thirteen :: mgc

12

We went to another party tonight. She came with me this time because she didn't trust me to be alone at places that have Alcohol anymore. Which I totally understood because nothing good ever happens when I'm alone with alcohol. Even I knew that.
She stayed by my side all night and she tried her best to limit me to the amount of beer I was allowed to have. I was amused by her efforts of keeping me under control, it was kind of sweet that she was doing this for me.
When I was up to 8 beers she finally cut me off and I didn't protest because she has been trying so hard to keep me under control for this long and I was just letting her have her way now. She even thanked me for not getting too crazy tonight.
"Michael do you want to go home now?" She asked.
It was almost 1:30 in the morning and I was becoming tired. So I simply nodded.
She grabbed onto my arm lightly and guided me out of the crowded house. She then proceeded to help me into my car. She climbed into the drivers seat and started the car. Then, she checked to make sure that I had my seatbelt on before driving.
"Thanks for taking care of me tonight," I spoke up.
She gave me a small smile, "anything for you."
I couldn't help but smile.
When we finally got home she took me to my room and we both got into our PJ's before climbing into my nice bed and drifting to sleep.
When I woke up I was slightly saddened by the empty spot next to me. But that feeling changed when I smelt breakfast. I instantly shot out of bed and walked to the kitchen. I found Teagan standing at the stove cooking scrambled eggs.
I walked up to her and kissed her temple, mumbling, "Good morning."
She replied with a simple, "Morning."
I grabbed my special mug and made myself some coffee.
This was a picture perfect moment. We looked like a perfect couple on a Sunday morning. I was making coffee and my significant other was making breakfast at the stove. Just imagine.
I laughed to myself at the thought of that, causing Teagan to give me a look but shaking her head; deciding it's better not to ask.
She shuffled around the kitchen to get some plates and then took the spatula and tossed the eggs onto it. She set the plates off to the side and began making bacon. I watched as she went through the motions, she didn't seem to notice my gaze. The way she made breakfast was so fascinating, it may seem stupid but it was good to watch. The way she blew the hair out of her face when she had both of her hands full with something else - stunning was the word. I was totally in deep with this one. I knew it. I mean, I was watching her make breakfast for God's sake. Who does that?
Me.
I laughed at myself yet again, I was having a conversation with myself. She gave me another look and smiled as she went back to the bacon.
When the bacon was cooked, she put the strips on the plates along with the eggs. She set the two plates on our counter and got out juice from the fridge.
She poured two glasses of it and then put it back in the fridge. I sat down at one of the bar stools and began to eat my breakfast. That's when it fucking hit me.
Hangover.
I hunched over the counter and put my fingers on top of my temple to try and prevent a headache from forming.
I could see her knowing smirk out of the corner of my eye. She shook her head humorously and I resisted the urge to smack the cocky attitude out of her. She got aspirin out of my medicine cabinet and handed me a glass of water to wash it all down. I did what I had to do and laid down on the couch to let it take full affect over me.
"Goddamn," I groaned.
"It would of been worse if I didn't take care of you last night," She informed.
"I know, I already thanked you."
"I know, I heard you," She mocked in a manly voice.
I rolled my eyes, "Whatever."
She just let out a breath, almost a laugh, as she walked away. God fucking damn this shit hurt like a motherfucker. I just swore like 4 times. Huh. That's a concept.
Whatever.
After the pills took effect, I finally stood from the couch and stretched out my muscles. I could hear her little foot steps coming down the hall - like a pin drop, it was the only sound. She soon appeared in the living room, her eyes lit up when she saw me.
"Feeling better?" She asked and reached up to fix my hair.
"Defiantly," I replied.
"Good," She smiled.
I just realized that we never to anything but go to school and parties then home, that's it. I just got a crazy idea.
"Lets go on a road trip," I blurted.
"What?" She asked out of pure bewilderment.
"Lets go," I paused and took a deep breath, "on," I paused again, "a road," I paused yet again, "trip."
She stood there for a second before putting herself back together and collecting her own thoughts.
"When? Why? I'm not prepared!" She rambled quickly.
"Now. Just cause. I'll give you 5 seconds," I answered all her questions. I pretended to look at an imaginary watch, "Time's up."
"What the fuck Michael, you can't just drop this on me like this!" She argued.
"Too late," I smirked.
She gave me a look before sighing. "Whatever, lets go," She agreed.
We packed our suit cases and bags full of clothes and items, we had enough cargo to last us 2 months. She packed all of her belongings and as did I. I put all of our stuff into the back of my car and we were off. See you later, house.
She kicked her feet up on the dash and looked out the window curiously, like the road we were on was totally new to her - although it was the street she grew up on. She didn't talk to me, she was mesmerized for a reason unknown to me. This was nothing new, why was it so fascinating? Whatever she was so interested in must be pretty special.
I turned on the radio and let the music flow throughout the car, it wasn't punk, or death metal shit. It was a soft song, it was slow; soothing. She started bobbing her head softly to the beat of it, but kept her eyes on the road ahead. This was going to be good, I could tell. Just the two of up getting away, together - nothing was stopping us now.
I didn't know where I was driving, but I kept on going. I reached for her hand, even though she was asleep.
"Where should we go?" I whispered to myself.
She wasn't asleep, "Anywhere. Take me. Her sudden words made my stomach stir in an odd way. I've never felt like this before, what is this?
"I'll take you anywhere you wanna go." That was true. I meant that in a deeper context than just where this road trip was taking us. I meant that I'll take her anywhere she wants to go, anytime. This was my commitment.
"I just want to get away." Of course she did, that damn town holds you back. Nothing ever happens, it's constant - not that that's always a bad thing.
"I promise I'll take you away." I couldn't help but smile. We were making big progress right now. A few weeks ago we would of never even dreamed about doing any of this.
"I promise I'll stay." That stirring in my stomach returned once again. It was nothing but words, but they somehow - someway - made my heart fluter. She wasn't going anywhere; she promised.
"Promise?" I wasn't gonna take no for an answer. I was clarifying that I hadn't heard her wrong. And I didn't.
"Promise." That simple word was enough for me. I'll take that, it was a guarantee.
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We ended up in some cozy, little town. I paid for a hotel and she grabbed one of her suit cases for herself and one for me. When we got into the hotel room, she fell onto the bed.
"Tired?" I asked and plopped down next to her.
"Yeah," She yawned.
"You fell asleep in the car, and you're already tired again?" I glanced over a her and she met my gaze.
"I guess," She shrugged.
"Mmm..." I mumbled in response.
We both changed into comfortable clothes. She cleaned up some of the clothes that were thrown on the floor as I pulled the comforter down the bed. She climbed into bed first and got comfortable. I followed her actions and pulled her closer to me.
"Good night, Clifford," She mumbled.
"Good night, Michaels." I smirked to myself, even though she wouldn't see.
She didn't respond, instead she fell asleep in my arms and I did the same.
What the fuck happened to me?
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I woke up, still cuddled up with her in my arms. She was snoring lightly so I knew she was still asleep. Thank God because I wasn't ready for this moment to end. I don't think she knew how much she changed me - and maybe that wasn't a bad thing, not a bad thing that he didn't know how much she meant to me. That was how I liked it, it was easier this way. She didn't need to know, I bet she already knew. That's just how she is. She might know but she won't ever tell me that unless I pressed it - and I wasn't pressing it. That was the last thing that I was ever going to do. You don't do that to girls.
Even I fucking knew that, and I wasn't the ladies man. Or at least that's what I thought. I think that's what I thought. I don't even know any more, but it's whatever.