What Makes You Different Ch. 16
They both closed their eyes, almost simultaneously as they felt the other person's lips gently touching his or her own. With the delectable lips touching his, Michael began to gently kiss Theresa. Theresa's stomach did a flip-flop as she tasted his mouth, which caused her to long for more. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, as she kissed him back, but before the kiss could be deepened, it was interrupted by a loud screech.
Theresa broke away from the kiss when she heard a car squealing by. She looked up, and saw a red convertible pass by. Oh no thought Theresa! Fox must have followed them and seen the kiss. All of a sudden, she felt deeply guilty, as if she cheated on her boyfriend, but he wasn't her boyfriend. But why would I feel this way if he's just a friend, or ex- friend for that matter? Regardless of how much he had hurt her, she couldn't help but be concerned about him. His actions caused her to believe that he must have been hurt by the entire experience, but how could he be? Wasn't he using her? Maybe he wasn't. But the note she still held in her hands, only confirmed to Theresa that she was the punch line to a horrible prank. With that thought causing her to choke up again, she quickly got out of the car.
"Umm...thanks again for the...ride. I'll see you tomorrow."
An awkward silence that hung in the air. Michael and Theresa were stunned, neither expected or anticipated the kiss.
Disappointed about the kiss being shortened, he just nodded his head, unaware of the fact that Fox just drove pass them. Michael watched longingly as Theresa walked to her house and opened the door. Before she stepped inside, she turned back and waved goodbye to him and then stepped through the door. Closing the door behind her, she let the tears she held flow down her cheeks as leaned her back against a wall. Her day turned out to be bittersweet. It was perfect until she found the letter. Fox never liked her after all. It was all an act for a stupid scheme that Fox and his friends were a part of. The tears slowly began to cease as the sadness turned to anger and hurt. Well forget Fox and his stupid friends! Forget about Fox! Determined to ignore that group, Theresa somberly began walking up the stair, but unfortunately, she was unable to get her mind off of Fox. Even the kiss she kept trying to replay in her mind wasn't helping.
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Fox began to press the gas petal harder, speeding across the street, drowning in sadness. He lost Theresa; sweet, beautiful, amazing Theresa. He couldn't believe how wrong he was about her feelings towards him. She's in love with Michael. In her eyes, Fox was just a friend who she often teased and flirted with, or Fox mistook as flirting. It almost broke his heart that the one person who was actually able to capture his heart was the same one who was breaking it. Never in his lifetime did Fox think that he would be in love. Heck, he never even knew the meaning of the word until he met Theresa. She taught him about fate and unknowingly taught him about love. She mentioned her belief in fate so often that Fox started believing that fate caused the two of them to meet. After all, if it wasn't for the auction, he would have never even looked her way or have never known what true love was. Growing up in a loveless home almost destroyed him. One of his deepest fears was being unable to love someone and receive love in return. He was afraid that a close relationship with any girl would have ended in heartache; one he had no room for. He never wanted to be in a loveless relationship like the one his parents shared; full of hate and spite. Loving and losing Theresa was unbearable and brought his fears into reality. The only thing left to do now was to give Theresa space. Space for Theresa to spend time with the person she loved, no matter how much it would tear him up inside. Space would be good for the both of them, but more so for him. He couldn't imagine her only being his friend even though he wished he had the strength to do so. But he couldn't just be friends with the person he loved because slowly but surely, seeing her with Michael and listening to her talk about Michael would forever leave him empty. He made the ultimate sacrifice in his life; he was letting go of the person he loved. Her happiness was more important to him than his happiness.
They both closed their eyes, almost simultaneously as they felt the other person's lips gently touching his or her own. With the delectable lips touching his, Michael began to gently kiss Theresa. Theresa's stomach did a flip-flop as she tasted his mouth, which caused her to long for more. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, as she kissed him back, but before the kiss could be deepened, it was interrupted by a loud screech.
Theresa broke away from the kiss when she heard a car squealing by. She looked up, and saw a red convertible pass by. Oh no thought Theresa! Fox must have followed them and seen the kiss. All of a sudden, she felt deeply guilty, as if she cheated on her boyfriend, but he wasn't her boyfriend. But why would I feel this way if he's just a friend, or ex- friend for that matter? Regardless of how much he had hurt her, she couldn't help but be concerned about him. His actions caused her to believe that he must have been hurt by the entire experience, but how could he be? Wasn't he using her? Maybe he wasn't. But the note she still held in her hands, only confirmed to Theresa that she was the punch line to a horrible prank. With that thought causing her to choke up again, she quickly got out of the car.
"Umm...thanks again for the...ride. I'll see you tomorrow."
An awkward silence that hung in the air. Michael and Theresa were stunned, neither expected or anticipated the kiss.
Disappointed about the kiss being shortened, he just nodded his head, unaware of the fact that Fox just drove pass them. Michael watched longingly as Theresa walked to her house and opened the door. Before she stepped inside, she turned back and waved goodbye to him and then stepped through the door. Closing the door behind her, she let the tears she held flow down her cheeks as leaned her back against a wall. Her day turned out to be bittersweet. It was perfect until she found the letter. Fox never liked her after all. It was all an act for a stupid scheme that Fox and his friends were a part of. The tears slowly began to cease as the sadness turned to anger and hurt. Well forget Fox and his stupid friends! Forget about Fox! Determined to ignore that group, Theresa somberly began walking up the stair, but unfortunately, she was unable to get her mind off of Fox. Even the kiss she kept trying to replay in her mind wasn't helping.
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Fox began to press the gas petal harder, speeding across the street, drowning in sadness. He lost Theresa; sweet, beautiful, amazing Theresa. He couldn't believe how wrong he was about her feelings towards him. She's in love with Michael. In her eyes, Fox was just a friend who she often teased and flirted with, or Fox mistook as flirting. It almost broke his heart that the one person who was actually able to capture his heart was the same one who was breaking it. Never in his lifetime did Fox think that he would be in love. Heck, he never even knew the meaning of the word until he met Theresa. She taught him about fate and unknowingly taught him about love. She mentioned her belief in fate so often that Fox started believing that fate caused the two of them to meet. After all, if it wasn't for the auction, he would have never even looked her way or have never known what true love was. Growing up in a loveless home almost destroyed him. One of his deepest fears was being unable to love someone and receive love in return. He was afraid that a close relationship with any girl would have ended in heartache; one he had no room for. He never wanted to be in a loveless relationship like the one his parents shared; full of hate and spite. Loving and losing Theresa was unbearable and brought his fears into reality. The only thing left to do now was to give Theresa space. Space for Theresa to spend time with the person she loved, no matter how much it would tear him up inside. Space would be good for the both of them, but more so for him. He couldn't imagine her only being his friend even though he wished he had the strength to do so. But he couldn't just be friends with the person he loved because slowly but surely, seeing her with Michael and listening to her talk about Michael would forever leave him empty. He made the ultimate sacrifice in his life; he was letting go of the person he loved. Her happiness was more important to him than his happiness.