May 14th 2015
Gardendale Alabama
31-year-old Michael Guerin trudged heavily up the mud coated path of 280 Collins Road, his second home for the past 12 and a ½ years, after separating from the others. Second meaning that he had spent a lot of time at the local motel, mostly when he had been kicked out of this house, for whatever the reason be. He ran his fingers coolly through his wet hair, attempting to remove some of the water that had been falling on him gently for the past 10 minutes, before reaching slowly towards the antique oak door. He figured he probably shouldn't use his key in fear of getting yelled at again, Knocking was always good...For a second he hesitated, I cant do this, he thought, what if she's still angry at me, doing this could just make everything worse.but before he could conclude his inner debate, he noticed out of the corner of his left eye, the quick movement of a curtain being brushed aside and a face peering around the corner.
Just as suddenly as Michael had seen it, it was gone, and instead he heard light footsteps, coming up the hallway, almost running across the wooden floor. He pressed his knuckles up against the door, closed his eyes, took a big breath, and knocked loudly three consecutive times. On the third knock the door swung open revealing the only person in the world that he could ever love. Maria Deluca, the easy going, lovable, blonde haired women who he met Roswell New Mexico all those years ago, stood impatiently with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot. As her eyebrows rose in a 'well?' look, Michael realised he should probably get to the point.
"Maria.we really need to talk." he said bringing his gaze up from the ground finally to meet with her gorgeous eyes. "Michael.I thought the message got through last night.you do remember our little disagreement don't you?" she replied with an irritated, somewhat sarcastic tone. Little Disagreement? My god, understatement of the year! Michael opened his mouth to retaliate, but then realising that it would be no good if he just got her angry again, pulled himself together. "Maria.please?" he pleaded. "Just come out with me tonight, I really have some things that I have to get off my chest, and please.I promise you that I will explain the reasons why I've been acting up lately. Please Maria." "Well." she said looking him up and down, then bringing her eyes back into contact with his, "You've never really been one to beg.so I'm assuming what you've got to say is pretty important.just, Michael? Please, lets be sane about it this time.no yelling, no screaming, just a normal conversation between the two of us." "Ok.I'll be here around 8:00 then." Michael was confused as to why all of a sudden Maria had started being nice, but let it go almost at once, when she turned back into the house slamming the door in his face. Typical, he thought.
Michael shoved his muscular hands into his jacket pockets and stared out from the terrace and up at the sky, the rain clouds looking as though they were becoming darker and more menacing as the afternoon wore on. With his heart beating a million times faster than normal, Michael hoped to god that tonight would all go well and that what he had to say to Maria would not come crashing back down and hit him in the face like those storm clouds looked like they were about to do. It was make it or break it time for Michael, and if Maria didn't accept what he had to say, it could just possible be the end of that saga in Michael's life.
He walked quickly out into the heavy rain and made his way rapidly, yet silently up the deserted street. The whole time, keeping his fingers of his right hand gripped tightly around the small, velvet black box in his jacket pocket.
Gardendale Alabama
31-year-old Michael Guerin trudged heavily up the mud coated path of 280 Collins Road, his second home for the past 12 and a ½ years, after separating from the others. Second meaning that he had spent a lot of time at the local motel, mostly when he had been kicked out of this house, for whatever the reason be. He ran his fingers coolly through his wet hair, attempting to remove some of the water that had been falling on him gently for the past 10 minutes, before reaching slowly towards the antique oak door. He figured he probably shouldn't use his key in fear of getting yelled at again, Knocking was always good...For a second he hesitated, I cant do this, he thought, what if she's still angry at me, doing this could just make everything worse.but before he could conclude his inner debate, he noticed out of the corner of his left eye, the quick movement of a curtain being brushed aside and a face peering around the corner.
Just as suddenly as Michael had seen it, it was gone, and instead he heard light footsteps, coming up the hallway, almost running across the wooden floor. He pressed his knuckles up against the door, closed his eyes, took a big breath, and knocked loudly three consecutive times. On the third knock the door swung open revealing the only person in the world that he could ever love. Maria Deluca, the easy going, lovable, blonde haired women who he met Roswell New Mexico all those years ago, stood impatiently with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot. As her eyebrows rose in a 'well?' look, Michael realised he should probably get to the point.
"Maria.we really need to talk." he said bringing his gaze up from the ground finally to meet with her gorgeous eyes. "Michael.I thought the message got through last night.you do remember our little disagreement don't you?" she replied with an irritated, somewhat sarcastic tone. Little Disagreement? My god, understatement of the year! Michael opened his mouth to retaliate, but then realising that it would be no good if he just got her angry again, pulled himself together. "Maria.please?" he pleaded. "Just come out with me tonight, I really have some things that I have to get off my chest, and please.I promise you that I will explain the reasons why I've been acting up lately. Please Maria." "Well." she said looking him up and down, then bringing her eyes back into contact with his, "You've never really been one to beg.so I'm assuming what you've got to say is pretty important.just, Michael? Please, lets be sane about it this time.no yelling, no screaming, just a normal conversation between the two of us." "Ok.I'll be here around 8:00 then." Michael was confused as to why all of a sudden Maria had started being nice, but let it go almost at once, when she turned back into the house slamming the door in his face. Typical, he thought.
Michael shoved his muscular hands into his jacket pockets and stared out from the terrace and up at the sky, the rain clouds looking as though they were becoming darker and more menacing as the afternoon wore on. With his heart beating a million times faster than normal, Michael hoped to god that tonight would all go well and that what he had to say to Maria would not come crashing back down and hit him in the face like those storm clouds looked like they were about to do. It was make it or break it time for Michael, and if Maria didn't accept what he had to say, it could just possible be the end of that saga in Michael's life.
He walked quickly out into the heavy rain and made his way rapidly, yet silently up the deserted street. The whole time, keeping his fingers of his right hand gripped tightly around the small, velvet black box in his jacket pocket.