You're A Blur In My Dead Past, chapter 11
I sat down properly on Mike's lap again and fixed my bra. I pulled the blankets up to my neck and felt Mike's arm wrap around my waist. It was a comforting feeling, warming. I could feel his body warmth escape from his skin and melt into my own.
"Mikey?"
"Hmm?"
"Did you ever go out with any girls while you were in England?"
I felt him tense up next to me and he cleared his throat. "Yeah, there was this one girl, Sarah"
"Did you love her?"
I guess that question caught him off guard because I saw his cheeks change color out of the corner of my eye. "No, Mags, I didn't. I was too busy thinking of you to love anyone" he replied, kissing my cheek.
"You're so cheesy" I giggled.
"What about you? Any guys?"
"A few crushes here and there, but no one that was really serious"
"Good" he mumbled.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of cartoons. I opened my eyes and looked down at the floor and say Myla sitting there, munching her fruit loops. I rubbed my eyes and gasped when I realized I still hadn't put my shirt on and was lying on a couch in my bra. Myla reached over and tossed me my shirt.
"Thanks sweety" I told her, slipping the shirt on and pulling the covers off of me and making my way to the kitchen.
"No, mom, nothing happened last night"
"Michael, don't lie to me"
I stood hidden behind the kitchen and listened to the conversation, I knew it wasn't polite of me, but I didn't really care.
"I'm not lying to you! Nothing happened between me and Mags!"
"Then why was she just lying in our living room in her undergarments?"
I heard Mike fidget in his chair and sigh. "Honestly mom, something was GOING to happen, but she wasn't ready. I respected her and we fell asleep like that"
I smiled to myself.
"Well, thank you Mike, for being honest and respecting her wishes. It's more than I can say for that Sydney person in England."
My smile faded into a frown.
"Sarah, mom, her name was Sarah. And I didn't love her, not like I love Mags. She means the world to me"
I couldn't help but smile hearing that, despite the fact that Mike had slept with this Sarah girl.
I walked into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes and pretending that I had just got up.
"Morning Mikey, Gwen" I said cheerfully.
"Good morning Hon" she smiled at me. "There are some Waffles in the freezer if you're hungry."
I smiled to myself the whole way through breakfast, I guess it must have looked a little strange because Mike nudged me half way through.
"What are you smiling at?" he whispered in my ear.
"Nothing" I giggled.
Mike was walking me home about an hour later.
"You slept with Sarah?"
He dropped my hand and looked at me.
"Don't bother lying to me Mikey, I heard you talking to your mom this morning"
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I slept with her."
"Oh"
I turned and kept walking.
He caught up to me "Oh? That's it?"
"I don't really care what you and some skank did back in England"
He flinched at the word 'skank' and opened his mouth to protest but closed it two seconds later.
"I'm just thankful you chose to respect me last night." I smiled.
"You're most welcome"
I stood up on my tip-toes and he leaned in closer.
"I love you too"
I said good-bye to Bianca as she pulled away in her dad's car. Tre was standing next to me, fake crying.
"Aw, poor Tre misses Bianca already" I mused at him, pinching his cheek.
He slapped my hand away and followed me back into my house.
"You guys have band practice today?"
He nodded and sighed as he plopped down on my bed.
"Why don't you just call her tomorrow?"
"DAMN!" he shouted, making me jump about a mile. "I forgot to get her number" he pouted.
I rolled my eyes and wrote down her number on a piece of paper and slipped it into his hand. He hugged me and pulled me down, squashing me against my own bed.
"Tre.. Tre.. My bones are about to snap"
"Oh, right, sorry"
The next weekend, I was invited over to Mike's to celebrate Myla's 12th birthday. She ran into me, hugging me as soon as I walked into the yard. I was then greeted by Mike, Gwen, BJ, Tre and Bianca, in order. While standing next to the refreshment table with Gwen, watching Myla squeal over her presents, I asked her what had been bugging me most over the passed week.
"How were Myla's tests?"
"Oh, they were good, they took some swabs and they hope to find the son-of-a-bitch that did this to my daughter."
I stared at her, it was the first time in all my life I could remember, that Gwen had cursed.
"Pardon my language" she then said, calmly.
"Who wants cake?" I shouted, leaving the kitchen with Myla's cake in my hands, the candles burning brightly. Billie picked up his guitar and made everyone sing Happy Birthday to Myla, who was blushing incredulously, not only because everyone was singing for her, but because she had the biggest crush on Billie, who was singing and looking directly at her. I giggled as I laid the cake in front of her and she blew out all the candles in one breath.
I lay on the floor in Mike's room after the party and I was incredibly exhausted. Who knew a bunch of 12-year-olds could be such a handful? Billie was sitting on a chair, plucking the strings of the bass. I must have fallen asleep on the floor because I woke up when I felt Mike's arm slide under my body and move me to his bed. I curled up under the blankets and felt the other side sink is as I imaging Mike got in. He fluffed his pillows and drifted into a deep sleep, snoring.
I picked up my pillow and slammed it over his head.
"Stop snoring" I mumbled, half asleep.
I heard him grumble and turn onto his side and start snoring again.
I was just about to drift into slumber when I heard the door creak open. I opened one of my eyes and saw a tiny figure standing there.
"Mikey?"
A grumble came from his side.
I pushed him off the bed and he fell with a 'thud' on the floor. He sat up and saw that Myla was standing in his doorway.
"Mikey?" she sniffled again.
"What is it baby?"
"I-I had a dream that h-h-he came after me again" she sniffed and exploded into sobs again.
"Aww, My, you're safe here. Come here."
I saw the shadows of Mike's arms wrap around Myla and her body shaking with her crying.
I turned onto my side to watch what was happening. 'Mike's gonna make one awesome father one day' I thought to myself, smiling.
"Can I stay here with you?" she asked him.
He looked up at me and I got up. "I'll go stay in her bed"
"Mikey?"
"Hmm?"
"Did you ever go out with any girls while you were in England?"
I felt him tense up next to me and he cleared his throat. "Yeah, there was this one girl, Sarah"
"Did you love her?"
I guess that question caught him off guard because I saw his cheeks change color out of the corner of my eye. "No, Mags, I didn't. I was too busy thinking of you to love anyone" he replied, kissing my cheek.
"You're so cheesy" I giggled.
"What about you? Any guys?"
"A few crushes here and there, but no one that was really serious"
"Good" he mumbled.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of cartoons. I opened my eyes and looked down at the floor and say Myla sitting there, munching her fruit loops. I rubbed my eyes and gasped when I realized I still hadn't put my shirt on and was lying on a couch in my bra. Myla reached over and tossed me my shirt.
"Thanks sweety" I told her, slipping the shirt on and pulling the covers off of me and making my way to the kitchen.
"No, mom, nothing happened last night"
"Michael, don't lie to me"
I stood hidden behind the kitchen and listened to the conversation, I knew it wasn't polite of me, but I didn't really care.
"I'm not lying to you! Nothing happened between me and Mags!"
"Then why was she just lying in our living room in her undergarments?"
I heard Mike fidget in his chair and sigh. "Honestly mom, something was GOING to happen, but she wasn't ready. I respected her and we fell asleep like that"
I smiled to myself.
"Well, thank you Mike, for being honest and respecting her wishes. It's more than I can say for that Sydney person in England."
My smile faded into a frown.
"Sarah, mom, her name was Sarah. And I didn't love her, not like I love Mags. She means the world to me"
I couldn't help but smile hearing that, despite the fact that Mike had slept with this Sarah girl.
I walked into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes and pretending that I had just got up.
"Morning Mikey, Gwen" I said cheerfully.
"Good morning Hon" she smiled at me. "There are some Waffles in the freezer if you're hungry."
I smiled to myself the whole way through breakfast, I guess it must have looked a little strange because Mike nudged me half way through.
"What are you smiling at?" he whispered in my ear.
"Nothing" I giggled.
Mike was walking me home about an hour later.
"You slept with Sarah?"
He dropped my hand and looked at me.
"Don't bother lying to me Mikey, I heard you talking to your mom this morning"
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I slept with her."
"Oh"
I turned and kept walking.
He caught up to me "Oh? That's it?"
"I don't really care what you and some skank did back in England"
He flinched at the word 'skank' and opened his mouth to protest but closed it two seconds later.
"I'm just thankful you chose to respect me last night." I smiled.
"You're most welcome"
I stood up on my tip-toes and he leaned in closer.
"I love you too"
I said good-bye to Bianca as she pulled away in her dad's car. Tre was standing next to me, fake crying.
"Aw, poor Tre misses Bianca already" I mused at him, pinching his cheek.
He slapped my hand away and followed me back into my house.
"You guys have band practice today?"
He nodded and sighed as he plopped down on my bed.
"Why don't you just call her tomorrow?"
"DAMN!" he shouted, making me jump about a mile. "I forgot to get her number" he pouted.
I rolled my eyes and wrote down her number on a piece of paper and slipped it into his hand. He hugged me and pulled me down, squashing me against my own bed.
"Tre.. Tre.. My bones are about to snap"
"Oh, right, sorry"
The next weekend, I was invited over to Mike's to celebrate Myla's 12th birthday. She ran into me, hugging me as soon as I walked into the yard. I was then greeted by Mike, Gwen, BJ, Tre and Bianca, in order. While standing next to the refreshment table with Gwen, watching Myla squeal over her presents, I asked her what had been bugging me most over the passed week.
"How were Myla's tests?"
"Oh, they were good, they took some swabs and they hope to find the son-of-a-bitch that did this to my daughter."
I stared at her, it was the first time in all my life I could remember, that Gwen had cursed.
"Pardon my language" she then said, calmly.
"Who wants cake?" I shouted, leaving the kitchen with Myla's cake in my hands, the candles burning brightly. Billie picked up his guitar and made everyone sing Happy Birthday to Myla, who was blushing incredulously, not only because everyone was singing for her, but because she had the biggest crush on Billie, who was singing and looking directly at her. I giggled as I laid the cake in front of her and she blew out all the candles in one breath.
I lay on the floor in Mike's room after the party and I was incredibly exhausted. Who knew a bunch of 12-year-olds could be such a handful? Billie was sitting on a chair, plucking the strings of the bass. I must have fallen asleep on the floor because I woke up when I felt Mike's arm slide under my body and move me to his bed. I curled up under the blankets and felt the other side sink is as I imaging Mike got in. He fluffed his pillows and drifted into a deep sleep, snoring.
I picked up my pillow and slammed it over his head.
"Stop snoring" I mumbled, half asleep.
I heard him grumble and turn onto his side and start snoring again.
I was just about to drift into slumber when I heard the door creak open. I opened one of my eyes and saw a tiny figure standing there.
"Mikey?"
A grumble came from his side.
I pushed him off the bed and he fell with a 'thud' on the floor. He sat up and saw that Myla was standing in his doorway.
"Mikey?" she sniffled again.
"What is it baby?"
"I-I had a dream that h-h-he came after me again" she sniffed and exploded into sobs again.
"Aww, My, you're safe here. Come here."
I saw the shadows of Mike's arms wrap around Myla and her body shaking with her crying.
I turned onto my side to watch what was happening. 'Mike's gonna make one awesome father one day' I thought to myself, smiling.
"Can I stay here with you?" she asked him.
He looked up at me and I got up. "I'll go stay in her bed"
