A Selfish Kind Of Love

Tension

~Michael's POV

Rayne and I sat in my living room after our little breakfast date, curled together on the couch. I run my fingers through her hair softly as her head lays on my chest. Today had been pretty quiet, so I knew something was on her mind.

"Does it hurt?" She asks, examining my now spotted fingers.

"Does what hurt?" I ask.

"The viti- vetil-"

"vitiligo?" I chuckle. "Yeah.." "No, it doesn't hurt. It just bothers me."

"Is it only on your hands?"

"No, it's everywhere... On my legs, my arms, my face.." I say somberly. She frowns looking up at me. "I don't see it on your face." She licks her thumb running it across my cheek, a smudge of light brown make up showing on her thumb, revealing a lighter spot on my cheek. "You don't need make up Mike." She says sweetly. She has no idea how I feel about myself. I've never wanted a pity party for any problem in my life, so I keep my self bottled up. I'm a public figure, I can't just break down.

"How long has this been happening?" She asks.
"Since I was 21.." Her mouth widens, as she stares up at me again. "Why didn't you tell me?" She says slapping my chest. I shrug. "I don't know. I don't know how you'd feel if you knew your boyfriend was 'turning white'."

"I'd still love you if you were turning blue.." She says softly. I feel her warm lips peck my cheek. "So you do still love me." I smirk. "Of course I do. But I need time to get over what happened."

I nod and flip the channel, catching my new short film "Bad" on TV. "What song is this?" She asks. My eyebrows knit together, "seriously?" I chortle. "What?, I did hate you for a little while..." She says, her cute little voice making me laugh. "You just said you loved me!"

She stops and thinks, "I loved you and hated you. It was mixed." We look at each other for a few moments before bursting into fits of laughter.

~Rayne's POV

I had yet to tell my dad about me going to New York with Michael in four days. Today was that day. I decided to take my father out for lunch and hoped things went smoothly.

"So.." I drag out. It felt like the words were trying to stop themselves from coming out of my mouth. I was more interested in how he felt. "So?" My dad echoed.

"I'm going on a trip.."

"Are you?" He responds, his eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, to New York, in four days.. With Michael." I say, my eyes trailing to my feet. My dad was quiet for a while, waiting for my eyes to meet his again. His lips pursed holding back a grin. "Why?" He asked. I sigh, I convinced myself that this trip was just for me to support Michael but I knew what it was for. I can't lie to my father.

"Well, he invited me. He wants to make up for what he did, and I am willing to listen to what he has to say.." I explain. My father releases a sigh, "if that's what you wanna do kid... Just be careful with your feelings."

"I know."

"Don't let how you feel about him, change who you've become without him."

"I know daddy..." I say. I know my father was worried, I was really hurt when Michael left and he saw the most of that. He says he doesn't hold anything against Michael but I know there's some grudge there.