Meant To Be - Michael & Angela

Chapter 2 - It's The Falling In Love

2nd of December, 1988
Michael is 30, Angela is 24

Angela: "So listen to my heart, lay your body close to mine
Let me fill you with my dreams, I can make you feel alright..."

Michael played in my ears as I wrote down another sentence for my essay.

"Lay back in my tenderness, let's make this a night we won't forget
Girl, I need your sweet caress-"

His smooth voice was interrupted by my headphones being ripped off. "Angela!"

Groaning, I looked up at Julia, "What now, Jules?"

"Blue or black eyeliner?" she held the both of them up to show me.

"Blue!" Lori yelled from the bathroom. It was Friday night, so naturally they were both getting ready for a party.

"Blue," I agreed. "Now can I please finish this essay in peace?"

"You could. But your boyfriend's on the phone. What was his name again...? Oh, yeah, Joey."

Immediately, I got up and grabbed the phone when I heard his alias. Joey for Joseph, like his middle name.

"Lori, out." I demanded, nicely.

When the bathroom was cleared, I took the phone in and shut the door.

"Angie?"

Oh, how I missed his real voice. "Hey, Michael."

"Gosh, it's good to hear your voice, baby."

I giggled, "I was just thinking the same thing. How are you?"

"Exhausted. Rehearsal kicked my butt today..."

He kept telling me about his day. The rest of his week, really. We haven't talked in almost five days because he was busy.

After our beautiful night together, he called me. We talked for hours.

It soon turned into a habit, and he called almost every other day.

No matter what he had going on, he made sure to call just to tell me how he was doing and of course I did, too.

And it seemed to be turning into something more than just innocent conversation.

He even started calling me by my nickname not too long ago, while adding 'baby' here and there.

"...And New York was great. But I need a break."

"You should take one," I bit my lip. "Maybe come see me..."

"Maybe..." he chuckled deeply.

"I miss you."

"I miss you too, Angela."

I was about to tell him how much I actually needed him, because I did. More than I could comprehend.

But a knock on the door interrupted me.

"Ange, I gotta finish up!" Lori said.

"Sounds like you gotta go," Michael sighed loudly. "I'm gonna call you later, okay, baby?"

"Please. I'm gonna have a lonely night if you don't. The girls are off to a party soon." I told him.

"Oh? Then I promise to call."

I smiled, playing with the phone cord. "And you always keep your promises."

He finished the call with a simple 'Bye, baby.' before hanging up.

"You sure you don't wanna come?" Julia asked when I came out of the bathroom. "It'll be fun! We'll get drunk, talk to hot boys..."

Lori snickered, "She doesn't care about hot boys anymore. Not since Joey. Where did you meet him, again?"