Chapter Eight: Forgiveness?
Knock, knock. "Look Haylie, I'm sorry for what I said, I was just a little shocked over the fact that you're bearing a child in you, and can you just please just forgive a guy like me?" Mike asked.
He was standing outside Haylie's bedroom, having to hear his wife basically cry her eyes out over what he said.
"God damn this totally feels like the song Whatcha Say by Jason DeRulo." Mike muttered under his breath. "Haylie, please forgive me, I'm totally sorry."
Still no opening of the bedroom door. Did he really piss Haylie off that much? Yeah sure, he could do that to some people, but not like what he'd just done to Haylie.
"You know what, if you need me for something, I'll be downstairs." Mike said as he walked back downstairs. Looks like I've got to be doing a lot of things to get forgiveness from the Punk Diva.
When he made it downstairs, he'd went over to Haylie's laptop, loaded it up, and automatically he saw iTunes, and all of her favourite songs, all 923 of them, from some sample artists of: ACDC, B.o.B, Carrie Underwood, Daughtry, Eminem, Faber Drive, Girlicious, Hedley, Iyaz, Jason DeRulo, Kanye West, Lady Antebellum, The Maine, some band named N.E.R.D, Oceana, Panic at the Disco, Rascal Flats, Saliva, Taio Cruz, Usher, V.I.C, We the Kings, Zebrahead, and 3 Doors down. So Mike was looking through all of the songs until he'd found one song that was suited for the current situation.
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Guess this means you're sorry
You're standing at my door
Guess this means you take back
What you said before
Like how much you wanted
Anyone but me
Haylie raised her head from her now wet pillow as she heard her favourite song My Life Would Suck Without You by Kelly Clarkson start to play downstairs, and she knew that her laptop was off before she came up here, so that would mean….
Haylie got off of her bed, opened the door and walked downstairs to see Mike downstairs, actually kneeing and asking, "Do you forgive me now?"