You're A Blur In My Dead Past, chapter 10
It was early when I woke the next morning, or at least I thought it was. It was barely light out when my eyes opened. I focused my gaze on the alarm clock on the other side of the room. 7:12, not that early I suppose. I pulled the covers off of me slowly and stood up. I was careful not to wake Myla as I tiptoed out the door and gently closed it behind me. I stretched once I reached the hallway, and careful not to make the floorboards creak under me, I slowly started walk towards the stairs.
"Unh!" I stopped in my tracks and looked around. I noticed the sound was coming from Mike's room. I leant my ear against it,
"Ooh." My mouth dropped. Moaning! Mike was having a sex dream! I muffled my giggles and twisted the door handle gently and pushed it open. I poked my head inside and my mouth dropped. Mike was sitting on his bed with the infamous "Mags & Me" photo album open next to him. I followed his arm down and gaped at the fact that his hand was down his boxers. The door creaked slightly as Mikes head turned so fast towards where I was standing I thought it was about to snap off. I slapped my hand over my eyes and I heard Mike gasp.
"Sorry Mikey. I-I-I thought you were having a sex dream or something."
Suddenly, I heard a door open and as a reaction, I jumped into Mike's room so I wouldn't be seen, or drag attention to his room. I closed the door behind me and slowly looked over at Mike.
He had scampered back under the covers and the album shoved under the bed. His face was also a deep red color.
There was an awkward silence between us for a few minutes.
"I'm SO sorry, Mikey!"
He remained silent, and the color had yet to be drained from his face, I thought he was gonna keep blushing for the next hour.
I bit my lip, trying to prevent the laughter from escaping my lips.
"At least you were thinking of me," I giggled and burst out into a fit of laughter onto the floor.
I looked up at him, he didn't look the least bit amused, and his face was still a scarlet color.
"Ill go," I mumbled, leaving his room and making my way down to the kitchen.
He kept his head down all during breakfast and every time I would ask him to pass me something, he would without a word, or even looking at me. He helped his mom clean up afterwards so I decided to make him talk to me. I sauntered into his room and sat on his bed, waiting for him to show up.
He did, about ten minutes later. As soon as he saw me, he turned around and left the room. I leapt up and grabbed his elbow and pulled him back into the room.
"Mikey, you can't not talk to me forever. Don't feel embarrassed about this morning. If anything, I should be the one that should be avoiding you."
He smiled and I hugged him.
"I'm glad you were thinking of me, though," I joked, and I could have sworn I heard laughter come from his mouth.
"Next time, just put a sign on the door or something so I'll keep walking."
"Yeah, I'm gonna put a sign on my door that says 'Warning: Teenager Masturbating,' I don't think so."
I laughed. "Alright, I'll just ignore it next time."
We walked hand in hand on the way to Billie Joe's. I had a feeling he still wasn't completely comfortable around me.
"The guys are gonna die when they hear about this morning," I said, looking at him and smiling.
"You can't tell them!" he protested.
"Why not? It's funny, and besides, I'm sure you aren't the only one who got caught." He smiled and I winked at him. "Dirty man."
"You walked in on him? WHILE he was doing it?" Bianca asked, dumbfounded.
I giggled and watched Mike blush again. "Yep."
"Smooth man, very smooth," Billie said, attempting a high-five with Mike.
Tre laughed his head off at the whole story, so much so that Bianca almost fell off his lap.
"So," I whispered to Bianca, "you and Tre seem cozy."
She giggled. "Yeah, he's so awesome." I could see the devotion in her eyes as she spoke of him. It was kind of like the way I felt around Mike.
"TRE! Get your ass off my face!" Billie yelled.
"No, you ate the last cookie, and I wanted it," he whined.
Bianca rolled her eyes and extended out her hand so she could pull Billie out from under Tre.
"Why don't you go and get your own cookie?" I asked him.
"Hmm, never thought of that," Tre replied, getting up and walking towards the kitchen.
I heard Billie mumble something, but I couldn't understand what exactly it was.
I yawned and lied down on the couch. We had spent the whole day at Billie's watching movies, or TV, even watching the guys practice. It was getting late and I hadn't slept well the night before.
"I think I'm gonna head home, guys. Bianca, you gonna stay at Tre's again?"
She looked over at Tre who smiled and winked at her. "Yeah, I'll be back in the morning before my dad comes to get me."
"Alright, see you tomorrow then."
"I'll walk you home, Mags," Mike said, leading me to the door. I said my good byes and stepped out into the cold night air. It could get pretty cold at night, even if it was the end of June. I shivered and made my way to my street. We ended up walking passed Mike's house and noticed that none of the lights were on. He checked his watch for the time.
"It's not late, how come none of the lights were on?"
Panic flashed through his eyes right then and there as he took of in a sprint towards his house. I tore after him and watched him fumble with his keys and unlocked the door. He ran into the house and ran all the way upstairs to Myla's room
"She's not here!" I heard him yell.
I walked into the kitchen and noticed a piece of paper on the table. I flicked on the light and read it.
[b]Mike-
I took Myla to the hospital to get some tests done. Be back in the morning.
Xox -Mom.[b]
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"MIKE!" I yelled. "Come here!"
I heard him come thundering down the stairs like a heard of elephants and handed him the note.
"Thank God," he mumbled, resting the paper on the table. "I thought it had happened again."
I hugged him. "Oh Mike, it's ok. Myla's safe as long as she's at home. You've got nothing to worry about."
He smiled and kissed my forehead.
"Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure. I'm gonna go change into some pajamas or whatever, in case I fall asleep here again."
"I'll make some popcorn and meet you in the living room."
I pushed open the door to Mike's room and searched through his drawers for an old pair of shorts of boxers. I pulled out a pair and changed. I left my halter top on but removed my hoodie and laid it on his bed. I tied up my hair and went to meet him in the living room. I could smell the popcorn wafting through the house as I made myself comfortable on the couch.
"You like my boxers, don't you, Mags?" he joked.
"Mmmhmm.. it was hard to find a pair that weren't stained," I giggled.
He stuck his tongue out at me and sat on a chair across from me.
"Kidding!" I giggled again as I flopped down on his lap, wrapping ourselves up in a blanket.
He nuzzled his face into my neck as the movie started and gently started to kiss it. I let a moan escape from my mouth and immediately regretted it. I clamped a hand over my mouth as Mike looked up at me and smiled. "Found your weak spot," he joked.
It was my turn to stick my tongue out at him. He went back to nuzzling my neck as I tried to watch the movie.
"You are very distracting, Mr. Pritchard, do you know that?"
"I sure do, Ms. Curtis," he joked, continuing to kiss my neck.
I finally pushed him away. "What are you trying to do to me, Mikey?"
He thought about it for a moment. "Trying to get you to pay attention to me. I feel so left out." He stuck his bottom lip out and batted his eyelashes.
I laughed and kissed him gently. He moved one hand to the back of my neck and pushed me closer to him and his other hand wandered down to my lower back, caressing it. I rested my hands on his chest and the kiss gradually became more intense. I felt his tongue beg for entrance to my mouth and when it finally succeeded, a million shivers were sent through my spine at the same time. My stomach did its normal flip and then some.
His hands found the way to the hem of my shirt as he slowly began pulling upwards, removing it from my body. He broke the kiss again to take of his own shirt and throw it to the ground with my own. I felt his hands roam up my back and clasp on to my bra hook and fiddle with it.
"Problems?" I teased him as it finally came undone and slid down my arms.
His lips moved to my neck again as I became aware of what was happening.
"Mike," I whispered into his ear, "we can't do this."
He reached into his back pocket and slipped a white package into my hand. "We're fine," he replied huskily, breathing down my shoulder.
"That's not what I meant," I whispered again, slipping the package into his pocket. "I can't do this."
He stopped and looked into my eyes. "Why didn't you say so?" He pulled away and kissed my forehead.
I smiled at him. "Thank You."
"Unh!" I stopped in my tracks and looked around. I noticed the sound was coming from Mike's room. I leant my ear against it,
"Ooh." My mouth dropped. Moaning! Mike was having a sex dream! I muffled my giggles and twisted the door handle gently and pushed it open. I poked my head inside and my mouth dropped. Mike was sitting on his bed with the infamous "Mags & Me" photo album open next to him. I followed his arm down and gaped at the fact that his hand was down his boxers. The door creaked slightly as Mikes head turned so fast towards where I was standing I thought it was about to snap off. I slapped my hand over my eyes and I heard Mike gasp.
"Sorry Mikey. I-I-I thought you were having a sex dream or something."
Suddenly, I heard a door open and as a reaction, I jumped into Mike's room so I wouldn't be seen, or drag attention to his room. I closed the door behind me and slowly looked over at Mike.
He had scampered back under the covers and the album shoved under the bed. His face was also a deep red color.
There was an awkward silence between us for a few minutes.
"I'm SO sorry, Mikey!"
He remained silent, and the color had yet to be drained from his face, I thought he was gonna keep blushing for the next hour.
I bit my lip, trying to prevent the laughter from escaping my lips.
"At least you were thinking of me," I giggled and burst out into a fit of laughter onto the floor.
I looked up at him, he didn't look the least bit amused, and his face was still a scarlet color.
"Ill go," I mumbled, leaving his room and making my way down to the kitchen.
He kept his head down all during breakfast and every time I would ask him to pass me something, he would without a word, or even looking at me. He helped his mom clean up afterwards so I decided to make him talk to me. I sauntered into his room and sat on his bed, waiting for him to show up.
He did, about ten minutes later. As soon as he saw me, he turned around and left the room. I leapt up and grabbed his elbow and pulled him back into the room.
"Mikey, you can't not talk to me forever. Don't feel embarrassed about this morning. If anything, I should be the one that should be avoiding you."
He smiled and I hugged him.
"I'm glad you were thinking of me, though," I joked, and I could have sworn I heard laughter come from his mouth.
"Next time, just put a sign on the door or something so I'll keep walking."
"Yeah, I'm gonna put a sign on my door that says 'Warning: Teenager Masturbating,' I don't think so."
I laughed. "Alright, I'll just ignore it next time."
We walked hand in hand on the way to Billie Joe's. I had a feeling he still wasn't completely comfortable around me.
"The guys are gonna die when they hear about this morning," I said, looking at him and smiling.
"You can't tell them!" he protested.
"Why not? It's funny, and besides, I'm sure you aren't the only one who got caught." He smiled and I winked at him. "Dirty man."
"You walked in on him? WHILE he was doing it?" Bianca asked, dumbfounded.
I giggled and watched Mike blush again. "Yep."
"Smooth man, very smooth," Billie said, attempting a high-five with Mike.
Tre laughed his head off at the whole story, so much so that Bianca almost fell off his lap.
"So," I whispered to Bianca, "you and Tre seem cozy."
She giggled. "Yeah, he's so awesome." I could see the devotion in her eyes as she spoke of him. It was kind of like the way I felt around Mike.
"TRE! Get your ass off my face!" Billie yelled.
"No, you ate the last cookie, and I wanted it," he whined.
Bianca rolled her eyes and extended out her hand so she could pull Billie out from under Tre.
"Why don't you go and get your own cookie?" I asked him.
"Hmm, never thought of that," Tre replied, getting up and walking towards the kitchen.
I heard Billie mumble something, but I couldn't understand what exactly it was.
I yawned and lied down on the couch. We had spent the whole day at Billie's watching movies, or TV, even watching the guys practice. It was getting late and I hadn't slept well the night before.
"I think I'm gonna head home, guys. Bianca, you gonna stay at Tre's again?"
She looked over at Tre who smiled and winked at her. "Yeah, I'll be back in the morning before my dad comes to get me."
"Alright, see you tomorrow then."
"I'll walk you home, Mags," Mike said, leading me to the door. I said my good byes and stepped out into the cold night air. It could get pretty cold at night, even if it was the end of June. I shivered and made my way to my street. We ended up walking passed Mike's house and noticed that none of the lights were on. He checked his watch for the time.
"It's not late, how come none of the lights were on?"
Panic flashed through his eyes right then and there as he took of in a sprint towards his house. I tore after him and watched him fumble with his keys and unlocked the door. He ran into the house and ran all the way upstairs to Myla's room
"She's not here!" I heard him yell.
I walked into the kitchen and noticed a piece of paper on the table. I flicked on the light and read it.
[b]Mike-
I took Myla to the hospital to get some tests done. Be back in the morning.
Xox -Mom.[b]
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"MIKE!" I yelled. "Come here!"
I heard him come thundering down the stairs like a heard of elephants and handed him the note.
"Thank God," he mumbled, resting the paper on the table. "I thought it had happened again."
I hugged him. "Oh Mike, it's ok. Myla's safe as long as she's at home. You've got nothing to worry about."
He smiled and kissed my forehead.
"Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure. I'm gonna go change into some pajamas or whatever, in case I fall asleep here again."
"I'll make some popcorn and meet you in the living room."
I pushed open the door to Mike's room and searched through his drawers for an old pair of shorts of boxers. I pulled out a pair and changed. I left my halter top on but removed my hoodie and laid it on his bed. I tied up my hair and went to meet him in the living room. I could smell the popcorn wafting through the house as I made myself comfortable on the couch.
"You like my boxers, don't you, Mags?" he joked.
"Mmmhmm.. it was hard to find a pair that weren't stained," I giggled.
He stuck his tongue out at me and sat on a chair across from me.
"Kidding!" I giggled again as I flopped down on his lap, wrapping ourselves up in a blanket.
He nuzzled his face into my neck as the movie started and gently started to kiss it. I let a moan escape from my mouth and immediately regretted it. I clamped a hand over my mouth as Mike looked up at me and smiled. "Found your weak spot," he joked.
It was my turn to stick my tongue out at him. He went back to nuzzling my neck as I tried to watch the movie.
"You are very distracting, Mr. Pritchard, do you know that?"
"I sure do, Ms. Curtis," he joked, continuing to kiss my neck.
I finally pushed him away. "What are you trying to do to me, Mikey?"
He thought about it for a moment. "Trying to get you to pay attention to me. I feel so left out." He stuck his bottom lip out and batted his eyelashes.
I laughed and kissed him gently. He moved one hand to the back of my neck and pushed me closer to him and his other hand wandered down to my lower back, caressing it. I rested my hands on his chest and the kiss gradually became more intense. I felt his tongue beg for entrance to my mouth and when it finally succeeded, a million shivers were sent through my spine at the same time. My stomach did its normal flip and then some.
His hands found the way to the hem of my shirt as he slowly began pulling upwards, removing it from my body. He broke the kiss again to take of his own shirt and throw it to the ground with my own. I felt his hands roam up my back and clasp on to my bra hook and fiddle with it.
"Problems?" I teased him as it finally came undone and slid down my arms.
His lips moved to my neck again as I became aware of what was happening.
"Mike," I whispered into his ear, "we can't do this."
He reached into his back pocket and slipped a white package into my hand. "We're fine," he replied huskily, breathing down my shoulder.
"That's not what I meant," I whispered again, slipping the package into his pocket. "I can't do this."
He stopped and looked into my eyes. "Why didn't you say so?" He pulled away and kissed my forehead.
I smiled at him. "Thank You."
