Definitely Not Attached

Chapter Five

I kept thinking about what Michelle said about our kiss. The 'pity kiss', she dubbed it once, insinuating that he only did it because he felt sorry for me. It made me have second thoughts, just for a minute. In the meantime, Miguel and I would attempt to spend as much time with each other as possible. He would even cancel his basketball practice just to be by my side, much to the dismay to his coach. I noticed that he was paying even more attention to me when I spoke. Life was but a dream now. I seemed to love his presence more than I ever did before. We would go out to the cinema and he would let me pick which film we were to watch, and wouldn't even protest when I picked The Lucky One, even though I know he wanted to watch Texas Chainsaw 3D. I was even more stunned when he detached the ring pull from his Coke can and pushed it through my wedding ring finger. I wasn't complaining. And by the looks of it, neither was he.

Because of my mum's workload, she scrapped the Marbella holiday, which was great because I could spend more time with my friends, and more importantly, Miguel. His grandma has come over for Christmas, which meant I couldn't see him as much as I had wanted to. All the little niggly things he would do - the bear hug, the tiny private winks, the ever tightening grip of my palm - didn't bother me at all now. I felt like I was really happy, like I could fly above Birmingham and tell the world I was carefree. Christmas was spent with just myself and my mum, it was so cosy and I really didn't want it to end. She would repeatedly ask me about Miguel and was begin to think she had suspicions. Meh.

Christmas was over, it was finally the new year and I hadn't seen Miguel in days. Our entire form had exams in January and the need to revise had never been greater. The first day of the year was a Sunday, and it was spent either watching T.V or routinely checking my phone for texts. I itched to call Miguel, wondering if it was too soon to call, whether he'd be home yet, if he'd ring me. I went for a walk in the park, bought myself a glossy magazine and read it, page by page. Still nothing. No texts. I felt if I talked to him I'd be annoying him. Besides, he always chose to initiate the converstation anyway, so I would wait patiently.

We met up again at his house 'just to chill'. Since he'd moved house a few months ago, I had never gotten a chance to see his new one. I absolutely adored his house, it was huge. Gravel drive, huge black gates which towered in front of it. My 2-bed maisonette was a bit of a shithole compared to his, the two buildings were nothing in comparison. He lived there with his 9 year old sister Serena and his moody 14 year old brother Ricardo, who we didn't see much. His mother comes out of the kitchen and greets me. W have a full conversation in Spanish as Miguel stands there

'Sooooo, what's poppin', Miggy?' I asked, looking at him from the corner of my eye.

'Firstly, NEVER call me Miggy again. And secondly, I think I am slowly descending into madness the more I miss you. What was that quote you liked, that film we watched?'

Oh, I remember now. The Lucky One.

You should be kissed everyday, every hour, every minute.