❛❛ 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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I exited the bedroom after a very intense shower. Every time I showered, I had a bad habit of making the water scalding hot. So, I could have swore there was steam coming off my body when I entered the colder atmosphere.
"I can make dinner if you guys want?" I offer after seeing everyone hanging out in the living room. They gestured towards the kitchen, making me realize very quickly that someone else was in charge of that.
"I got it" Miguel looks over to me with a neutral expression, nodding. The gesture seemed like it was meant to be short, as if he was just about to turn away and tend to whatever he was cooking.
Instead, he did a double take very quickly. His brown eyes scanned my body, making me immediately tense up. At this point I was just ready to go into the living room, not in the mood for my appearance to be judged and whatnot.
"That shirts huge on you Mar" He announced, as if I didn't already realize that the shirt I wore nearly came down to my knees. I toy with the hem of it now, observing whilst he stirred a pot of something.
"It's not mine" I respond, walking over to see what he was cooking. Miguel wouldn't let me peer past him though, moving left and right to keep up with where I stood.
"Who's is it then?" He questions me as I give up on seeing our meal. The boy had locked eyes with me now, almost like he wanted to be able to determine if I told the truth or not with this next answer.
"My dad's" I shortly respond, looking up at him with a small smile. My only guess as to why I smiled, was probably the fact that I felt so proud to be wearing his clothing.
Ever since he went missing, my mom hasn't minded letting me take just a few of his shirts and hoodies. She understood the reasoning behind it, although I never told her one. There were many instances where I'd check her flipping through his hangers in their shared closet, smiling at certain clothing that had a meaning to her.
What I believe to be the cherry on top of wearing his clothes though, was the fact that it still smelled like him. It almost reminded me of being hugged by the cheery man. Almost.
I find myself on the counter top beside Tristan now, eating a bowl of warm food. It was Mac and cheese, one of the few options that Brady and Tristan were smart enough to buy before we came to stay here. The meal wasn't grand, but nobody could really complain with the classic dish.
"We need to play a game or something!" Maddy says, responding to Mason's question about what we should do for the night.
"I'm down, what game could we even play though?" Brady asks before taking another bite of his food.
"Seven minutes in heaven!" Maddy says enthusiastically, leaving all of the room in disgust. I shake my head in disapproval, wide eyed.
"Not like that guys, think about it this way. It's just one on one time, and you can get to know the person better." She reminds us, making me glance around the room to get everyone's reactions. Everyone seemed to be okay with it now, not really minding the idea.
"Which room has a closet with a door?" Tristan asks, setting his bowl in the sink and washing it, then drying. I copy him after he's done.
"Mine does" Miguel says, washing his dish too now.
Eventually we had all cleaned up, getting ready to play the game. Maddy loaded up this spin the wheel thing on her phone, entering our names so it could land on them. The first name was Brady, making him smile as soon as he realized he would be one of the first people to play.
After some anticipation, it decides to land on my name as well. I smile wide, happy with the wheels choice. This was way better than being stuck with a certain someone for 7 minutes.
Miguel and I were a tough case to crack. Even with our meaningful conversation earlier, I still knew that I would not be able to sit so close to him in a dark closet for that long. Although, our previous conversation did involve darkness and sitting side by side.
So here Brady and I were, shut into a dark closet as everyone wandered out the bedroom, setting a timer. I figured I would be more comfortable sitting down, so I did so and he copied my actions. The silence fell upon us, since this was truly our first time being alone together.
There was always a plus side to Miguel for some reason. Right now, it was the fact that his closet had that strong scent of his stupid stupid cologne. I think the only reason I decide to call it stupid though is because of how seriously addicting it is. That wasn't a lie, I'm truly hung up on the way this boy smells.
The other night at Miguel's house, he had given me his band t-shirt since I ruined mine. He told me he would wash mine and give it back before I left. We had both forgotten though, and it left me with his shirt. I didn't have the audacity to wash it, so I put it on a hanger in my closet.
No, I didn't walk over and smell the shirt everyday like a weirdo. But I can't say that it wasn't fulfilling to get a whiff of it when I walked into my room. As creepy as it sounds.
"Why are you sniffing like a little hound dog?" Brady cuts off my thoughts quickly, tapping on his knees in a soothing rhythm to hide the silence.
"Miguel always smells good" I smile, a little bit embarrassed I had been caught. But why not be honest with him since this was a closed space?
"Oh my god"
"What?"
"You have a crush on Miguel?" He asks a little loudly, making me quickly shush him. I nearly stretched over to cup his mouth with my hands, but figured that would be a bit too dramatic.
"You do!" Brady confirms, taking my panic as an answer.
"No, dear fucking god no" I say before gently slapping his knee.
"I had my suspicions but Tristan told me no. It makes so much sense though Maria! The way he cared for your bleeding finger, him giving you his bed, and you guys sitting alone out there with your faces all close like you guys were just kissing or something" Brady says, making me pray the 7 minutes would be up soon.
"No, it's nothing like that Brad" I say, coming up with the nickname to aggravate him.
"Ew" He shortly states, making me laugh. We go quiet for a moment, before he brings up the conversation again.
"But seriously Maria, I know your secret now"
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Q&A at the bottom.
Author:alright so before anyone goes crazy with the "she has a crush already omg?" i just wanna say that she has the slightest crush right now, you could probably call it "interest" instead of crush to be honest. either way, she's known him for like two weeks now, she's not head over heels even though her cologne obsession does make it seem that way 😓.
P.S. holiday stuff has me so stressed, my bday is coming up in like 5 days, plus i have to study everything for my drivers permit in the span of 5 days (i didn't study ahead of time, i'm a last minute type of gal). btw i'm gonna be super inactive but if you have something important dm me please.
