My Heaven

Diary

We talk and laugh all the way back to our apartment. When we get there Michael declares he needs a shower, and before I know it, I'm all alone. Finally, all alone. I change into something more comfortable. I should really write a song for my next performance, but I don't feel like it. Ill just do it tomorrow. I look around the room. My side is filled with things from everything to makeup to pencils to jewelry to fabric. Michael side is a little simpler. He has a bed a table and a dresser. I guess you don't get a lot of stuff with you when you're in the military. His stuff is nowhere to be found, except for a little notebook laying on the floor beside his desk, he forgot to put away. Normally I would never look in people's stuff. But I'm just so curious about Michael. I take the notebook from the floor and begin to flip through the pages. This is like a diary. There is something about his family. Too personal for me to snoop around in. I flip through the pages only to stop at one. This was the day we met. He wrote about being at a café with his friends. Then they were in the nightclub. I begin to read it closely:

"The nightclub was fine nothing special. But then she performed. She is beautiful. Never in my life had I seen a woman so gorgeous. I stared at her like I was in a trance. I had to be, because it was impossible to look away. Her red lips. Her soft closed eyes. He long blonde hair. Her hips. Her hands in the red sparkly gloves. How could anyone be allowed such beauty? Not just that...her personality. She doesn't speak polite. She isn't polite. No. She is savage. Someone like her could run the world. She is impossible not to think about. And she's got talent! Her voice is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard. So soft. So powerful. I have finally seen an angel."

Excuse me what? Maybe he is really stalking me. My fucking roommate is in love with me. Well, he is going to get disappointed, because I am not the woman he describes in that book.

Suddenly the door to the bathroom opens and out steps the man who I just read is in love with me. Or definitely adores me. He has a white towel wrapped around his waist, showing of the rest of his body. And he has good reason to because that soldier is well trained. He has abs and muscles I didn't even realize he had. Water drops are stillrunning down his chest. I knew he was good looking, but I didn't realize he wasthis good looking. He looks at me then he smiles. "See anything you like, princess?" he asks. Does he know who he is playing with? That night should have told him that I am good at acting flirty. He really doesn't know who he is playing with. I smile back at him. "You left your diary on the floor" I tell him, holding it in front of his face. He tries to grab it but I quickly take it back. Somehow it pleases me tobe the one in control of him.   "And I read those pages" I say moving my face closer to his. "Do you really love me baby?" I ask, pushing his chin up slightly with my finger. Even though he only blushes a little, I still see it. I enjoy this way too much. I let out a little laugh before handing him back the book.

"It isn't very nice to look in other people's stuff" he says as I sit down on my bed. "If you leave it on the floor, I'm going to look at it. Everything you leave on the floor I'm going to look at" I say looking at my nails. I shouldreally get them fixed. "Everything?" he says smiling. "Ew, no, your gross" I tell him. "You got a dirty mind". He smiles even more. Now he is the one teasing me. 

"How do you know I was thinking that?"

"I just do. Night soldier".

"Night princess".