Push

Party Isn't Over

I stared down at the coffee swirling in the white mug that belonged to the cafe I was sitting in.

There were big sunglasses shoved on my face and a "decorative" scarf around my face and neck as soon as Micah stumbled into his seat.

"Why are you acting like you aren't supposed to be here?" Micah said laughing as I looked at his brown hair which was swiftly growing back into its curly state.

"Micah" I muttered as a strand of my oak brown hair fell in front of my eye.

"Alright. Alright" He said looking down at the menu. "So, do you feel guilty? Is that why you're wearing that scarf and those sunglasses I brought you?"

I tugged on the scarf as I nodded.

"Don't feel guilty, I guess. True love is only once in a lifetime and if you felt it was right, than that's okay"

"You've got a different attitude about it" I muttered as the waitress put my pancakes in front of me and tried to identify why my nose looked do familiar. But Micah made her go away.

"No, I don't actually. I just wanna knock everything off the table and make sweet love to you"

I looked up at him giggling and I started to giggle with him.

"Forever cute" I muttered as a smile grew on my face.

"Listen, " He reached his hand over and grabbed mine. "I'm here for you. You know that"

"Well I know but to be honest, I don't think we should be friends" I said as my dimples went away.

"Why not?" He muttered eating pieces of pancakes off my plate.

"Because I still wanna kiss you and you to hold me and make corny jokes. You know all this already" I said.

"I did but it's better to hear you say it" Micah gave a smirk that had a lot of uncertainty behind it.

I didn't say anything as I started to eat my pancakes with him and the rest of our time was just filled with giggles and obnoxious laughs because he was just simply being himself.

"Can I give you my autograph?" Micah said as we walked out of the cafe, pointing at my pink cast.

"Seriously?" I said smiling as he pulled out a black marker and twirled it between his fingers.

"Yeah dude" Micah muttered as he began to write and I got to see the glimpse of his new mustache growing above his lip.

"You got a mustache?" I said before I started laughing.

"Yes. Now that I'm single, I gotta appeal to the ladies who want me"

I knew he was making a joke but those words actually hurt me.

He looked up and immediately regretted what he said.

"I'm sorry baby- oh fcuk I'm really sorry" He instinctively pulled me into a hug were my head rested on his gray plaid shirt and rubbed my back. "Damn I'm sorry"

"Don't be sorry" I said before he kissed the top of my head. "Alright I'll see you later?" He said as we pulled apart from each other.

"Micah" I said as his sapphire irises looked at me.

"I'm not letting you go, Cheryl. Because you can't let me go. Not just yet anyway" Micah said leaving me shocked before he kissed my forehead softly and then walked away.

I got in my Jeep and drove home to a fcuking party at 2 in the afternoon on a crisp Thursday.

"What the fcuk?" I said as I looked at my almost trashed living room at the girls and other characters dancing to "Clarity by Zedd"