Hey there mister, mister, mister, mister…I need a kisser, a-a-a kisser. I was apparently losing my mind when a random song that I suppose I made up and combined with other stuff came into my head. Chapter two, enjoy. And thanks for the reviews you guys, I love them. I eat your reviews like I eat food to survive. Also a little heads up, my grammar is really screwed up for some reason today…its creeping me out.
Mikayla and I sat in the kitchen, silent. She was bored, and I didn't know how to entertain her, which is a flaw because she's my girlfriend, it should be easy right? Wrong, because you never know what can set her off.
"Do you want something to drink?" I wait for her answer. She had her fist pressed into her cheek as she sat across from me at the island table.
"Now you're talking my language."
"Soda wise." I said, moving towards the fridge. I was trying my best to think of things to do, but my mind kept going back to alcohol. I had no idea how I could help a girl who drinks almost three times her body weight in one night, get over her alcohol habit. I pulled some cokes from the fridge, sat one in front of Kayla before sitting next to her.
"We could watch a movie." I told her as she shook her head.
"Sonny I hate movies."
"Oh." I frowned, who hates movies? "We could watch the boat show on TV."
"Why, when you practically pulled me away from having front row seats."
"I did not."
"I don't want to watch something that I was already at."
I sighed, not really taking her words and tone to heart.
"Okay, we can talk about your songs. What do you think you want to write about?"
"Sonny…" the girl began.
"That's a start." I smiled, thinking she meant me.
"Shut up."
She stood up, pulling up on her soda before moving into the dining room. My mom had recently decorated everything in a dark tan color with brown items here and there. Mikayla hopped onto the table before facing me. I didn't want to follow her into the next room, there really wasn't' a point if she wasn't going to talk to me like a normal person.
"You can't sit on that table." I told her as she popped open the can in her hand. She didn't say a word as she slowly sipped her drink.
"Mikayla I'm serious, my mom just decorated everything in there."
"Lets go to my place." Those words forced me to stare at the table in front of me. I could see through to the dishes beneath.
"I don't know."
"Come on. I'm dying here." I heard the girl move around before she stood next to me. Her hand on my arm as I faced her, waiting for her to speak. "Well?"
"As long as I'm home before eleven, we film with a live audience tomorrow."
"Oh-boring. I'm way more entertaining then that stupid show."
"Its not stupid." I told her, standing up as her fingers finally left me.
"Yes it is. It's a show about nothing. Its like…a show with no plot, dull characters…"
"Look I'll go with you if you shut up about something that I love to do."
"Note taken." The brunette smiled at me as I followed her right back outside. Once again we were in her car, heading a few blocks back from once we came. I began moving my fingers in and out of the other as we parked in the driveway.
"Shit…Mom's home." Mikayla climbed out first as I followed her, not really wanting to see her mother. The front door was open but before we even made it inside the place a few bulbs went off somewhere. Someone was taking pictures.
"I hate the paparazzi."
My words went unnoticed I suppose, because once inside the door closed and Mikayla ran towards the living room. There was nothing in the house that spoke of individuality. The entire place was pure white with glass items and stainless steal fixtures. I couldn't live in a house with no color. I retraced Kayla's steps before spotting her next to the small mini bar her mom had set up months ago, near the smallest sofa. Mikayla was shuffling through the contents as her mother faced me from the nearby archway.
"Sonny, you actually came over to my childless home. Well at least you brought my daughter with you…I guess for tonight it won't be so childless will it?" Mikayla's mom was a bit of a drama queen herself, she thought she knew everything.
"Hello misses Williams." I made it towards Mikayla before bending over the girl and swatting her hand from the fridge filled with alcoholic drinks. "Not tonight." I told her as she pulled back and her mother spoke.
"Drinking tonight Mikayla?"
"Do you care?"
"Not really, but last week you drunk up all the Sky I had in this place, next time I wont be so lenient with you."
I didn't understand how someone could be so calm with their sixteen year old daughter drinking right in their face. My mother would kill me and I'm glad for that, I didn't want to pick up such a habit that would waste my money.
"So are you having a boyfriend over tonight, or are you just dressed up because you think that's a cute outfit?" Mikayla stood, drink less, facing her mother as she crossed her arms.
"For your information…daughter…I'm going out…possibly."
"Meaning you just may get stood up by your what, nineteenth date this week? How many hit and misses are you on altogether?"
"Just one." Silence filled the room and I didn't understand why. The conversation was meaningless but I guess I didn't understand the way they spoke to each other. "Don't destroy my house Mikayla."
"I wouldn't dream of it." And soon after that Mikayla's mom left the room and trailed up the stairs in her long black dress.
"I'm glad that you decided not to drink Kayla." I smiled at the girl as she scoffed opening the fridge and popping open a beer.
"No one tells me what to do." She quickly let the can touch her lips before I could stop her. This was one of those moments where I wanted to grab her by the neck and just shake her.
"I wasn't trying to tell you what to do. I just thought you'd like to know that someone would always be there to support you."
"Good. Then support me and forget about this moment." Mikayla moved out of the room and I didn't dare follow. The sofa was soft, plush, white, and it held the lifelessness of this home in its arms. I was kind of glad that my house was colorful and more alive because I was never scared to express myself. This house seemed to be an empty shell desperately trying to be filled. None of Mikayla's records sat on the wall. None of her photos from huge events covered the tables. Nothing showed that she even existed in the home, it was a show place to the untrained eye, a place where people just came for a look-see and nothing more. I listened to the ticking clock before I moved my foot to the beat. Fifteen minutes passed by before Mikayla even gazed back into the room, her eyes were low, red even. I quickly stood to make it over to her but she rose her hand for me to stay.
"Are you okay?" Of course she wasn't. That was a stupid question. "Were you crying?" I was confused on if she was drinking or crying, her faces seemed the same to me considering she did both on such occasions.
"This is why I don't write." She snickered a bit before sighing deeply. I took a step towards her and she didn't protest. Once I was in front of her I could see how rosy her cheeks were, and how flushed her eyes seemed.
"Maybe this is when you should write."
"What's the point. Everything always comes out the same."
"I'd like to hear it." I didn't know if her mother was still in the house or not. To be honest I never stepped foot in Mikayla's room since we began dating. It's not like I was scared or anything…well maybe a little, but I didn't know what to expect. She's unpredictable at times.
"Stop being so….Sonny-ish." She moved away from me before walking into the bathroom across the hall.
"I can't…not be me." The bathroom was so dull and depressing, I could barley last an entire night in this house. "What's with the no color rule in this house?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know…there's no color…anywhere." I signaled towards different things before the brunette grabbed my hand.
"Not out here it isn't. This is that beast of a woman's space." I tried my best to keep up with the girl as we walked towards a narrow hallway, passing a few other doors before her room door sat open. Inside, a bed of black with green, yellow, and a light blue bedding covered the entire frame. Small shelves held up painting material as well as notebooks of different colors and sizes. To the right sat a keyboard with a microphone and a small sound booth set up, barley big enough for one person really. There was a window with a seat under it just in front of us, and a small walkway that lead to a built in floor stage, that was just the length of Mikayla's bed.
"See, color."
I was taken back by how much of the room had changed since we began dating. Nothing was brightly covered in pink and yellow's, and the old whiteness of the house seemed to fade out here.
"Is this where you play?" I asked the girl as she pulled me from the room.
"You're not allowed in here."
"I'm not allowed?" I couldn't believe there was a Sonny restricted area. "What do you mean I'm not allowed?"
"You're just not."
"What are you afraid of?"
"I have to call the girls, give me a sec." Mikayla closed her room door, walking inside and leaving me to stare at the pale white frame. I didn't know what to think, was I suppose to be offended or mad, maybe even a little of both.
"Sonny, tell that child in there to stop slamming doors." Miss Williams was standing at the end of the hall as a man strolled past her and out of sight. She smiled before waving me away, but that made no sense, I was standing here first. I stood my ground before knocking on Mikayla's door.
"How come I'm not allowed in there?"
"I'm on the phone."
"Mikayla, answer me."
"Rudeness…. shut it."
"Mikayla I'm serious, I let you in my room all the time."
"Your room isn't your sanctuary now is it?"
"I promise to respect your space." This was getting crazy, how was I the one on the pleading end? I patiently waited for the door to open, which seemed as if it'd never would happen. I pressed my back into the door, staring at myself in the mirror across the hall. Mikayla kept herself closed off from the world, even from me, but I could see where she was getting it from. Her mom was never a person to talk about her feelings, or tell Mikayla how much she meant to her either.
"Huh." I heard Mikayla speak from behind the door just before she opened it, not giving me enough time to move away. I stumbled backwards almost falling towards the floor if she didn't reach out to grab my arm. I was practically leaning more towards the floor then the normal upright position. Once I was sure I could stand Mikayla let me go before closing her door.
"What were you doing?" She asked me, crossing her arms.
"Standing out there where apparently I wasn't allowed in here."
"Yeah." I deserved more then one word answers, but I ignored the girl and sat on the edge of her bed as she watched me. "I called the girls to come over," she proudly stated.
"What girls?"
"My friends."
"I don't know your friends. Any of them."
"So." If she thought 'so' was a proper answer she was sadly mistaken.
"Mikayla how come I don't know anything about you and your friends. For all I know they could be hitting on you or something."
"Trust me, its not possible with the stalking media to cheat on you."
"That's not funny."
"It wasn't meant to be." She made her way over to her window before pulling on the blind-strings. I watched as her room became completely shielded from the outside world.
"No one knows we're dating. Well no one in the media, and not your mom. Do you friends know?" The air conditioner had clicked on at that moment, chilling my arms since the vent was above my head. I slid back on the bed some more, crossing my legs before Mikayla made it over to her standing keyboard.
"My friends? It depends on which friends you're talking about."
"Any of them."
"I don't know. Maybe I've said it once or twice, but not a lot of people know. Unlike you telling Tawnie and those other…people."
"Those people..are very close to me Mikayla. You don't always have to criticize everything I do."
"If I was criticizing you I would of told you that I don't trust any of those idiots that you work with, and that your mother is a very loud person who blabs things to any and everyone who'll listen. But I didn't say that now did I?"
"Mikayla! Don't talk about my mom."
"Mommy's baby is gonna' cry?"
"Mommy's baby is gonna' smack you if you don't shut up." I quickly went quiet as Kayla faced me. She was silent, and so was I. She tilted her head as I sighed, looking at the bedding before I heard the girl move over towards me. I didn't look up to her until I felt her fingers pressed against my chin. I let my eyes run across her arm before I met her face.
"Getting bold are we?" She asked as I focused on her fingers against my chin. Her skin was warm, and her eyes deadly.
"Don't talk about my mom." My words came out almost as a whisper as she leaned into me, moving her fingers as her nose sat just a centimeter away from mine.
"But your mom does talk a lot."
"To family maybe."
"Sonny. Don't ever raise your voice to me again." She studied my eyes as I felt my heart beat against my chest. It was a moment when I thought I was going to puke or something considering my breaths were getting shorter and shorter. I didn't say a word, I only moved away from her, climbing onto the floor and walking towards the door.
"Where are you going?" She called out to me.
"Home." I shook my head. "If you're going to threaten me, I'm going home."
"I didn't threaten you, but if you'd like me to…."
"Why can't you just be yourself? Why do you constantly act like someone you're not? This isn't you Mikayla…this isn't the girl I've fell in love with."
"Then who was the girl you fell in love with? We worked on one movie Sonny. Back then I was still me, just a calmer, more tamed Mikayla. But if you don't like who I am….you're more then welcomed to leave." I could hear noise outside the door and maybe down the stairs. I knew it was Mikayla's friends darting past the paparazzi guys outside.
"What are you planning on doing tonight?" I asked, waiting for an answer that didn't include drinking. Mikayla pressed a few keys on her keyboard before a knock came to her door and two girls walked in. One was carrying a very heavy looking backpack over her shoulders. I let the girls pass me as Mikayla hugged them.
"Oh my gosh. Sonny, you're too cute." A girl Mikayla's height with red and blue streaks through her brown hair spoke to me.
"..Um..thank you." I playfully smiled as the other girl unzipped her bag and another girl from earlier walked into the room, closing the door before squealing upon spotting Mikayla. I wasn't the jealous type, I didn't have a jealous bone in me, but when Mikayla seemed happier to see them then she seemed to be with me, I admit I had a moment of jealously. I stood against the wall, watching bottle after bottle of alcohol get pulled from its backpack holder.
"You drink?" A blonde asked me as I slowly gazed at Mikayla. She focused on me as I shook my head 'no.' "Aww that's too bad." The girl frowned before moving away. I wasn't going to just stand around and let Kayla drink in front of me, I couldn't let it happen.
"I guess I should go home." My words barley broke through the laughter and giggles by the others in the room. "I'm going home." I repeated.
"Oh, you guys are so rude." The brunette with the streaks spoke up. "I'm Cadence, the blonde chick over there is Amy, and that bitch over there, yeah the chick with black hair, that's Joey, and the redhead is Stella." Cadence wrapped her arm around me, pulling me towards the bed of alcohol before sitting me next to Mikayla. "And you know that bitch already, that's Kayla, but I usually call her Kay." I didn't want to be rude so I nodded before the girl moved away. Glasses were getting pulled from one of the backpack pockets as I faced Mikayla.
"Are you going to drive me home or do I have to walk?"
"Do you want to walk?"
"Can you let your girlfriend instincts take over for once in your life?"
"Whoa, stop the presses." Joey spoke up, running her fingers through her black hair before trying her best to stand between Amy and Stella. "Dating…girlfriend…heard it…who?"
"Great." Mikayla sighed before standing on her knees. The other girls pulled up random things to sit as close to the bed as they could. "I guess you guys are the closest friends I have, so I should tell you something."
"Say it." Joey happily bounced.
"Sonny and I are dating, for the time being, so there, I said it." Kayla sat back down as I faced her. The more I heard her speak, the less I understood her. Was she intentionally trying to put me down in front of everyone, or did she think trying to lower my self-esteem would keep me running back to her.
"I'm going home." I moved from the bed or at least I tried before I felt fingers against my arm. I fell backwards towards the bed, my head knocking against Mikayla's leg as she hovered over me.
"Stay. It's a party."
"I'm not drinking." I hit her hand before sitting up once more, getting ready to move.
"You don't' have to drink."
"And I'm not watching you do it." I finally made it to my feet once more, walking back into the hallway before spotting Mary and some guy sitting on the living room couch.
"Sonny." The woman began.
"I'm sorry, I was just leaving."
The laughter from the bedroom filled the hall as I turned to spot Mikayla coming towards me. She seemed pissed for some reason, but I didn't do anything wrong.
"Goodnight misses Williams."
"Goodnight." The woman responded as I made it toward the front door as Mikayla quickly placed her hand on the knob.
"How can you just leave?"
"Mikayla I love you too much to watch you do stupid things to yourself. You just can't see how beautiful you really are…and I'm not going to stand around and watch you hurt yourself. So I'm going home."
"So you just think if there's alcohol present I'll drink it?"
"You haven't proven me wrong yet." I hesitated to face her before doing so. She looked hurt at my statement before she nodded.
"Fine. Just go home."
"Can you walk me?"
"Why?"
"Because I really don't want to be out there with the paparazzi following me this late at night. Or you could drive me."
"Take my car." Mikayla pointed towards her keys hanging at the door.
"You don't want to go with me?"
"And leave my friends? No."
"But you don't mind leaving me?"
"You're the one leaving Sonny. I'll be here when you want to be here."
I couldn't waste another breath on the girl. I didn't want to. I nodded, leaving her keys where they were before walking out the door. Lights brightly flashed as questions were tossed at me from every direction. I did my best to try and follow the path of the sidewalk to my house.
Sonny Monroe, you are one love sick puppy. That I can admit to myself without saying a word out loud. I can write it a million times and still gladly write it a million more. But the same couldn't be said for Mikayla, what was I getting myself into.
"Mom." It was almost midnight. My mom and I were sitting on the couch watching some late night werewolf movie while we ate popcorn, and sat under a thick blanket.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think I could go over to Tawnie's after filming tomorrow?"
"You sure you don't want to spend your Friday with Mikayla?"
"I'm sure she doesn't want to spend it with me."
"Are you okay?" My mom was always the type of person you could tell all your secrets and fears to, and no matter what Mikayla said, she kept your words to her heart.
"I'm fine. Its just…I want to make Mikayla happy, but I don't know how."
"I see. Well, what does she want from you?" I faced my mom after that question as she rose her eyebrow, "Oh…oh..o-kay."
"Its…a very complicated relationship."
"You shouldn't rush into things."
"Trust me mom, I'm not. She's the first real relationship I've had here in Hollywood, and all she wants to do is make my life a living hell."
"Maybe she's scared of losing you."
"Its Mikayla we're talking about. Her biggest worry is how she'll beat Hannah Montana in something."
"I doubt that." My mom tapped the couch next to her as I slid over, leaning against her shoulder.
"How about you take Mikayla to your favorite place and see if she'll open up more about herself."
"She won't."
"Try it. You'll be surprised at the difference a little one on one time truly can make." I lifted myself up, trying to make eye contact with my mom but I couldn't due to the phone ringing next to me. I rarely received calls on the house phone, but I guess this day was an exception.
"Hello."
"Son-son-sonny."
"Mikayla, this better be important." I could sense that she drunk more then she claimed she would.
"I'm out..out in…out…outside."
"Outside where?" I sat up completely as my mom watched me.
"Your place."
"WHAT?" I knew this was a bad idea on her part, being drunk and out in public, her becoming front news headlines would kill her career if she was a sixteen year old drinking for the business she was working for. I quickly moved off the couch, bare foot and all and ran outside before looking around for the girl. No paparazzi seemed to be about, which was a good thing.
"Pst. Pst. Pst. Son..Sunshine." I faced Mikayla near the street mailbox. She was holding onto the object for support as I shook my head before going to get her.
"Why do you do this to me?" I asked as she rocked slightly.
"I'm a bad drunk." She giggled, creating circles in the air before I sighed, walking into her, trying to wrap my hands around her waist. I felt her lips run against mine, a cool, wet kiss making me jump a bit.
"Ew Kayla, stop."
"You don't like it?"
"No. I don't. Especially when…ew what we're you drinking?"
"Everything." She said, letting go of the mailbox, trying to clap.
"You have to stop this." I let her arm fall over my shoulder as we made it towards the front door. My mom finally made it to the archway, grabbing Mikayla's arm before a flash went off behind me. I was frozen stiff as my mom pulled Mikayla inside the house.
"Can you leave me alone please." I asked of whoever was lurking around the place.
"What's Mikayla doing here this late at night Sonny?"
"Goodnight." I closed the door, locking it, and rechecking to make sure it was secure before I met my mom where we once were. Mikayla had her eyes closed, her hand across her stomach, and her feet against the coffee table.
"Do you care to explain this?" My mom asked as I shook my head in disagreement. "Well I wish you would."
"She's…" I didn't lie to my mom, she was like my best friend, the truth was always something scared between us. "She was drinking, but I'm sure it'll go away by morning."
"Sonny you have to be up and filming and now you're burned with a drunk girlfriend. How long had she been doing this?"
"Um. I plead the fifth."
"Sonny."
"Its best if she tells you." My mom stayed silent, nodding before moving towards the front.
"I'll make some coffee, see if you can get her to your room."
"Wait…but mom." She left out before I could even finish. "Great. This night is going to suck." I pressed my finger into Mikayla's side, but she still didn't move. "You know, there's like three bottle of sky in my room." I lied, seeing if the girl would wake up, but of course she didn't. "Guess you'll sleep here for tonight." I adjusted her feet so she could lay straight on the couch, before covering her. "What am I going to do with you Kayla?"
In no time I was in my room, laying in bed, failing to go to sleep. I had to film in less then nine hours and I was still awake. A creaking noise caused my heart to jump before my room doorknob turned. I wasn't the type of girl to hide under the covers, but I did lay flat trying to listen to the movement now echoing in the air. The door closed, and the floor creaked once more. I swallowed hard before facing a shadow. I almost leapt up as Mikayla faced me, her eyes barley open, as she slid under the sheets and fell against the pillows.
"I'm sorry Sonny. I didn't want to be home alone."
"Its okay." After that she was sleep again. I wish I could fall to sleep, but I couldn't, so I laid against my back, listening to Mikayla breath. And soon my breathing came in tuned with hers, and my eyes lowered, and I finally could sleep.
I have school tomorrow so I have to sleep but if I get my outline done I'll update again. My hands hurt now from all of this typing. Oh and I did an amazing job on my Chinese and pinyin test, yay for a third language.