Chapter Twelve: A Second Interruption

It was just like a movie. The sunset faded to black. The waves slowly crashed onto the shore. The white sand between Lily's toes felt soft and silky and a gentle, cold breeze blew every now and then.

"So what'd you bring?" Michael asked her.

Lily dug into her basket and pulled out a piece of food one at a time.

"Well, I brought two salami sandwiches, macaroni salad for the two of us, cake for desert, and –(she took out an olive green bottle of wine and two win glasses)—win to go with that." Lily said. "Oh! And I forgot one last thing. (She reached in again and took out a bowl of soup) Hot Tongue Chili for me."

Michael smirked. "More poison huh?"

"Yep!" Lily said proudly.

He laughed and picked up one of the sandwiches. He pulled off the plastic wrapping and then sunk his teeth in it to take a bite. Lily waited for a response from him.

Michael nodded. "Mm, pretty good; I like the Italian dressing you put into it."

Lily smiled. "Thanks."

"You know," he swallowed down his food. "I brought something as well."

Lily raised her eyebrows. "Mr. Prima Donna COOKS?"

Michael put his hand up gesturing refusal and laughed. "Ah ha, no way; it's not something you eat. It's more of something you--"

"Lily! Lily!!" a familiar voice called excitedly from the background.

Brown locks shifted over in the direction where it was coming from. Sasha was jumping up and down trying to get her attention.

Lily sighed and put her head in the palm of her hand. "I should have never told her where I was going…I'll be right back."

"'Kay." Michael said.

Lily walked about a few feet away from Michael over to Sasha. "What's going on?"

"Kane just asked me to be his girlfriend!! Isn't that exciting?!" the strawberry blonde squealed. She started jumping up and down again. "Aieee! …Why aren't you happy-dancing?"

She stopped when Lily started to speak. "Because, I'm trying to have a special dinner with Michael? Can we talk about this some other time?"

"Sorry I was just so happy I had to tell you." She said. "But remember, Tommy Dreamer's birthday is coming up. And he's having a birthday party so we have to cook up a big feast."

"Okay, got it." Lily said. "'Bye!"

Going over to Michael, she sat back down and said "She had to tell me something about work."

"Oh, I see; she seemed very eager about it." Michael said.

Lily shrugged. "What do you know? The girl's crazy about her job. But anyways, where were we?"

"Ahh, forget it. I'll tell you tomorrow." Michael waved it off. "Let's have some wine."

"Alright." Lily took a hold of the bottle and tried popping the cork out. Though, she was having a little trouble with it.

"Here let me -- " Michael tried helping.

"—No it's okay, I got it." Lily continued to struggle with it.

"Give it to me I'll -- "

Then suddenly, it snapped and cracked Michael in the head.

"OWW!!"

He put a hand on his head to rub away the pain.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry about that Michael." Lily apologized about twenty times.

"…Run." He said.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because… I am SO gonna get you back for that!" Michael laughed.

Soon Michael was dashing after her trying to get a hold of her. When he did, he tackled her into the sand and rolled on top of her.

"Oof!" Lily was on her back and looked above her. A soft smile appeared on the dirty blonde's face. And then he placed a deep and passionate kiss onto her lips. Everything seemed so perfect and in place…