Sessions

Sessions 7

The sun blazed upon Vic's face and she arose from the with her eyes half open. A loud groan escaped her as she reached up to stretch her pale white arms. The house was quiet and she say there cross legged for awhile, her eye dozing in and out of sleep. What time is it? She shook her head and jumped out of the bed and headed towards the door. Her bare feet padded down the hall towards Gray's room, yet the door was still open, his bed empty. Vic scratched her head and wondered where he was, he usually makes a lot of noise in the morning. However it was too quiet for him to even be here. She ran towards the living room and stopped in her tracks as she came across a sleeping Micah. Vic felt her face flush red and her neck felt hot, what was this feeling? Her stomach felt like it had winged creatures fluttering in the pits her stomach acid. She tip toed towards him and sat on the floor facing his sleeping face. His hair fell gently over his eyes and Vic reached to brush it but he suddenly turned over. He was still sleeping but his face was closer to hers than ever, his hot breath wavered upon her face and she felt her body tremble. Vic swallowed the anticipated lump in her throat and clenched her sweaty palms. Slowly she placed her hand on his cheek, it was warm and his facial hair stubble tickle her hands. A small giggle escaped her lips and Micah's eyes flung open. Vic let out a gasp and Micah just stayed there inches from her face. This was it, a moment of total and complete embarrassment that Vic had never experienced before.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his colored eyes locked on hers.
Vic opened her mouth to speak but only a nervous laugh came out instead of words. Micah searched her face and moved his face so close to hers his lips nearly touched hers. Vic sat there, frozen in this unrealistic moment. A small smile formed on his lips and he let out a chuckle. He quickly pulled back and stretched.
"Your breath smells." He said and laughed as he got up making his way to the bathroom. Vic was taken a back and somehow felt like a piece of garbage. Here was this really adorable boy telling her that she had bad breath, she was smelly. Her hands clenched into fists and she shot up from the floor and stormed out of the house. She's never felt so low, but why? Why did his opinion matter? Outside the sun beamed upon her white skin, it was so hot even the air felt warm. She sat in front of the flower bed with the budding daffodils and daisies she planted for Gray. Her fingers gently brushed the soft petals and noticed her hands next to the white flower pedals. Her fingers were dirty, then her hands, her arms, covered in dirt. Was she always so dirty? It never really mattered but now that Micah pointed it out, it seemed to dawn upon her. The static from Grays home video replayed in her head as she recalled his wife Annabelle. Compared to her Vic looked like a boy, but does that wen matter? As these thought whirled in her head the sound of a car engine became louder as it approached the apartment.

Grays truck came to a halt as he arrived his place. First thing he noticed was a crouched Vic in a fetal position facing the flowers. He automatically sensed something was up and ran a tired hand though his dirt covered Mohawk. He crouched down next to Vic and noticed the gleaming tears rolling down her face. Automatically he lifted her face by her chin.
"Aye? You ok? What's wrong?" He asked wiping a tear away with his thumb.
Vic pulled her face back and wiped her face with the back of her hand.
"Do you think I smell?" she whispered as she dug her fingers in the soil of the flower bed.
So, his instinct was right, that time she saw her reaction to Micah at the junk yard wasn't a hullicination. She was after all a teenager, however she had the mentality of a child, she wasn't mature nor knew anything about the birds and the bees. God, why did that bastard have to give him Vic? He placed his arm around her small frame and hugged her.
"You don't smell, if anything you smell great. But you know, if your so concerned about this, there is a shower inside."
Vic looked up at him, boogers dripping down her nose.
"A shower?"
Gray laughed and helped her up and inside. "C'mon kiddo, let's get you cleaned up."
After Gray showed her what the shower was she bathed her self clean and stepped out feeling fresh. Maybe now Micah won't think she smelled. She swished mouth wash I her mouth and studied herself in the mirror. Short hair, plain face, small frame, scars from the cuts she got in fight scenes on grays missions. She was beautiful despite her flaws. A smile formed on her lips and spit in the sink.

Micah observed Gray as he pulled an old motorcycle from his truck bed. Gray hauled it into the garage and covered it with a dirty tarp.
"You could of helped me you know." He said as he tied his Mohawk into a bun on his sweaty head. Micah laughed and shook his head.
"I don't really lift." He shot back and Gray only raised a brow. Gray placed a cigarette to his cracked dry lips and lit it, inhaling the intoxicating fumes. Micah sat next to Grayson in the garage and stared towards the direction of the junk yard.

"I have to go back."

Gray tuner to face him with a puzzled look on his face.

"See, there's a small group of people living by the junk yard, and I left someone behind. She's probably waiting and looking for me." He muttered.
She. So that was it. Gray turned to face him and then thought of Vic. He knew how Vic felt about this boy, she'd be crushed if she knew.

"Take that old car behind the garage, it runs but barely had enough gas to take you there. Go before Vic sees you leave."
Micah turned to Gray with a questioning look. Micah remembered Vic's face near his, her delicate features gazing upon him. Did he know how Vic was this morning? Micah nodded and thanked him but Gray just blew a cloud of smoke in his face.
Gray watched Micah drive away and at the same time Vic came out of the house. Vic was washed over with sadness and at the same time relief. She made her way to Gray and leaned her head against his shoulder. Gray patted her head and exhaled his cigarette smoke.

Micah kept driving and in the rear view mirror saw her gleaming with her short boy hair. Her face vague from the distance but still beautiful. Til next time Vic.