❛❛ sometimes it's hard to be nice ❜❜
At least, that's how it is for Miguel. His heart is frozen, completely iced over with nothing in sight to thaw it out. It makes him cold to those around him, snapping every chance he gets. Meeting an actress...
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My feet patted the floor gently as I walked, trying not to make any alerting noise. I wanted to scare him and make my appearance known at the last minute. We had both made our way into the kitchen now, and I stood behind as he opened up the pantry.
Readying myself to scare him, he spoke to me before I had the chance.
"You're not very stealthy Mar" He insults me, keeping his back facing me as he rummaged through the pantry.
"You know my name, don't call me that" I snapped, just as he was turning towards me with a bag of popcorn in his hand. He looked into my eyes and kept it like that, as if he was debating something.
"It's better though, yeah?" Miguel says, ready to start another argument with me. He walked towards his microwave now, making me pause for the moment. I couldn't make anything come out my mouth, having no smart reply for the boy.
"Why did you stare at me?" I conjured up the words, before walking over to where he stood. I placed my hands onto the counter behind me, using my arms to hoist myself up onto the surface. The microwave shut, allowing me to see his facial expression.
"I could ask you the same thing" He reminds me. It was true, I stared right back at the boy with no plan of turning away. So with that being out in the air, we were both silent. Because at the end of the day, Miguel was correct.
Light noise from the tv could be heard, as well as kernels beginning to pop in the microwave. That feeling was in my chest, the one you can always feel when you need to get away from somebody. A burning, tingly, red hot feeling that made its way to your face and inside your stomach. It had been awhile since I felt it, but Miguel seemed to be bringing the sensation back nowadays.
I turned my head away from him, resulting in him doing the same. He started to complete miscellaneous tasks while I sat, taking peeks of him here and there. The boy didn't pay me any mind, only waiting for the microwave to beep so he could pour the food into a bowl. When it did, he made his way back to where I sat.
I watched, not caring if he noticed my stares at this point. We had both realized now, that the two of us had a staring problem when it came to each other.
"So.. where's that good spot you saved me?" I spoke, trying to avoid our previous conversation. As soon as I did, a boyish grin made its way onto his features. His eyes crinkled up a little from the smile, and I raised my eyebrows at his expressions.
"You won't like it" He tells me, a light laugh underneath his words. Miguel grabbed the bowl of popcorn, signaling me to jump off the counter behind him.
"What's that supposed to mean? I told you I wanted a good spot" I remind him, walking behind him on our way to the living room. He slowed down, turning around to face me. I nearly bumped into him, but caught myself just in time.
"It's good, you just won't want it" Miguel ends our short talk, stepping into the living room. We were greeted with a bunch of sleeping faces, sunken into their spots in an effort to get comfortable. No one was still awake besides us, everyone passed out as the credits of movie rolled.
Miguel looked down at the bowl of popcorn in his hands, then to me.
"Want some?" He asked, making me scrunch up my nose.
"I hate that stuff" I admit, shaking my head at him.
"Weird.." I hear him mutter, setting the popcorn on a nearby counter for it to be wasted. We looked at each other, truly realizing this time that we were the only two awake. And personally, I wasn't ready to go to sleep anytime soon. Miguel didn't seem to be either, judging by his alert actions and coherent words.
So, I asked him to show me the good spot he saved me. That same grin flashed over his features, making me wonder what that could possibly mean. When I followed him though, it all became clear to me when we stepped into a certain door.
The same posters, guitars, etc were all in their respectful spots. A strong familiar scent made its way up my nose as well, leaving only one answer. Miguel had saved me a spot, yes, but the spot was his bed.
I shake my head, not restraining myself from rolling my eyes at the boy. The whole atmosphere of the room did look comfortable though, I couldn't lie about that. His light switch was off, but LEDs surrounded the room with a deep blue color. The bed was made, as I had saw earlier, but this time I noticed how it also looked fairly clean.
Another thing that came into play, was of course the aroma that lingered around the room. The one I can't shut up about. The one I had thought of multiple times since I stepped into his front door. If I stayed in here tonight, I would be able to have his scent fill my lungs until I eventually fell asleep. It sounded like such an odd thing to think about, but it was the truth of the situation. Simply put, the boy smelled heavenly.
"Your bed? Really?" I asked sarcastically, looking over to him as we both stood in the doorway. The blue light covered his face, bringing out his brown eyes.
"Its either this or being cramped up on the couch beside Mason" He reminded me, making me do a double take. Another win for Miguel, as he was right like always. So, I began to take him up on his offer. I stepped over to the bed, taking a seat on the soft mattress.
It felt wonderful, most likely made out of memory foam. But at the same time, it had a hardness to it. Miguel's bed wasn't too soft or hard, being just right as Goldilocks would say.
"So?" He awaited my answer, grinning at me from the door. I nodded at him, copying his kind facial expression. Those all faded away in a matter of seconds when a ringing ensued from his phone. He pulled it out his pocket, looking at the contact before answering and putting the device to his ear. I couldn't make out any words, only understanding the situation from what Miguel said.
"Ok, ya voy abuela" [eng: 'Ok, I'm coming grandma'] He says, pulling the phone away from him after a few more words.
"Is she okay? It's like 11 P.M." I say, receiving a confused look from the boy. He seemed to have forgotten I could understand his Spanish for a moment.
"She's okay, I have to go though" He says, already grabbing a pair of his shoes off the floor. He sat on the bed beside me to put them on, already having the laces tied before hand.
"Where does she live?" I ask worried, wondering how far the boy would be going this late at night. Even if he does live in a good neighborhood, it would still be wrong for him to go out so far this late.
"Just a couple houses down" He reply's, having both of his shoes on now and standing up.
"I'm going too" I insisted, standing up beside him.
"No, no your not" He calmly states, raising both hands to gently push me onto his bed. The mattress hit the back of my knees, making me sit down on the soft material once again.
"Just get some rest, I'll be back in a little while" Miguel says, not paying any mind to my ignorant stare. He walks out his bedroom door, shutting it behind him in a hurry.
Of course, that wouldn't be the last time that door would shut tonight.
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Author: weirdos. get ready to meet some family, and learn some new things :). This chapter was kinda short and I hate that but I felt it would be nice to stop it here.
P.S.they were so cute in this chapter, in my opinion
