Hiding True Feelings, chapter 2
At the movies we were watching a movie called Mad Love. It has Drew Barrymore in it. She is a great actress. The movie was about some girl being mental. She tries to kill herself. She's in love with someone and they're in high school.
"Great movie," Mike turns to me.
"Yeah if you like that kinda stuff."
Half way through the movie Mike comes back with our drinks. A diet coke for me and a coke for him. Of course he has to have his popcorn. On his way to hand me my drink. Mike spills it all over my lap. Now I am all wet and sticky, that made me a bit mad. Good thing he kisses me on my cheek telling me he's sorry. A kiss so tender on my forehead. How could I stay mad? With a kiss from him
His kisses were just like ice cream. Maybe like m&m's. Either way they both melt in your mouth. Felt that way every time we kissed. Feeling really great now. I slowly forgot all about the drink being spilled on me. The movie turned out to be really good. Better then I thought it would be.
We walk out holding hands. Mikes hands are bigger in my hands. Such the gentlemen that he is. Walked over to my side of the car. Just to open the door for me. That's sweet of him, I thought to myself. On the way home we listen to the radio. Remains silence most of the time in the car. Breaking the silence by placing my hand on his leg. I begin rubbing it. Every little inch of his leg. Making my way in between both of his legs. While my other hand is rubbing his hair. I watch as he gets into it. Making him very excited. Watching him being turned on. Turning into his ear.
I whisper, "Mikeypoo, are you liking it?"
"Yes, Brittypoo" he replies.
Now on our way out to eat. Ten minutes later we arrive at an Italian restaurant. Our love for Italian food. Halfway through dinner I find myself staring into his amazing beautiful blue eyes. As blue as the ocean. The way he smiled could make me melt like butter. He takes a bite of his pasta looks up at me and winks. With our dinner we had some great red wine and pasta and bread. For dessert we had chocolate cake. It was great the way we both were feeding one another pieces of our cake. Under the table I couldn't help it. Taking off my boots to be bad. I just started rubbing his legs with my feet.
Nearly ten minutes into dinner. He starts talking about how he was adopted as a kid. Expressing how he used to think his Mom hated him for giving him up. I told him he should not feel that way. Mike no don't think like that. I believe that she maybe only gave you up because she knew there was something better for you. Being adopted turned out to be something positive for him.
"What? Positive how so? Something better for me such as?"
"Your life, your career, your family and friends you have."
"Brittney I don't think it turned into anything good or positive."
"Mike yes it did. Just think about this...If you wasn't you would had the life you do now."
"Yeah maybe you're right," he tells me.
I nod and say, "Yes."
"Mainly because it led you to have everything you do now."
The sad look in his face makes me sad too. He looks really sad. He's too beautiful to be sad or anything. While he is telling me.
"Brit everytime I tell a girl I like or meet that I am adopted, they end up leaving me or thinking I am bad because of it."
I began to say, "Look, Mike, that is stupid. I don't feel that way one bit."
"Why not Britt?"
"Well Mike, umm, you see it's because I, um, was adopted."
"You were?" he says.
"Yes Mike I was, at the age of almost one."
"I was at four months" he tells me.
"Awww Mike."
He pays for dinner. Next taking my hand slowly into his. Walking outside to the car now with both of his big strong arms around my waist. He slowly picks me up and places me in the car. My heart is beating fast. Mike gets in and turns on the car. After passing the red light.
Brittney's Thoughts
Wow could this be it? Is Mike going tell me he likes me. Could Mike Dirnt like me the way I like him? I can only hope so. He always gave me the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. No other guy has given me that feeling.
End of Brittney's Thinking
At the stop sign. Halfway home he looks over into my eyes. Music blasting in the car. Playing on the radio was stuck with me. That was a great song.
He says, "Hey Brit, there's something I really need to tell you."
"Great movie," Mike turns to me.
"Yeah if you like that kinda stuff."
Half way through the movie Mike comes back with our drinks. A diet coke for me and a coke for him. Of course he has to have his popcorn. On his way to hand me my drink. Mike spills it all over my lap. Now I am all wet and sticky, that made me a bit mad. Good thing he kisses me on my cheek telling me he's sorry. A kiss so tender on my forehead. How could I stay mad? With a kiss from him
His kisses were just like ice cream. Maybe like m&m's. Either way they both melt in your mouth. Felt that way every time we kissed. Feeling really great now. I slowly forgot all about the drink being spilled on me. The movie turned out to be really good. Better then I thought it would be.
We walk out holding hands. Mikes hands are bigger in my hands. Such the gentlemen that he is. Walked over to my side of the car. Just to open the door for me. That's sweet of him, I thought to myself. On the way home we listen to the radio. Remains silence most of the time in the car. Breaking the silence by placing my hand on his leg. I begin rubbing it. Every little inch of his leg. Making my way in between both of his legs. While my other hand is rubbing his hair. I watch as he gets into it. Making him very excited. Watching him being turned on. Turning into his ear.
I whisper, "Mikeypoo, are you liking it?"
"Yes, Brittypoo" he replies.
Now on our way out to eat. Ten minutes later we arrive at an Italian restaurant. Our love for Italian food. Halfway through dinner I find myself staring into his amazing beautiful blue eyes. As blue as the ocean. The way he smiled could make me melt like butter. He takes a bite of his pasta looks up at me and winks. With our dinner we had some great red wine and pasta and bread. For dessert we had chocolate cake. It was great the way we both were feeding one another pieces of our cake. Under the table I couldn't help it. Taking off my boots to be bad. I just started rubbing his legs with my feet.
Nearly ten minutes into dinner. He starts talking about how he was adopted as a kid. Expressing how he used to think his Mom hated him for giving him up. I told him he should not feel that way. Mike no don't think like that. I believe that she maybe only gave you up because she knew there was something better for you. Being adopted turned out to be something positive for him.
"What? Positive how so? Something better for me such as?"
"Your life, your career, your family and friends you have."
"Brittney I don't think it turned into anything good or positive."
"Mike yes it did. Just think about this...If you wasn't you would had the life you do now."
"Yeah maybe you're right," he tells me.
I nod and say, "Yes."
"Mainly because it led you to have everything you do now."
The sad look in his face makes me sad too. He looks really sad. He's too beautiful to be sad or anything. While he is telling me.
"Brit everytime I tell a girl I like or meet that I am adopted, they end up leaving me or thinking I am bad because of it."
I began to say, "Look, Mike, that is stupid. I don't feel that way one bit."
"Why not Britt?"
"Well Mike, umm, you see it's because I, um, was adopted."
"You were?" he says.
"Yes Mike I was, at the age of almost one."
"I was at four months" he tells me.
"Awww Mike."
He pays for dinner. Next taking my hand slowly into his. Walking outside to the car now with both of his big strong arms around my waist. He slowly picks me up and places me in the car. My heart is beating fast. Mike gets in and turns on the car. After passing the red light.
Brittney's Thoughts
Wow could this be it? Is Mike going tell me he likes me. Could Mike Dirnt like me the way I like him? I can only hope so. He always gave me the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. No other guy has given me that feeling.
End of Brittney's Thinking
At the stop sign. Halfway home he looks over into my eyes. Music blasting in the car. Playing on the radio was stuck with me. That was a great song.
He says, "Hey Brit, there's something I really need to tell you."
