I'm a goth

How it Feels

I rolled over, my forehead hitting something solid. It was breathing. Instantly freaked out that something, or someone was in my bed. I sat up looking at what it was. It was a person, but not a random stranger. No it was Michael.

I sighed, and laid back down. I'd forgotten that he walked me back home yesterday after we had confessed our love for each other. It seemed like more than that though. Like a promise we'd look out for each other. Stick together.

I realized I loved him more than as a brother yesterday. I just thought he'd never go for me. I mean Henrietta may be a bit younger than him, but they've known each other longer. Though that being said they may only be able to look at each other as family. Which might explain why he went for me instead.

I hated thinking about this. I wanted Michael for myself, but did I truly have him. What if I'm just better Than a conformist girl to him, and that's why he chose me. Maybe Pete called Henrietta for himself, and that's why Michael went for me. Which would make more sense than them family zoning each other. The new reasons on why he would say he loved me just kept piling up. Leaving me believing that he didn't really love me, but was just stuck with me.

Well if he's stuck with me I don't want to be a burden. I'll be the best... Wait what am I to him. Just because he confessed his love for me doesn't really make us anything does it. Well I'll be the best object worthy of I love you as anybody else ever could be. Though if he feels he's just stuck with me then he's quite a jerk, and I'm an idiot for thinking like this. Well I guess I'll just test the water's. I'm sure to find out one way, or another what the truth holds.

With that I got up as quietly as possible. As to not wake him. It seemed as if he wasn't getting a lot of sleep lately. Though I'm one to talk. I haven't been on a normal schedule in forever. Too many late shifts at Benny's I guess. Oh well.

I went to my dresser across from the bed. I grabbed a long, black flowing skirt, and a white long sleeved blouse to go with it. Changed, and went to my makeup table. Going with the usual amount of makeup to put on.

When satisfied I went downstairs to the kitchen, and started a pot of coffee. Waiting silently for the ding as I pulled two cups from the cupboard, and set them down on the counter. It took a while for the coffee maker to ding, but it eventually did. Leaving me to only have to pour a cup for me, and another.

Right when I finished. In walked Michael as if on cue. He smiled, and picked up the cup I had set aside for him. He took a sip, and walked around the counter to hug me. I hugged back. Relishing in his presence.

It felt great to know I wasn't alone anymore. The emptiness I felt gone. I was still scared of what was too come. Though I was sure Michael would be there through it with me. Making it just a little less intimidating.

When he pulled back I felt a little tug at my heart. I wanted to be in his arms. Not anywhere else. It was childish, but true.

I smiled at him regardless, and he kissed my forehead as he went back to his coffee. For once I didn't mind someone touching me. Michael could be a dick to people, but he was such a dark prince to me.

I may not understand the meaning of our affection, but I certainly want more.

I guess this is how love is supposed to feel.