Cigarettes and Valentines

Chapter 10

Allison's POV

My eyes fluttered open and before I let myself face in what pain I was, I needed to sort out my mind:

What was going on?

Where was I?

How did I get here and how was I so naive to let this happen?

The fact how sick I felt and how my head hammered was not nearly as bad as acknowledging how blurry my memory was. Even worse was how fascinated I was by how weird my mind was acting - I really needed to read about how alcohol influenced someone's actions; I was clearly amazed.

Would I ever stop trying to expand my horizon?

But the rather interesting question was why I was questioning my desire to learn about the human brain - did Michael really twist my head that much? So much that I acutally started to think alike?

Michael...

I suddenly realized that I wasn't alone. Wondering how I managed to ignore the deep and loud breathing during my thinking process, I dared to turn my head and look at him.

He wasn't snoring and his mouth was closed but how did he breathe that noisy and sharp then?

Focus Allison, you need to focus.

I looked at the ceiling again. Concentrating was really hard due to the painful stinging in my head but I needed to remember, no matter what it would take.

Breathing out to calm myself, I looked around Michael's room. Since it was his room, we somehow made our way here instead of going home - why?

Rummaging through my brain was not helpful. Ok, I need to start with little things; slow steps. What was the last thing I heard?

Letting my eyes wander over his guitars, multiple posters on the walls and CD stacks, I stopped at the stereo. It was still turned-on and had a greenish twelve on the display. Then, slow but steady, it came back to me: the last song I heard was "Oh Love" by Green Day.

Realizing there was a remote with the same brand as the stereo lying on the nightstand, I wanted to grab after it - even though I had to bend over Michael. Soon I realized: I couldn't.

He had his left hand tightly wrapped around my right one and I gasped. When I asked myself why I hadn't noticed it the whole time, I realized that Michael was having such a tight grip on it that the blood mostly faded - my hand was totally numb.

Now that I couldn't use the right one to subtly reach over his torso, I decided to slowly sit up to use my left arm.

Before pressig the play-button, I made sure to set the volume to a minimum.

As soon as I found the song, I listened closely, still hovering over Michael's chest as I did so.

Oh love, Oh love

Won't you rain on me tonight

"Rain..." I whispered and my look fell on the dress on the floor, as my thoughts conncected themselves rather quickly.

"What are you doing?" came from beneath me and I twitched in surprise.

My right elbow, which supported me until then collapsed and I chrashed down on Michael and he instantly set my right hand free, sucking in a sharp breath to the sudden burden on his chest.

I jerked upwards to realize that I was only wearing the lacy bra he stole the day before. Immediately my hand found the sheets and I ripped them off of his body, covering my own with it and left Michael with a confused look.