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Perspective: Michael and Maria
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Michael ran his fingers lightly up Maria's smooth back, she subconsciously shivered in her sleep and he leant forward to kiss her cheek. He looked at the clock on Maria's wall, 5.00am, time to get up for work.
Silently, he climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom on the landing, it was barely light outside so he felt his way along, guided by specks of light that were pouring through the window onto the floor.
He took a quick shower, the water felt refreshing on his body as he brushed his hair back from his face. He looked at the small rack in the shower; it was full of strawberry smelling, brightly coloured feminine products, he smiled, maybe he would wash his hair when he got home.
Michael stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. A large mirror dominated the wall above the wash basin, but had steamed over due to the heat from the shower; Michael rubbed it away with his hand and stared at himself.
He thought of the reflection that used to stare back at him a few years ago. Before he met Maria. It was the reflection of a lost, angry boy, but the face that stared back now had been transformed, it was the face of a happy, content young man.
He brushed his teeth quickly and walked back to Maria's room to get changed for work. She was still asleep as he entered the room, sprawled on her front, with her arm stretched across the place Michael had been laying only 20 minutes earlier.
He sighed as he dressed, wishing he could be under that arm, Michael noticed it was getting lighter outside so he stooped down and kissed Maria's outstretched hand and crept out of the room.
"Morning!"
Amy greeted him as he entered the kitchen and poured him a cup of coffee. Michael rubbed his eyes and joined her at the table.
"Thanks!" he muttered gratefully, and sipped the warm brown liquid; it always gave him a boost.
It had become a habit every time he stayed at Maria's house; he and Amy would share a pot of coffee in the morning before they both headed out to work while Maria slept peacefully upstairs.
It was a far cry from the day Amy had first caught them in her room together; ironically they were only sleeping that day because Michael had walked out on his abusive foster father, Hank and Maria was the only person he could think of going to.
But that was years ago, Amy now accepted Michael as part of the family which he felt was a privilege, no man had been allowed to stay at the DeLuca household since Maria's father had left.
Michael had promised Amy he would never ever hurt Maria and it was good enough for her.
Michael and Amy sat in a comfortable silence and sipped their coffee, both wishing they were back in their nice warm beds.
Amy's bangles shimmied up and down her arm as she wrapped a purple and gold striped shawl around her shoulders and neck, Michael usually found himself quite bemused by her outfit choice. That was Amy DeLuca for you, quirky and unique. Well that was either DeLuca for you.
"Oh"
Michael looked up as Amy interrupted his thoughts and scuttled off to the end of the kitchen and started rummaging through the top drawer of her cabinet. She returned holding a plastic wallet of photographs.
"I nearly forgot, I developed the photo of you and Maria. It came out pretty well."
Amy had taken up photography in her spare time. She called it 'life capturing' and had insisted on taking a picture of Michael and Maria while they were sitting in the garden the previous week. Michael took the photos out of the wallet and sifted through them.
Eventually, after many shots of various plants he found the one of him and Maria. She looked stunning, her green eyes gleamed like emeralds, her blonde hair flew behind her and glittered in the sun, she was sitting on his lap and her hands were placed on top of his. She was smiling at him as he looked up at her.
He couldn't stop staring at the picture, they looked so happy. Amy looked at him and chuckled.
"Keep it!" she said, she drained the last of her coffee and stood up "Right Mr. Guerin we had better get our butts off to work. Its lasagne night tonight don't be late"
And with that she walked out of the kitchen and left him staring at the picture in his hand.
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Maria walked into the Crashdown and sat at one of the stools at the counter, it was lunchtime so the place was packed. The loud noise and bustling surrounding her boomed in her ears, she was grateful she wasn't working today.
"Hey! Maria!" Liz bounded up to her, she looked unusually perky "What can I get you? My dad bought this amazing chocolate cake with --"
"Nothing today sweetie I'm not feeling to good" she interrupted and brought her hand to her forehead. God! Chocolate cake, she couldn't think of anything else she'd rather not eat at that precise moment.
"Michael's in the kitchen, want me to get him?"
Maria shook her head and closed her eyes, why was it so loud in here? Her head was spinning and she felt like throwing up.
"Hey…" Liz grabbed her hand looking concerned "Go and sit out the back, I'll bring you a glass of water."
Liz led her to the back room and settled her onto a comfy chair. Maria breathed in deeply, she felt slightly better away from all of the noise. She sank back into the chair and crossed her legs, she couldn't stop thinking of the chocolate cake, it made her feel nauseous.
"Here you go" Liz handed her the glass of water "that'll be one dollar" she joked and flopped beside her.
Maria laughed, and sipped slowly from the cool glass, she realised she hadn't sat down and talked to Liz in ages, she felt slightly guilty, she had noticed Liz hadn't been herself lately. She stooped down and laid her head across Liz's lap who then proceeded to stroke Maria's hair.
"Are you needed in the diner?" Maria asked quickly
"Nah, dad should have it covered" she said pulling strands of Maria's hair away from her face. "Besides, I'm due a lunch break"
"So how are things with you and Max?"
Maria looked up at her best friends face, Liz was staring straight ahead, her eyes looked slightly glazed for a moment, then she looked down at Maria and sighed.
"It's complicated…I don't know Maria…I just need to get my head straight you know…"
Liz's tone was defiant; she looked down at Maria who nodded in response, she had a peculiar feeling that Liz wasn't telling her everything but she felt too weak to interrogate her at that moment, besides she would probably find out sooner or later, Liz told her everything.
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"That's one 'Moon Burger' with fries and a 'Saturn Steak' combo"
Michael placed the order at the window and wiped the sweat off of his forehead as Liz's father grabbed the last outstanding order and took it to table four. Michael lent against the counter and stretched his hands out in front of him. He had been working solidly since he arrived.
He looked out into the half empty Crashdown, and felt slightly disappointed that Maria hadn't come by to have lunch with him. He sighed and walked grumpily into the back room, the door swung behind him and he stopped in his tracks, Liz was asleep in the big red chair and Maria was laying sound asleep across her lap.
He smiled and walked silently over to his locker to grab the lunch Maria had prepared for him the night before, she was always thinking of little things to do for him like that. Michael pressed his hand on the locker to open it, he didn't bother with unnecessary devices such as padlocks, he knew no one would ever get into his locker, unless they possessed 'super alien powers' of course.
When his hand didn't glow and his locker remained shut, Michael took a step back and flexed his fingers; this was strange, very strange. He tried again. And again. The locker would not open.
Feeling frustrated he punched the locker door which, infuriatingly, still remained shut.
"'ey..woss..goin'..on" Liz mumbled half asleep, she looked up at Michael who was rubbing his bruised knuckle.
"Uh, nothing" he replied quietly trying not to wake Maria who was still lying peacefully across Liz's lap
"Just go back to sleep" he whispered and walked off the kitchen to put some ice on his hand.
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Not an exciting chapter, but all of this is leading somewhere and all entwines together! I promise! Please review!!!!