"Rock, paper, scissors. If I win, I am taking you to your parents' house."
There grows a cheeky grin on his face, one that is accompanied with my smile. I am quick to place my belongings on the cement, pull up my sleeves a bit and prepare myself. "Best of one."
At this, Micah chuckles in amusement, preparing himself by placing a clenched fist on his palm. "Alright. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"
Gaping in shock, the wolf contrasts me by roaring in pure laughter when his fingers motion snapping scissors against the 'paper' I've thrown to the battle field. "That's not fair!"
"Losing will never feel fair, Gertrude." He laughs once more, lowering his back to pick up my bag and lunchbag. "I'll be dropping you, don't mind if I do. Plus, I brought the car. I noticed you were really into it yesterday."
Oh, attention to detail, he is. How lovely.
I scoff, though I can't say I'm amused as much as he is. My feet gleefully follow him towards the Mustang. "You know, at some point, I should spoil you for the various of efforts you make for me. You know, taking me home or having Julius take me home. Mind you I know he isn't too fond of me. Now, taking me to my parents? I should take you out or something, I feel like."
"There's no need. I enjoy spending time with you so, I'll do what I need to, to ensure we do spend time together." He glances over his shoulder as he says this. It's accompanied by a smile, very warm and settles beautifully within the depth of my soul.
Man, Micah really has a way with his words something he always had, and I guess something I've always noticed. I hate that I love the way it makes me feel.
We settle in the car, he starts the engine and then we're on our merry way after I put on the GPS. Him and I fall in various of conversations, some of which I can't remember about considering how we so confidently hopped from this to that. Plus, it's nice just seeing him all jolly and the sorts after yesterday night.
Oh, yesterday. Last night was something else. I can't even estimate how long it took until Micah came down to fetch me. I even forgot to lock his car, the way I had rushed out and to him. I'd be lying if I said he looked the same, thought oddly different. Something about him seemed different but I turned a blind eye to it. I had to, since he didn't seem bothered, though it was beyond safe to say his demeanour was anything but calm. Or perhaps, he was trying his utmost best to be calm, but it didn't take a supernatural to see through the facade.
Plus, and perhaps it was me, his eyes eyes were grey. They appeared grey. Maybe it was the streetlights, I don't know.
When we headed back to my apartment, Tsiamo exited my apartment accompanied with a security guard. He didn't blink towards us, he didn't acknowledge or bid his farewell. He just... left. Of course I thought it was weird, though a huge part of me was pleased that it seemed as though nothing happened. Nothing physical, should I rather say. It was as if indeed, they simply spoke and came to some sort of agreement.
At least, that's what I thought. My next door neighbour, of whom I occasionally greet, had come to check on me, stating that he was the one who had called security. Now that I think about it, I should ask about it.
I clear my throat, turning to him as much has the seatbetlt would allow me. I analyse him operating the vehicle with one hand, meanwhile the other rests on his lap. He has his bottom lip cradled in his mouth, eyes focused on the road ahead. I can't even deny the beauty I am presented with. It's like he simply gets more and more handsome as the days go by with not even a flaw in sight.
Or is this me simply denying he has flaws at all?
"I wanted to ask..." I start off. "About yesterday. I mean, I know you told me you guys spoke, no fight happened, which I am appreciative for. It would have just been too much admin and the such if a fight broke out, you know?"
