I stared straight ahead, grinding my teeth together. I refused to turn around and look at him. I couldn't. Because if I turned around, I'd tell him how much I'd missed him and how I actually had needed him. I'd tell him things weren't the same without him around. I'd tell him he might just be my favorite muse. But I wouldn't turn around, because I wasn't happy to have been played.
"Mikey, I know you missed me. Otherwise you wouldn't have come looking for me," I could hear the smile in his voice. Something inside of me wanted to bitchslap it off of his face. I didn't respond and I heard him take a few steps closer to me.
"Come on...Aren't you going to say anything?"
My hand shot out, blindly groping the coffee table. I grabbed onto what felt like a mug and instinctively spun around, throwing it at the direction Chris' voice had come from.
"Did you seriously just ask me that?!" I yelled as I stared up at him. His eyes were wide in not shock, but anxiousness as he looked at the spot I'd thrown the cup in. The ceramic mug had missed him by a not too long shot; it lay about a half foot away from him, shattered on the floor.
"Mikey-"
"No! A year, Chris! It's been a whole year that you've been completely silent! Do you seriously expect me to say the first word? Do you?"
He stared at me, his mouth open as he mouthed out a few incomprehensible words. That wouldn't do.
"Well I have nothing to say to you." I spat.
This is not how I expected our reunion to be. Turning on my heel, I pushed past the door and entered the kitchen. What do I see but every last one of my musi piled up behind the island blinds, trying to listen in. Too bad there was nothing to hear. They all stared at me dumbfounded as they were caught.
"Micks," Dave began, taking a step towards me.
"Chris is back. Better talk to him before he leaves y'all again," The words left my mouth in a growl as my feet slammed violently against the stairwell.