Troubled Soul:The Possession

Chapter XIII

New Starts and Finishes

Thirty days later, my suspension is up, as I awake at around 6 a.m. and I feel happy for the first time in a while. My heart is full of joy because I woke up lying next to Michelle again. Normally, I would wake up alone and I could only dream about waking up next to someone as beautiful as Michelle. However, it wasn’t another dream that I regret ending when I awake. This is a reality and in this reality I am in love and I can say I am far from a virgin. I’m also happy to know I was Michelle’s first too because I remember everything from the first night we made love. After Michelle and I both climaxed that night she got up and went to the bathroom really quickly. I was worried, because it seemed serious as she didn’t cover herself when she ran to my bathroom. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom door quietly. I gently knocked and asked her if she was ok. I became very nervous because she didn’t reply. Ten minutes go by and I am standing outside the door. Contemplating if I did something wrong or hurt her some way. Suddenly, she opens the door and jumps into my arms. Michelle was fine as we went at it again. I think we had sex a total of five or six times that night. I lost count throughout the time I was with Michelle but all I know is that this is the first time I have ever been this happy. It’s all because of Michelle. I love her so much. She means the whole world to me. As her friend, she is and will always be one of the best friends that I or, in all honesty, anyone can truly ask for. In a way, I think I may have always loved her. Michelle has been there for me throughout everything I have ever gone through. Michelle has comforted me and talked me out of killing myself more times than I have myself. On top of that, I have always thought she was beautiful. I still think she is beautiful. Michelle is more beautiful than Katy Perry and is hotter than Lindsey Lohan in 2003. Michelle is smart and funny. She is the apple of my eye and is the reason I have a smile on my face. She is quite honestly the only reason I have to live, but she is worth dying for. Michelle lays in my bed, curled up naked underneath my blanket. Her beautiful, soft skin peeking out of the blanket. Michelle’s hair is all over the place but I still love the way her hair looks. Her eyes are shut and she looks so gentle, so sweet, and yet so innocent. She looks as if nothing can bother her at all. Michelle may be asleep but she lays in my bed with a smile on her beautiful face. In a weird way I could look at her sleep all day if I wanted to. She has a smile on, which means she is happy. I make her happy and that makes me feel amazing. It makes me feel good in general. For the first time, I feel something that isn’t sadness or depression. I feel good about my life knowing she is happy about the nights we have spent together lately. Don’t think I’m getting cocky, but she was moaning pretty loud. Anyways, that’s not what I was talking about at all. I am referring to the fact that we are in love and the night she prevented me from killing myself. I feel so good and happy, that I didn’t have a nightmare that night or at all since then. Instead I had a wonderful dream last night. Michelle was in it and it was not the first time I had this dream in the past two weeks. My dream starts in a grassy meadow, sun flowers are on the ground in little bunches, the sky is partly cloudy with no chance of rain, the sun is shining bright and Michelle and I are happily laying in the field holding each other. Telling each other how much we love each other, kissing, and running through the fields. We run without a care in the world. We are happy and I wish I never woke up yet I am happy that I did, because this reality is what I have only dreamed about. She wakes up and smiles up at me. I smile back as we begin to stare into each other’s eyes. She goes back under the sheets in an attempt to get me under there with her. 

I go under the bed sheets and I kiss her as she says in her elegant voice to me, “Babe, we got to get up and go to school. It’s your first day back.”

She called me babe and the very thought of being someone’s “babe” is great. The thought of being her “babe” is even better. I get up as she and I both go into the shower. Showering with a girl is probably the most romantic thing to do as well as the most awesome thing to do. The water hits both of us and I was her breasts and she gets turned on as do I. Michelle has her back facing me and as her head lays against my shoulder, she kisses me and cleans my erection. I turn her around and we start making out in the shower. Slow, passionate kissing that you only see in movies. A few minutes of kissing later, we get out of the shower and get dressed. I do find it a bit strange that she is wearing the same thing she wore last night, but it’s okay because she didn’t wear those clothes very long. As I put my long-sleeve on, I noticed that she left her wool hat on my bed. I love this hat on her. It’s a cute skater hat that anyone can wear, but she looks cute in it, because it’s her. I guess I should let her know.