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❝ ALL THE LEAVES ARE BROWN, AND THE SKY IS GRAY ❞
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october 1, 1957
there were many things mike was feeling in that very moment.
one being the resting ball of apprehension sitting in his stomach, not seeming to want to leave. another being the absolute nerves he was receiving at the sight of this unknown girl.
something about her made him squirm with an odd combination of terror and anticipation.
he could sense the power radiating off her and it intimidated him that a girl could make him as scared (and weirdly turned on) as he was, right then and there.
glancing positively anywhere but at the unfamiliar girl's face, he scratched the back of his neck (a nervous tick of his) and fumbled with his feet whilst looking down at the ground.
"you gonna tell me where he is, or not?" she asked in a soft, but raspy voice, furrowing her brows into a look of impatience.
"um, i'm taking over for now. he's kinda not feeling well... sorry," mike explained with a hand still on his neck.
his words were smoother than he hoped they'd be. he didn't know why, but he wanted to impress the girl. surely he wasn't doing an excellent job, but it'd have to work for the time being.
"mh, that's quite alright. he's kind of a wet rag," she bluntly responded.
mike's eyes widened at her answer, at how she called his own dad a douche right in front of his face.
"well, i-i guess, yeah," he replied, cringing at his ongoing awkwardness.
curse his mouth for letting out those persistent stutters that continuously hung in the air.
"get me some things to make a salad with, won't you?" she sort of demanded. the sound of her sweet, intimidating voice being muffled due to her taking a cigarette out of the pocket of her billowy skirt, lighting it, and sticking it right between her sinful lips.
he looked her up and down. she must have no shame.
he liked that.
yet, it made him more nervous.
"sure. um, what would you like?" mike tensely questioned, squinting with both hands on his hips.
"don't care. fetch me anything."
"alright, then,"
he sorted through the many hand-grown veggies and picked the most luscious ones, wanting her to be pleased with her purchase.
after carefully placing the most finest vegetables he could find in a rough, brown paper-bag, he handed it to her with slightly shaky hands.
the still unknown girl grabbed it swiftly, and handed him a large wad of money in return.
"wha- this isn't right," mike said to her, bewildered, while looking at the amount of money she placed in his hand.
he had never seen this much cash in all of his eighteen years of living.
"h-how much did you just give me?" mike dumbly asked with furrowed brows.
"dunno..." she shrugged.
the girl then turned her back on mike, leaving without another word.
he was left there standing starstruck, eager, and confused.
he didn't know much about this girl; only that she was quite reckless, and way rich (judging both of those by their quick, first encounter).
all he knew is that he wanted more.
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back at home, mike was lolled down on his tiny, worn-out mattress. setting his hands behind his head atop the scruffy, old pillow, he lay there thinking of the strange girl with the careless persona from earlier that day.
was he being slightly creepy and obsessive? maybe.
did he care? not one bit.
he hadn't come in contact with other outsiders that often, though he could still tell that there was something about this girl. something different.
to him, she was the mysterious girl with the striking doe eyes. the girl who seemed uncomfortable and misplaced in her fancy, swing dress that other women would kill to wear. the girl with whose mouth was rotten from cursing and smoking deadly cigarettes. the girl with the apple-red cheeks and dark, pillowy lips. the girl who wasn't embarrassed to speak her opinion out loud, proudly. the girl who seemed as if she was in another world, as if her mind was someplace else.
and on the other hand, he definitely did not make the world's best impression.
mike was getting more and more curious by the second.
he craved for her presence.
he longed for the brush of her fingers against his once more.
perhaps she'd need some more groceries and would come back to him... or at least mike hoped she would.
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A/N: haven't written in monthssss, so sorry lol i forgot how to write .. this is ass. uhhh this is for the lovely people who asked for an update!!!! thank u for being so kind! should i keep updating ?? idk
