Wrapped Around Your Finger\\M.C.

<<<seven>>>

<<<Michael>>>

Mikey turns around from saying bye to the sweet fans after they thank them for their positive attitudes and light in the world to find Ash moving to a quiet corner with Stacy, grabbing her hand as she brushes her fingers over his face. His eyes scan for Samantha but he doesn't see her anywhere so he goes into the kitchen, finding it empty. He doesn't understand but he suddenly feels extremely upset and going through everything in his head to make sure he didn't offend her.

Did he imagine the spark between them as they spoke? Was the supernatural connection of her hand in his a complete illusion? Or what about the look of complete fascination on her face as Stacy dragged her away from him? His stomach tightens, making him feel sick with hurt before he leaves to the balcony, wondering if she will be where they found each other.

He swallows back confusing emotion when he finds it barren, just the rustle of the palm trees to confuse him further. Out of frustration he kicks the railing and leans against the house, his life always making a curve ball to fuck things up. Days, he has spent days, sad and lonely and hurting, then finally he feels a tiny spark of happiness, for what? To have it run off because like always, he just isn't enough. Why would a smart, doctor aspiring girl want anything to with him anyway?

Sighing, he looks at his watch, 11:45pm., whining in his head that they will be here well after midnight now, since Ash seems to have just got started with Stacy. He heads back through the chairs and stands at the corner of the balcony, watching the waves. He ignores the group of stoners, still giggling, but less rowdy and leans down on his elbows, leaning his head forward to fix his hair under his hat. His head cocks to the side as he tucks some strands in when his eyes land on a dark spot in the fence, remembering that Samantha lives next door.

Feeling crazy and slightly stalkerish, he travels past the stoners to the stairs, descending into the yard until he comes up to the arching hole in the fence. He stares at the fading paint, tiny hand prints outlining the opening with Stacy's name on top before he crouches real low to fit through. Once on the other side he notices the same theme of handprints, but shocked to find the name "Lex" along with "Sam". He runs his hand over the tiny handprints, the two different sets on this side, one bigger than the other, smiling as he imagines the fun Stacy and Samantha and this Lex person used to have before he follows the stone path ahead of him.

He notices the house is completely dark, save one window on the top floor, knowing it has to be her when he sees movement inside. Afraid of knocking on the door and awaking anyone in the house or getting the cops called on his psycho ass, he considers what he can do to get her attention. He could go back to the party and ask Stacy for her phone number, but she's probably in some room fucking Ashton so that's a no go.

His foot taps with urgency to solve the problem before he hopes the window is open and cups his hands around his mouth, "SAMANTHA!" he whisper yells.

After no response he tries three more times, still getting no response. Frustrated he stomps his foot and huffs at the ground, sneaking his fingers under his cap as he thinks, noticing the little pebbles around the stone path. He bends down and picks one up, rolling it around in his fingers before he looks back up at her window. He straightens up and lifts his arm up wondering if he has gone insane.

"Fuck," he huffs and lowers his hand, trying to process why she is suddenly so important.

Her shadow dances across a wall, alerting him of her presence and without thinking he tosses the pebble up, a little rack sound happening when it hits the side of the house.

"Damnit," he whispers to himself and picks up another, and throws it lightly, this time a plink sounds out, signaling success.

He waits, before he throws another one, listening for the sound of it against glass rather than the wood of the house. A plink echoes out but still no reponse, he tosses up one more, praying she hears him as he becomes desperate for just some more time with her, even though he doesn't know why.