deciding whether it would be a good idea to faint so that I wouldn't have to follow through with the rest of the conversation seeing as I happened to know that he didn't like me in that way. I decided against it because I figured out that I would probably hurt myself falling off the still moving swing. But I was still silent maybe pretending that I'd lost my voice might work, but then again he'd talked to me earlier that day.
"Mia? Say something." Michael said interrupting my thoughts.
"Like?" I asked pathetically.
"Like you don't hate me. Like thank you for being understanding. Or you could at least be a bit happy." Michael said a little impatiently.
"Oh I'm supposed to be happy?" I asked standing up. "Well forgive me if the guy of my dreams kisses me then tells me that he's sorry it happened and I'm not thrilled!" I kind of yelled. Damn my mouth! I should probably take a vow of silence just so I don't say stupid things like that.
Michael kind of froze after I said that. Luckily I managed to get the message to my legs that it would be a good time to run.
I came back to the loft planning on going into my room only to find that it didn't have a door. I had slammed the door to the loft closed and everyone in the loft had heard (thank god Grandmere wasn't there, I don't think I could stand two lectures from her in the same day). They all came out planning to give me lectures, I'm betting, but then from my defeated tone and the look on my face I'd say they decided to be sympathetic. I haven't actually told any of them what happened. I don't plan on it either I mean what would I say, "I just had my heart ripped out and stomped on" yeah, I don't think so.
The only thing I'd actually said to them since I got in was "why doesn't my room have a door?" and "why didn't you just take the lock off then?"
They've actually managed to get the door back on now, but they're making me give them the keys.
I've got to go find the second set for it I actually don't remember where I put it.