Chapter Eleven: Promise Me
"'I'd like to walk you through a field of wild flowers. And I'd like to check you for ticks.'" Lily sand along to the kitchen radio as she cooked up some chicken stir fry.
She didn't know why, but she was in an extra good mood that evening. Lily even put her hair up in bun like pigtails to celebrate.
"'Ooh yeah, you never know where one might be.'"
As she continued, another voice joined her. Then she found herself being held in a pair of arms by her waist.
"Boo." said a voice by her ear. She moved her head to the left to see it was Michael.
She smiled. "Boo back."
"What's with the hair Mickey Mouse?" Michael laughed
"What you don't like it?" Lily asked.
"I do, it's just that it's different. That's all." he said.
"Do you… like different?" she questioned him.
"Sure do." Michael said. "And, I never knew you liked country music. I mean, aren't you from Rivera or something? You're supposed to like classic rock aren't you?"
"I enjoy Van Halen and Jackyl from time to time. (Imitating a Rivera woman's accent) But I'm from Boston; not Rivera, Mass. Stoopid ass." Lily joked around.
Michael chuckled. "Sassy and cute; you know we never did have our little dinner at the hotel… remember?"
"Mhm, how about a midnight picnic on the beach tonight? Besides the Keys; Miami has the best ones in Florida you know…" Lily suggested.
"Yeah, that's a good idea. I'll pick you up around say 11:30ish?" Michael said.
"Deal."
He shifted his hand smoothly onto her stomach. He kissed her softly on her cheek. He whispered into her ear. "One day, we'll go out in a real field of wild flowers. Just like the song."
Lily smiled; she rotated and kissed him on the lips.
Suddenly, some one called her name in emergency. "Anderson! Your food!!"
Lily's head snapped over to her pan. Her stir fry was burning. The strong fumes teasing her nose was the proof. "OH SHIT!!"
Michael escaped towards the door. Lily attempted to save what was left of her food.
"Oooooh, Dreamer's not going to be happy about that." Sasha said.