Water Tower

Chapter 25

"Why are we in separate rooms?" Michael says, coming into my room and flopping down on my bed.

"I don't know, we're not dating, so why should we be in the same room?" I said, looking through my drawers, looking at the thins I left behind.

"Amanda! We're working on that." He says, "I'm going to sneak in here at night." 

"No you're not Michael." I say.

"Yes I am." He says, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You're so difficult." I say, throwing my hands up. I just need to remind myself to lock my bedroom door before I go to sleep. 

Soon, there is a knock on the door. My Mom stuck her head through the door. "Dinners ready."

"Alright, we'll be out there in a minute." I said, jumping up off the bed and heading over to my Mom.

"Alright." She says, walking back out and closing the door behind her.

"You can tell she's trying." Michael says.

"Yeah. She never made dinner when I was living here." I say, laying my head on the pillow.

"What actually happened to her after her and your dad divorced?" Michael asks.

"She went down hill." I say. "The first few years here was alright. Little bumps here and there. Then it went to shit." 

"How bad?" He asks.

"Let's just say, my Mom use to sleep with any guys that I had over, just to get drugs or alcohol. She told me she never actually did drugs, but I found some before. That's why I went ape shit on you." I say.

"I'm honestly glad you did. I needed the reality check, Amanda." He says, rubbing my arm.

"I'm glad I gave you a reality check. Who knows what would've have happened to you, Michael." I say.

"I'm better and I'm here. Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere." He says, winking at me. I notice he leans in over closer to me. 

"We better go get our dinner before it gets cold." I say, jumping off the bed, laughing, and going to the door, leaving Michael alone in my room. 

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"Goodnight you guys." My Mom says. "There is left over in the fridge in you guys get hungry in the middle of the night."

"Alright Mom. Goodnight." I say, going through the channels on the TV. My Mom walks into her room and closes the door behind her.

"Can you pick a damn channel already?" Michael asks.

"There is seriously nothing on." I say, still going through the channels.

"Just find something. Your channel surfing is making me sick." He says. I finally stop on a movie that I don't even know the name of. "This is stupid." Michael says after about 15 minutes into the movie.

"You told me to stop on something." I say, looking over at him.

"You could have picked something interesting." Michael says. I pick up one of the throw pillows and throw it at him. "Hey! What was that for?" 

"It's called a throw pillow. The name just says it all." I say, smiling. Michael picks up one and throws it back. 

"Well, two can play that game." Michael smirks. I pick the pillow up and throw it back at him.

"Bring it on Clifford." I smirk back. He throws a pillow back and I catch it, throwing it back. 

"That's not fair." He says once I had all the pillows with me.

"I think it is." I say, throwing one and going over to Michael and hitting him with the other pillow.

"Stop!" He says while laughing. Soon I feel his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me down on top of him. He holds a tight grip on me, causing not to move from his grip. "Oh how the tables turn baby." 

"You suck." I smile.

"I don't suck, you suck." He says, a smile coming to his lips. I look up into his eyes and get lost in them. I can't think of any and it felt like I had no control over my movements. Soon I feel Michael's lips on mine. I know it sounds cliche, but it honestly felt like time stopped. It felt like nothing really mattered anymore. The past was what it was, the past. 

Soon Michael pulls away. "Wow." 

"Yeah." I say. 

"I wouldn't mind to do that again." He says.

"I've got to go to bed." I say quickly. I push myself off of him.

"Amanda." He says, grabbing my arm.

"Michael. I'm serious. I need to go to bed." I say. I lean up to him and give him another kiss. I turn around and walk into my room.

Not locking the door.