You're A Blur In My Dead Past, chapter 4
Mike's door was partly open when I reached it. I knocked anyway, just to be polite and all. Who was I to know that he wasn't doing anything in there that I wouldn't want to see? He opened the door and smiled when he saw me. I noticed that he didn't have a shirt on and I also couldn't help but notice that he was no longer and eleven-year-old boy. I smiled to myself as he told me to have a seat on his bed.
"Thanks for coming."
"Yeah, no problem. What is it you've got to show me?"
He walked over to his desk and reached into a box he hadn't yet unpacked. He pulled out a couple pieces of paper and handed them to me.
"What are they?" I asked, staring at the papers.
"You want to know why I never wrote to you? It's because I could never figure out what to write."
I started reading the first letter, then the second and the third. Sure enough, they were all unfinished letters, addressed to me, dating back from a long time ago.
"Oh," was all I could seem to get out after I finished reading them. "I feel bad now, Mike. I didn't know you tried to write to me. I thought you had forgotten about me."
"Forgotten about you?! Never Mags! I thought about you every day. I never wanted to leave. I wanted to stay here with you, to graduate with you, to spend the rest of my life with you."
"At least we'll be able to graduate together," I said, half smiling.
"Now that it's cleared, do you still hate me?"
"No, Mikey, I don't. I never did."
"Good," he said as he hugged me again.
"Put a shirt on, you're making me uncomfortable," I joked.
"Never!" he said as he tackled me down on his bed and messed up my hair.
"I'll get you back, just wait," I scowled at him, making a face.
I noticed a guitar case in the corner of his room when he pulled me back up.
"You play guitar?"
He walked over to it and unlocked it. Instead of pulling out a guitar, he pulled out a bass and showed it to me.
"I learned the month after I left here. I had so many pent up feelings that I needed somewhere to put 'em, so I started writing songs."
"You know, Billie's got blue, and Tre plays the drums."
"So?"
I rolled my eyes "Never mind."
"Care to play me something?" I batted my eyelashes at him.
"Uh, ok." He furrowed his brows together thinking of what to play. He finally decided on a Ramones cover. I watched his fingers pluck at the strings and the faces that he made trying to concentrate. It was amazing.
"You're really good, Mikey!"
"Thanks," he said, blushing a little.
I checked my watch. My parents would probably wonder where I was if I didn't get home soon. I didn't want to leave. It felt like I belonged here. I haven't felt this way in a really long time. Mike locked his bass back up in the case and sat down next to me.
"You did something to your hair."
"Yeah, I cut it a little. I was bored with the way it looked. Tre actually tackled me when I picked up the scissors because he thought I was gonna cut myself," I laughed as I remembered that afternoon. Mike's face changed, it became a bit darker. Almost like he was upset about something.
"So, you and Tre have been getting pretty close."
"I met him yesterday, how close can we get in a day?"
"I don't know, you tell me?"
What was this, the Spanish inquisition? Why all the question? It felt like suddenly I had an older brother that wanted to know everything I did.
"Not that it's any of your business or anything, but we're going out on Friday, actually."
"Oh." His face fell more.
I leant back against his pillows.
"It's good to have you back, Mikey." I smiled at him.
Before I knew it, Friday afternoon rolled around. I was nervous about my date with Tre. Why? I don't know. I tried to convince myself that it was just Tre. How serious could it get? Anyway, I showered and picked out my best "look at me I'm hot" outfit. It was my favorite black skirt, topped with my black and green tee. I couldn't decide between my black or pink converses, so I chose the only way I know how to. Eeny-meeny-miney-mo. Pink it is. I picked up my makeup bag and made my way to the bathroom. I applied my orange eye shadow and hot pink lip gloss. I waited the rest of the time in my living room for the doorbell to ring. It finally did after twenty minutes of waiting and I opened to see Tre standing there, holding a single white rose.
"Wow. You look, awesome," he stuttered and handed me the rose. "For you, madam."
I took it and thanked him as I placed it in my room and ran back downstairs and locked the door behind me.
The movie was great. I couldn't stop laughing. Only Tre would pick a movie so stupid. He walked me home and I have to admit, the moments before I entered my house were a bit awkward. We stood in silence for a few minutes before I thanked him and gave him a short, but sweet kiss on the cheek and ran into my house. I locked the door and collapsed onto the couch. What were these sudden feelings that I had for Tre?
My heart raced every time he touched or looked at me. I fell asleep right there on the couch, dreaming of the night I had just spent with Tre.
I spent the whole next day at Mike's house. He told me about what England was like. England never interested me that much, but hearing all the stories Mike had to talk about amazed me.
"Mike! Can you come here and help me with something for a minute?" his mom called up the stairs.
"Wait here," he told me as he walked out of the room.
I looked around his room; it reminded me so much of the one across the street from my house. All the same posters and awards covered his walls. His clothes were still strewn all over the place. I looked down at the carpet and saw something sticking out from under the bed. I reached down, picked it up and examined it. On the cover was a big heart and under it in big blue letters read "Mags & Me." My curiosity must have gotten the best of me because I had opened it and saw all sorts of pictures of me, and of him, and of us together from passed years. I flipped through the pages and on the very last page I read what surprised me the most.
"I Love you, Megan Curtis."
My mouth dropped. He what?! It wasn't possible! I heard Mike's footsteps coming up the stairs and I closed the book, but I didn't put it away. He walked into the room and I showed him the book.
"What's this?" I asked him, holding it up.
His eyes widened and he stuttered with his answer. "That? Oh, that's just, its, well, um, it's just a photo album."
"A photo album of us. What about this?" I flipped to the last page and held it up.
"Mags, I can explain."
"I don't want you to explain. I want you to tell me the truth. You loved me?"
"Yes," he mumbled. "I still do."
It was at that very moment that my heart shattered into a thousand and one pieces. He loved me? He loves me.
"Thanks for coming."
"Yeah, no problem. What is it you've got to show me?"
He walked over to his desk and reached into a box he hadn't yet unpacked. He pulled out a couple pieces of paper and handed them to me.
"What are they?" I asked, staring at the papers.
"You want to know why I never wrote to you? It's because I could never figure out what to write."
I started reading the first letter, then the second and the third. Sure enough, they were all unfinished letters, addressed to me, dating back from a long time ago.
"Oh," was all I could seem to get out after I finished reading them. "I feel bad now, Mike. I didn't know you tried to write to me. I thought you had forgotten about me."
"Forgotten about you?! Never Mags! I thought about you every day. I never wanted to leave. I wanted to stay here with you, to graduate with you, to spend the rest of my life with you."
"At least we'll be able to graduate together," I said, half smiling.
"Now that it's cleared, do you still hate me?"
"No, Mikey, I don't. I never did."
"Good," he said as he hugged me again.
"Put a shirt on, you're making me uncomfortable," I joked.
"Never!" he said as he tackled me down on his bed and messed up my hair.
"I'll get you back, just wait," I scowled at him, making a face.
I noticed a guitar case in the corner of his room when he pulled me back up.
"You play guitar?"
He walked over to it and unlocked it. Instead of pulling out a guitar, he pulled out a bass and showed it to me.
"I learned the month after I left here. I had so many pent up feelings that I needed somewhere to put 'em, so I started writing songs."
"You know, Billie's got blue, and Tre plays the drums."
"So?"
I rolled my eyes "Never mind."
"Care to play me something?" I batted my eyelashes at him.
"Uh, ok." He furrowed his brows together thinking of what to play. He finally decided on a Ramones cover. I watched his fingers pluck at the strings and the faces that he made trying to concentrate. It was amazing.
"You're really good, Mikey!"
"Thanks," he said, blushing a little.
I checked my watch. My parents would probably wonder where I was if I didn't get home soon. I didn't want to leave. It felt like I belonged here. I haven't felt this way in a really long time. Mike locked his bass back up in the case and sat down next to me.
"You did something to your hair."
"Yeah, I cut it a little. I was bored with the way it looked. Tre actually tackled me when I picked up the scissors because he thought I was gonna cut myself," I laughed as I remembered that afternoon. Mike's face changed, it became a bit darker. Almost like he was upset about something.
"So, you and Tre have been getting pretty close."
"I met him yesterday, how close can we get in a day?"
"I don't know, you tell me?"
What was this, the Spanish inquisition? Why all the question? It felt like suddenly I had an older brother that wanted to know everything I did.
"Not that it's any of your business or anything, but we're going out on Friday, actually."
"Oh." His face fell more.
I leant back against his pillows.
"It's good to have you back, Mikey." I smiled at him.
Before I knew it, Friday afternoon rolled around. I was nervous about my date with Tre. Why? I don't know. I tried to convince myself that it was just Tre. How serious could it get? Anyway, I showered and picked out my best "look at me I'm hot" outfit. It was my favorite black skirt, topped with my black and green tee. I couldn't decide between my black or pink converses, so I chose the only way I know how to. Eeny-meeny-miney-mo. Pink it is. I picked up my makeup bag and made my way to the bathroom. I applied my orange eye shadow and hot pink lip gloss. I waited the rest of the time in my living room for the doorbell to ring. It finally did after twenty minutes of waiting and I opened to see Tre standing there, holding a single white rose.
"Wow. You look, awesome," he stuttered and handed me the rose. "For you, madam."
I took it and thanked him as I placed it in my room and ran back downstairs and locked the door behind me.
The movie was great. I couldn't stop laughing. Only Tre would pick a movie so stupid. He walked me home and I have to admit, the moments before I entered my house were a bit awkward. We stood in silence for a few minutes before I thanked him and gave him a short, but sweet kiss on the cheek and ran into my house. I locked the door and collapsed onto the couch. What were these sudden feelings that I had for Tre?
My heart raced every time he touched or looked at me. I fell asleep right there on the couch, dreaming of the night I had just spent with Tre.
I spent the whole next day at Mike's house. He told me about what England was like. England never interested me that much, but hearing all the stories Mike had to talk about amazed me.
"Mike! Can you come here and help me with something for a minute?" his mom called up the stairs.
"Wait here," he told me as he walked out of the room.
I looked around his room; it reminded me so much of the one across the street from my house. All the same posters and awards covered his walls. His clothes were still strewn all over the place. I looked down at the carpet and saw something sticking out from under the bed. I reached down, picked it up and examined it. On the cover was a big heart and under it in big blue letters read "Mags & Me." My curiosity must have gotten the best of me because I had opened it and saw all sorts of pictures of me, and of him, and of us together from passed years. I flipped through the pages and on the very last page I read what surprised me the most.
"I Love you, Megan Curtis."
My mouth dropped. He what?! It wasn't possible! I heard Mike's footsteps coming up the stairs and I closed the book, but I didn't put it away. He walked into the room and I showed him the book.
"What's this?" I asked him, holding it up.
His eyes widened and he stuttered with his answer. "That? Oh, that's just, its, well, um, it's just a photo album."
"A photo album of us. What about this?" I flipped to the last page and held it up.
"Mags, I can explain."
"I don't want you to explain. I want you to tell me the truth. You loved me?"
"Yes," he mumbled. "I still do."
It was at that very moment that my heart shattered into a thousand and one pieces. He loved me? He loves me.
