A Lost Memory: Alitheia

Episode 17: [Their home; Allegra & Micah's story]

"Hey," Micah mouthed with a cupped hand around his mouth.

"Hey, Allegra" impatient, he hisses, and only managed to catch the attention of Mrs. Fillmore, the school's Liberian. She shoots him a peeved look, props her reading-glasses on her nose and stiffly walks off. This time, it caught Allegra's attention, and she motions to exist.

They walk side-by-side along the corridor, eyeing the grounds for any 'enemies' that being teachers or supervisors aiming to foil their plans. Allegra elbows his shoulders and grins, "Why didn't you call me?"

Micah blinks rapidly and starts off, "I-" and cuts himself off to make a request, "Let's go over to your place?"

"Sure, no one's at home around this time" she informs, though under his breath Micah mentions he already knew that.

"Huh"

"Nothing, hum- yeah, let's go" he beams a cheesy smirk.

Micah and Allegra had been friends for most of their high school years, after avoiding his growing attraction towards his best friend for some time. He took a mental note to confess his feelings to Allegra and since one can only practice with the mirror or inanimate objects so many times. He figures its D-Day. They round the corner to her home, an old cottage style house, and after tugging at the metal fence. She heads straight up to the wood porch stairs, and Micah trails behind her.

"Why's your grandma up there?" He questions, looking up to the top floor, at an elderly woman's figure and seemingly walking off out of sight.

"Sorry, what did you say?" she asks with her signature grin, one that seems to throw him off.

"Uhm- nothing, don't worry about it" he answers.

The wood creaked under them, and Allegra head straight down the hallway to the kitchen. Micah taking note of the interior, he calls over to her, "No offence Ally but your house is like my grandparent's home," his voice echoes.

She hadn't heard him and requested instead, "You want anything to drink?" while rinsing off glasses in the sink under a running tap.

"Get me lemonade, darlin'," a soft voice asked from behind a rocking chair.

"Ally, your gran wants lemonade" he yells though quizzically eyes the chair, as it stiffly rocks back and forth.

"What?" Alegra closing the tap, asking Micah to repeat himself. When she gets no response, she dried her hands on the kitchen towel, and walks over to him "Whoa!" she exclaims, bumping into him.

"What's wrong?" she smiles, and he stumbles back, scratching the back of his head.

"Uh- uhm- nothing, your- gran?" he fumbles on his words, nervous, and poses his answer as question.

"My gran? What about her?" she leans her weight against the door frame. Micah, distracted, eyes her up and down before pulling himself from 'lust' laced thoughts and repeating himself.

"Yeah, your gran asked for lemonade," walking past her, shaking his head and gripped the fridge handle.

"We- we- don't-"

"You don't have lemonade, that's cool- oh wait you do have it's in a glass bottle" he cuts her off. In concerned furrowed brows, he notes, "Ally why do you sound so-"

"My grandma died when I was three," her voice croaked, grabbing the broomstick in the corner with two hands and shuffles over to the living room.

"Huh, then who's the lady upstairs and in the rocking ch-" sensing she'd disappeared from the kitchen, he calls out, "Allegra."