Oh my God. Oh my God...
Michael... loves me?
Well, that's what's engraved on the necklace. Maybe it was a mistake? No... That'd be ridiculous.
I love you, princess. ~Michael
Now it's engraved forever in my mind and heart. Is this why Michael didn't want me to open the locket yet? He didn't want me to know that he loves me?
I sit down on the bed, the necklace still clutched in my hand with the pendant open as well, and take a deep breath. Michael loves me. He loves me.
I'm freaking out. Is this why he didn't want to tell me? Did he think I would freak out?
I want answers, but I'd have to ask Michael... but he can't know that I opened the necklace since he'd told me not. Maybe he was waiting for a proper time for me to open it, but my curious self just had to ruin it.
I place the necklace on again, snapping the pendant shut. I lay my back against the mattress and stare at the ceiling, now only one more question to be thought of.
Do I love Michael?
He makes me happy. Fuck, he makes me feel like the happiest girl on earth even if I'm at my worst. He knows things about me that nobody else knows. I'm closer to him than any of the other boys, and we spend much more time with each other. I'm infatuated with him, but I'm not sure if I love him. I don't want to say I love him because I feel like I have to... I want to be actually in love with him.
But since he's my first boyfriend, I'm not sure what being in love feels like. Why is life so hard to figure out?
I take out my phone and dial Savannah's number, hoping she'd answer and that I could talk to her about this. She's been in love with someone once or twice, maybe she could help.
Savannah answers on the fourth ring. "Hey, Mia. What's up? Any killings lately?"
"Actually, I want to talk to you about something other than the Fangirls and their revolution or whatever," I say, fiddling with the locket with my fingers as I hold my phone with my other hand.
"Oh, okay. What about?" she asked.
I bite my bottom lip. "What does being in love feel like?"
"What does being in love feel like..." she repeats, and I could tell she was contemplating her answer. "Well, it's the best and worse feeling ever, depending on who you fell for. You don't stop thinking about that person... and there's a moment when it hits you that you're in love with them. You pause and everything goes blank in your mind except for the fact that you are deeply and definitely in love with them. Then you both make eye contact and you're like, God please keep looking at me for the rest of my life. Mia, it's a beautiful and great feeling unless you fall for the wrong person."
I'm speechless, and my heart beats rapidly because that seemed to be a pretty damn good description of being in love. I felt stupid for asking since it seemed obvious.
"Wow," I say, feeling my nerves bubble over. "Thank you, Sav."
"No problem, but..." she paused, "...why did you ask? You didn't fall for any of those boys you're staying with, right?"
"Um..."
"Oh my God, Mia. You're in love with one of them, aren't you?"
"I don't know!" I exclaimed frustratingly. "That's why I asked you that question."
"Mia, you have to be careful," she warns. "You cannot let the Fangirls know about this. They'll use it against you."
I groaned. "I know."
