Chapter 2

I didn't dream of Michael the rest of the night, which only made me want to see him even more. That morning, I walked downstairs to see a note on the kitchen table. There was a last minute morning meeting my father had to go to and my mother was going to be in town all day getting new stuff for the house. I didn't blame her. Being just an ordinary house wife would be boring to me too. I'm just surprised she didn't take me with her. She usually takes me places with her when I'm bored. Moving here changed us all. I got into the shower and when I was done I let my hair dry into soft curls and put on shorts and a yellow blouse. I then decided to make breakfast for myself. I was trying to do things that would get my mind off of Michael Myers. After all, I still couldn't understand why I had some weird fascination for him. I then heard a knock at the door. When I opened the door, I saw Ricky there with a bouquet of flowers in front of him.

"Are those for me?" I smiled.

"Oh no, I just decided to walk with flowers in my hand today. I thought it made me seem manlier," he smirked, handing me the flowers.

I laughed, "Thanks. Wanna come in for breakfast? I just made pancakes and eggs."

"Wow you can cook? I'm definitely considering marrying you now."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever Ricky. Just sit your butt down before I tell you to get out. What made you come over anyway?"

"Well, to be honest, I really want to know why you went over to see Michael Myers."

"We're back at that again? I thought I told you that I don't even know why."

"Were you in like a trance or something?"

"No!... I don't know. I just wanted to see him up close, I guess."

"He could have killed you!"

"No. Somehow I sense that he's harmless. I'm not sure about anyone else, but I get the feeling that he won't hurt me."

Ricky just stared at me, "You're really out of your mind, you know that? But if it wasn't for the fact that you can cook, really sweet and… beautiful… I might not like you."

Ricky looked up at me, from his plate, with loving eyes. Yes, he liked me… A lot. But I couldn't return the feeling. I didn't see him that way, at least not at the moment.

"Ricky, I—"

"I know, you don't see me the same way. You don't even have to say it. I can see it in your eyes. It's okay though. I don't mind being just your friend, as long you like me continue being a part of your life."

For some reason though, it was lines like that made me melt inside and I wasn't sure why.

"Oh Ricky, of course I want you in my life but you're right though. I do only see you as just a friend."

"Yeah, I knew it. But please promise me one thing?"

"What?"

"Promise me you won't go see that murderer again."

I sighed. If promising him would get him off my back so I could see Michael without him knowing then it had to be done. "Yes, I promise."

"Great! Okay since we're done with breakfast I have the whole day planned for us?"

"Excuse me?"

He wasn't kidding about having the whole day planned. He decided to drive me into town, luckily we never ran into my mother. He showed me around and when it was lunchtime he treated me. After that he took me over to the college that I would be going to. He really was a sweet guy, but I just had no feelings for him that way. We didn't get home until about seven. I gave him a hug goodbye and walked in. When I checked the kitchen table again, there was another note. Apparently, my mother and father went out for another business dinner and wouldn't be back until late again. My heart raced. I had another chance to go see Michael! I ran upstairs changed into pants and put on a light sweater. At eight o'clock I was off. I saw from a distance that Ricky was having dinner with his family. Perfect! He wouldn't be coming out anytime soon. I made sure I had brought a bag with me this time which consisted of a notebook and pen for Michael, a flashlight for me, and if anything went wrong, a large pocket knife. I really hoped though that I wouldn't need it though. So finally I was where I was before when Ricky caught me. I made sure I didn't step on anything this time and with the night sky above us making it dark, Michael couldn't tell that I was there. Suddenly though, a cloud had moved exposing the moon and it lighted up exactly where I stood. Michael looked over at me. My heart began to race again, out of excitement and fear. He then tilted his head to the side. He was confused, just plain confused. I still could feel that he wouldn't hurt me. He just wanted to know why I was there.

"Hello Michael, my name is Rosalie. I won't hurt you, I promise,"

He then titled his head to the other side.

"Well, actually I guess if anyone were to hurt anyone it would be you hurting me, but somehow I can feel you wouldn't do that to me."

His head was now upright. He continued to stare.

"Michael, I'd really like the chance to have a real conversation with you but in order for me to do that I would have to unlock your handcuffs. Michael, will you promise me that if I unlock your handcuffs, won't run away or hurt me?"

He stared at me for about five seconds and then nodded yes.

I couldn't believe what I was doing. I slowly walked up to him and kneeled beside him. I took a bobby pin out of my hair and leaned towards the handcuffs. My hair swept passed his shoulder and his shivered. I finally picked open one of his handcuffs but he kept his hand there until I picked the other one open. After I opened the last one he massaged his wrists. He continued to sit there and stare at me.

"Oh! The notebook. Here."

I handed him the notebook and pen and right away he began to write. He then handed it back to me.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm not actually sure. For some reason, I feel drawn to you."

He began writing again, he then handed it back.

"You're definitely an odd girl. For some reason though, I feel drawn to you too. I'm not sure what it is. You do know I'm a murderer right? I am capable hurting you."

"Yes I know, but you won't hurt me," I moved closer to him.

"What makes you say that?"

"I don't know, I can just feel it."

"You're a brave girl, Rosalie. I admire that. But you really shouldn't be talking to me. At any moment I could snap and… I could bring nothing but pain to you and those you love and I don't want to do that."

"Michael, I know you wouldn't do that to me," I moved closer to him and he quickly back away.

"I don't understand why you keep trying to get close to me. Everyone else wants to stay as far away from me as possible, but you just want to be as near to me as possible."

"Michael, I would like to get to know you better."

"You really are a crazy girl. Handcuff me back up. If you still want to get to know me, as you say you do, you can come back tomorrow night and I will answer any question you like."

"I will come back. I can assure you that," I smiled.

I got up and handcuffed him back up again. But when I was crawling back I tripped on my sweater and I fell onto Michael's lap. He titled his head to the side and I felt my face grow blood red. I got up quickly and grabbed by bag.

"I promise Michael, I'll come back tomorrow. One way or another. But if I don't come it's because something stopped me from leaving my house, but I will find a way to see you again. I give you my word."

He nodded his head and I smiled. I began walking back. I finally felt as if I had something to look forward too. And I for some reason, when I thought back to when I feel on top of him and looked up into his eyes, I felt a warm, tingly sensation in me. I blushed again at the thought of feeling his warm body and shook my head. Why was I feeling this way? It was as though I had a crush on him, but that couldn't be possible… Could it?