My lovely readers,
I hope you liked my little dose of angst in the last chapter. If you didn't get why Judith was crying, then go back and read it again! Ha, just kidding loves.
Congrats to me! I've successfully sung my song to REAL HUMANS!!!
Mucho Love. Here's my little story.
Judith grabbed my hand and looked deep into my eyes. "Michael," she said in such a whisper her voice trembled softly. "Michael, my hair is black."
She had left me with a soft kiss on the cheek. She knew about my secret and how I had loved her since I was in 9th grade. I'm glad she took it the way that she did. She understands me more then I do. If I had known whom I was writing my songs about, I would have made myself confess. I had no idea. Denial? Perhaps. But I loved Judith. A lot. But, I screwed that over. I always do.
I feel tears run down my cheeks as my skull senses the cold bricks I slam into. Damn. What is wrong with me? I'm horrible. I do not even deserve to see Judith. I cannot believe I put her through what I did. Her older brother should viciously attack me, but she's too sweet and innocent about the whole thing to sick Big Mark on me.
"Michael?" I hear faintly to my right. Greaaat. This is just what I need. Fan girls. Now!? Now God gives me fan girls?
"Michael? Is that you?" The person asks. I her softly whisper to herself, "Oh, God I hope he's not dead."
I turn to face who ever it is and to my shock, it's Lilly's 'cool' friend Cara.
"Michael?" she asks again. Her eyebrow ring shining in my pupil, her face lit up once she saw that I am, yes, in fact a living, breathing human.
"Yeah. Yeah, Cara. It's me." I say backing into the light of the alley so she can see me.
"Whoa. What happened to you? Some druggies kick your ass or something?" She said nodding towards my forehead. I feel where she was acknowledging. Blood drips off my fingertips. Great. This day is just particularly peachy.
"No. Just a little bit of mental beating." I say sarcastically.
"Well," she said. "Whatever the hell you did to yourself here, we gotta get this fixed up." Then Cara bluntly took my wrist and pulled me along beside her.
We walked for 2 minutes in silence, me mainly just observing my wound. "So why are you down at this part of town?" I inquired to Cara.
"Oh, I just love hanging around sinister alleyways late at night searching for thrashed musicians." She said sarcastically. I smiled at her lightly. Humor is definitely an essential for me right now. She throws me her biggest cheese and makes me laugh a little. Wow. Me. Laughing. What an exotic emotion. I look up from my feet. I see us crossing a familiar street corner. Oh, no.
"Where are we going, Cara?" I asked her looking towards the sky. Rain must coming.
She smiled mischievously and answered, "You will see."
I heard a loud BOOM of thunder and Cara jumped about twenty feet.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" she screeched as she practically jumped into my arms. I looked down at her with confusion. I've never known anyone so afraid of thunder.
"Sorry." She said detaching herself from me. Cara looked kind of embarrassed, but it was nothing that couldn't be solved with her peppy smile. "I'm a little scared of… um… storms"
"Haha," I laughed. "I didn't think you were afraid of anything!"
And with that we continued walking and talking about our fears.
I was tugged along until we reached her destination. I stood outside, mouth open. She could not be doing this to me. By the intelligently planted smirk on her face I knew this was her destination. We were here. Mia's place.
I opened my soda and heard a thud on the door. I rushed over to the door and pried off the sixty locks my mother put on the entry to our apartment you have to buzz into anyway.
I opened the door to see Cara's red hair and eyebrow ring. I looked up to the tall, shadowed figure behind her. He was at least a head taller then Cara, so he was about a half a head taller then me, considering my immensely fast-growing height. He stepped into the light above my doorway. I looked deep into his chocolate eyes. The oh-so familiar eyes stared back at me and smiled. Michael.
"Nice place you got here, Princess." Cara said whipping her feat on my mat and of course, breaking the silence, which, much to my surprise, wasn't immensely awkward. Mia flushed a bit. She obviously hadn't done much cleaning today. Her laundry was piled up on the tiny stairway to her room.
Her room.
I have had dreams that always start out with that room. The dreams are about Mia IMing me from her room, laughing, as she always does. Even though I'm pretty damn sure I'm not a funny guy. Then she comes over to the apartment and we laugh some more and it's normally a hazy-love filled- chick flick dream.
For some reason though, whenever I wake up, I don't feel dizzy with love, but normally like a stalker.
"Yeah, well," Mia said locking the four-chained door behind us. "As you might've noticed by now, this is not the palace."
Cara laughed. "Have you been reading the hardback I gave you?" she asked walking into the kitchen.
"Yeah." Mia said brushing hair away from her eyes. "Just was before you arrived I was filling up my mind with those facts."
What are they talking about?
"Well," Cara said munching on a cookie she had just plucked out of a jar on Mia's counter. I stood there awkwardly as a new guest would, but I've been to Mia's more then 50 times! Cara sat there in her kitchen as if she almost lived there, but had never been to Mia's before. Cara finished her cookie and began her sentence.
"Perhaps," she said dusting off cookie crumbs, "You could help my partner here. See, he was beat up in an alley some time this evening, but refuses to let me help him. I told him about this fantastic studying-to-be doctor whom I had just recently met, and he just insisted I bring him here." She walked over to me.
"Mia," Cara said shooting me the most-knowing glance. "This is Michael Moscovitz. Michael, this is Mia." She said making me shake hands with this 'stranger.' Mia laughed and we shook hands.
"Nice to meet you, Michael." She said, eyes gleaming. She loved the joke. I loved to see her happy, so I played along.
"The pleasure's all mine Ms. Thermopolis." I said bowing gracefully. She laughed, and the whole room lit up.
"Well," Cara said interrupting my thoughts. "You'd better get started on this wound, Mia. This looks like a fatal one." She said jokingly patting Mia's arm.
Cara headed for the door of the apartment. This confused both Mia and I.
"Where are you going?" Mia asked Cara as Cara struggled to get her pea coat back on.
She looked at Mia with humor at first then with disappointment. "Why? What's up?" she asked as from the look of panic swept through Mia's face.
"Nothing. I just… though you'd wanna hang out or something." Mia said.
Cara's eyebrow rose. She looked as if she wanted to burst with laughter but then saw the seriousness in Mia's eyes.
"Serious?" she asked before waiting for an answer rattled on. "Oh Mia, Hon, it's a Saturday night. I can't be 'hanging out' I've got places to go! People to see! The night is young and so am I! New York is my oyster! I am free to roam about it! I am ready for the night and the night welcomes me to par-tay!"
"Work?" I asked butting in on her never-ending ramble
"…Yeah."
And with that Cara was out the door, leaving Mia smiling. Two minutes passed before Mia spoke.
"Well," she said clapping her hands together. "I should take care of that. Just, um, wait here so I can go get my mom's first-aid… kit."
She zoomed towards the stairs up to her mom's bedroom and tripped on the second step. I stood to help her, but as soon as she went down, she got up and ran. I looked around Mia's apartment and took a seat on her tartan sofa.
Okay. I thought to myself. How am I going to do this?
-Soap
-Seven different sizes of bandages
-Scissors
-Medical Tape
-Anti-bacterial cream
-An elastic (used as a tourniquet)
-Tweezers
-Cotton Swabs
-Two boxes of Q-Tips
-A manual for the Heimlich Maneuver
Obviously we are top notch here in the Thermopolis house when it comes to medical attention.
I grabbed the kit and ran down stairs to find Michael sitting on my couch taking off his shoes.
I decided to make an entrance. I plopped myself down the stairs with the FA kit in my hand. "Sorry I took so long… mom's bathroom… kinda messy. You know how it is." I said dorkily. Waaaaaaay to go Mia. You're as smooth as a cactus.
He smiled, though. God did he smile. I wanted to jump across the room and confess my love to him in his arms and then…
"Mia?" Michael asked me with a look of perplexity stretched across his face. "Mia? Are you alright?" he asked.
Way to spas, Mia.
"Sorry. Spaced out." I walked over to him and sat on the couch so close, I could feel his body heat… wow. I'm a dork.
I opened the kit and crossed my legs Indian style and Michael looked towards me.
"Okay." I said calmly. "Can you just turn your head a little?"
Michael turned about 90 degrees. Perfect… just like him.
I dabbed a moist cloth over his slash on his forehead. It was pretty big to be an accident.
"How'd you say you got this again?" I asked patting Benodryl onto my cloth. I didn't even know we owned Benodryl. I stopped myself. Better check the date on this thing…
"I didn't." Michael said in reply to my inquiry, which I had completely forgotten about because my mind was focused on not poisoning a sex god.
"Oh." I said getting the feeling I'm being iced away… must…shut...up.
"No," he said facing me. "I mean, you never asked but I got it… because I tripped." He replied sounding uncertain of himself.
"You tripped on what?" I asked.
"…The stairs…"
Nuh-uh. Not buying this. "You tripped on the stairs and only have a head injury on the top of your forehead?" I asked in disbelief.
"Well…" Michael said trying to cover-up.
"Then walked to an alley where Cara found you and you walked the whole way to my place because you magically fell on just the corner of your skull? Call me crazy, Michael, but I'm not buying it." I said looking deep into his beaten eyes.
"ALRIGHT!" he said confessing. "I was in the alley before Cara found me and I was… thinking. I really don't know how I got it. I might've bumped my head or something."
"Or something." I said running my finger over his cut. It seemed to be pretty deep, but I tried to go over it as gently as possible. "Ah…" he said flinching a little.
Michael looked up at me. His hair was still wet and occasionally it dripped into my finger sending water down my hands and tingles down my spine.
"Sorry… I'm trying to make you feel better. Trust me, you're in good hands, here." I joked.
But Michael didn't joke. He stared into my face and answered very confidently, "I know… they're yours"
I felt his hand touch my fingers a little and looked down at him. He reached for my hand but I took away pretending I needed
"Now… this might sting a little, but I promise it'll be worth it." I said taking the brown bottle and pouring a dab of it onto a cotton swab the running it gently over his scar.
Michael looked up at me with a look I've never seen before. It wasn't sarcastic or funny. Or compassion like when I was seven and my turtle died and he gave me his Star Wars lunch box. It meant the world to him. No, it was something different. It was… admiration.
I placed an orange bandage on his forehead. "There!" I said looking it over with approval. I handed Michael a mini-mirror and he looked at his head, kind of shocked at the obnoxious-ness of his band aide.
"Well," I said joining him in the mirror. "At least everyone will know it's my handy-work, although I don't know if in your case that's a good thing or a bad thing."
Then Michael did something he has never ever done before. He placed the mirror down on my coffee table. He held my face tenderly in his rough hands, my guess is from playing his guitar. He touched the side of my dumb-stricken cheek smoothly. Chocolate eyes bore into mine then he did it.
Michael kissed me. Deeply.
I swear I had to have died and came back to life in the time he kissed me. It was that good. After parting from my lips he spoke smoothly. At first, I had no idea what he was saying, but then it came clear.
"It's a good thing."
END OF CHAPTER!! Hopefully you all enjoyed it.
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