Mina One-Shots

This Is Why

Mike and I sat in his car, not speaking. He had just had a fight with his sister about me, Aria saying I was still insane and could wake up at any second and slaughter Mike. I just walked out to the car and asked him to bring me home.
"Look, Mona, I'm sorry." Mike apologized.
I glance over at him, his blue eyes filled with tears. "Mike, I'm not mad at you." I announce as I place on of my hands on his. Mike looks down at the gesture, but when he looks up, his face is still upset.
"What my sister said.. wasn't right." Mike explained. I look at him, studying the word and anger and disappointment in his voice. I never fully understood why Mike was so kind to me, when I hurt his sister (unintentionally, I was 'sick').
I look at Mike and say, "She was right. I'm not fully recovered. I still take meds everyday to keep me from going crazy. Mike, I don't understand why you're defending me so much against your family when I hurt it so much." I finally let out. Mike looks at me and leans back.
"Do you want to know why I defend you so much?"
"That would help, yes."
"I defend you because I know you were sick, and I know you never meant anything. Well, maybe you did some things on purpose. But I don't care about that, Mona. And you're actually... nice. And gorgeous. And very courageous and not afraid to stand up for yourself. I wish people would realize what a great person you are." Mike explains to me. I shake my head and look out of the window. I'm sick of people still thinking I'm insane. It's not pleasant to have people still stare at you everyday when you walk through the halls, thinking you'll pull out a knife any second.
"I'm not like that sometimes, Mike. I'm a bitch. A loser. A nerd. A physco." I admit and tears spill on my cheek. Mike puts his hand on my face to wipe away my tears. He gazes into my eyes and I look into his.
He opens his mouth and says. "Don't you ever, ever, call yourself that again. You're so much more than that. Than all of those things. And you're not a loser. Or a physco. Or any of the things you just said." He leans in, and I kiss him, knowing thats what he was going for. I can still smell the mint on his breath he had a few moments ago. He pulls me closer to him and I don't reject. When he pulls away, he touches his nose with mine and I try to breathe, but something stops me.
"How did I get so lucky to have you," I ask, my voice cracking. He smiles his famous Montgomery smile and says, "I should be asking you that." I push him back, laughing because of how cheesy he was being.
Some say I have a motive. Some say I'm a slut. Some say I'm desperate. But I know those things aren't true. I'm not dating Mike for any of the reasons listed.
"You okay?" he asks me, full of concern. I grasp his hand and say, "Yes. Yes it am."
I'm dating him because he's one of the only ones who cares.