❛❛ 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...
"would it be wrong to allow myself to feel special"
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Everyone made sure not to involve me in any more of their roughhousing, worried I might get hurt even more. I wasn't really talking to anybody, and nobody minded that either.
The sun had set now, making the air much colder than earlier. I soon realized that nobody would notice if I slipped off, especially since it was so dark out now. So I did that exact thing.
I slowly made my way to the sand, shivering while doing so. There was no way I could go inside the house now, not soaking wet like I am. So, I take a seat on the ground, enjoying the darkness of the night. It was quiet out, besides the distant laughter of my friends.
But soon, there were more noises. Someone had come to the sand too now, and threw something my way. My hands rub against whatever it was, soon realizing it was a towel.
"Thank you" I say softly, assuming they could hear me because of the silence. The sand beside me sifts around as the person takes a seat right beside me, still not informing me of who they were.
"Figured you'd be cold" Miguel states, making me smile slightly. I pull my knees to my chest before wrapping the towel around my shoulders, trying to get some warmth. The silence greets us once again, the two of us sitting as still as possible. I believe at some point I even tried to stop breathing, worried he could hear my exhales and inhales.
"I'm sorry about earlier, I really didn't mean for it to go that far" He apologizes for the second time, making me fidget with the corners of the towel.
"Stop" I whisper back to him, setting my chin in between my knees. He turns towards me confused, although I couldn't see his expression.
"What?" Miguel asks me quickly, making me turn my head towards him. I couldn't confirm anything due to the lack of light, but I was almost positive that our faces were a couple inches apart. His warm exhale would graze against my cold cheek every now and then.
"Stop being sorry for something that you can't change. I already told you it was okay" I speak softly, and he seems to adjust in his spot.
When he does so, his hand is set right beside mine unintentionally. Our hands stayed that way, neither of us making an effort to change it. It didn't seem like a big concern right now.
"Yeh but you're not supposed to just tell me it's okay. I made you breathe water Maria" He says, the air of his words blowing on my skin like a heater. The name choice sort of crawled under my skin though, making me turn away from him. Everything would lead back to that sleepover it seemed. Especially the way he says my name.
"You didn't mean to" I mutter back to him, staring towards the ground.
"Well I'm sorry, even if I didn't mean to" He says quickly afterwards, causing me to turn my attention back to him.
"Miguel just shut the fuck up" I raise my voice a little, keeping my face close to his as I spoke. He let out a breath, not necessarily a angry huff but more like a laugh.
"See that's what I need, I need to hear you get mad" He states, sounding content with my sudden outburst towards him. The boy laughs a little again, turning his attention towards the beach.
"I don't get mad" I admit, my voice still at its slightly raised tone. My eyes stay on him, watching his every move.
"You just did?" He reminds me, facing me once again. I take a breath, focusing to the sound of the waves as I tried to calm myself down. It eventually made my tone softer and calmer, less frustrated.
"I don't like when people say sorry" I admit while staring out to the beach, hearing a couple of laughs from our distant friends. Miguel shifts in his spot, like he was trying to get my attention.
"Why?" Miguel shortly questions me, making me pause in thought for a moment. In the sudden silence I remember how close our hands currently are. So, I move mine back into my lap before turning to speak to him.
"Because they overuse it, if you say it for every small inconvenience then it's not gonna matter for a big one. And then there's people like you, who repeat it over and over for the same situation after they know they're forgiven already." I explain myself without looking away, and he nods to me.
"I don't say sorry ever Mar. I just thought this was such a big inconvenience that I really needed to" Miguel admits softly, letting his hand run through the sand below us. While he did that I let myself have time to think.
Would it be wrong to allow myself to feel special because he did that? I'm sure he would have said "sorry" to someone else he made swallow water. So why did it feel so rewarding to be apologized to by him? If what he says is true, that he never says it, then I guess it is something to feel special about.
"Thank you then" I pause, seeing the back porch light turn on "Your forgiven".
The light had allowed me to see his face, and that was when I truly realized how close we were. His face was maybe a foot away from mine, making us both turn away very quickly. I stood up, wrapping my towel around myself and he did the same. My heart was beating fast, sort of embarrassed from the situation.
Tristan waited behind for a moment at the back door, giving me a protectful glance before walking inside. Miguel and I walked a little slowly beside each other. I wanted to nearly sprint up the steps just to get away from the sudden awkwardness, but I figured that would make things even more awkward.
"I think he's still pretty mad" I softly say to the boy beside me, making him scoff.
"Mad? He's pissed, but I don't blame him" Miguel replies shortly, stopping when he was opening the door for us. I silently agreed with him, knowing that Tristan always seemed a bit off around Miguel. I respected it though, knowing he only did so because he was worried for me.
We had split off now, going to our own individual rooms. When I stepped inside Maddy and I's, I didn't hear water running in the shower like I thought I would. She also wasn't in the room either.
"Hey Maddy, you can get a shower before me!" I shout, not knowing where she was.
"I'm getting one in the guest bathroom!" She yells back and I hear the water turn on, drowning out any noise. I smiled to myself before picking out clothes to wear when I got out the shower.
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Author:M&M in this chapter ate, like be fucking fr. I was so excited when writing this omgggg. The beach house is something I never want you guys to forget so I'm gonna work on it so hard I swear.
