Sanity Siphoned

Ch7: Friday Fantasized

Chapter 7

Normally on Friday's Julienne liked to spend her night in front of the TV catching up with shows she missed during the week. The last two Fridays prevented that and now she welcomed the boring mundane routine she started.

Her mom went out to meet a few friends for drinks that night. She was home alone, curled up in the living room with the television remote in one hand and a candy bar in the other. It was boring, Anna and her friends would probably die before being caught home on a Friday night but for Julienne it was peaceful and she wanted that more then anything.

She was half hour into a spy drama when someone rung the doorbell. She looked at the door as if she had never seen it before. Who could be behind it? She got up and answered the mystery.

Michael.

Damn it, before she could close the door he slipped inside. "Hi." He greeted and quickly kissed her. "You taste like chocolate."

Her heart raced and took her breath away. After a few tries she managed to say, "What are you doing here?"

"Did you think I had given up?"

"It's been two days."

"I was giving you time to miss me and I was doing a little planning."

He was planning and that worried her. "What do you mean?"

"I know your mom is out because she's with my mom. It'll be hours before they leave the bar. I want you to get changed and come with me." he grabbed her hand and started tugging her to her bedroom.

Her mouth gaped open and she didn't have a choice but to follow him. "Go where?"

"That's a surprise. I need you to trust me and I know that's asking a lot but I promise I'm not setting you up or anything. No evil clown is going to jump out and say 'gotcha' or something. This is just you and me and my attempt at trying to prove myself to you." He rambled.

She shook her head and tried to figure him out. It truly was a lost cause. "Anna, Maria, Cara, Janelle, Toni-"

"What about them?"

"All girls that would love you go out with you and anything else you want." She whispered while trying to avoid him at the same time. He looked different since he kissed her that very first time, he was suddenly gorgeous and those blue eyes made her heart do abnormal flip flops.

Instead of responding to that he opened her closet. "If it's in here I guess you're not totally opposed to wearing it, now we just have to find what 'it' is."

"Michael…."

He turned around and went to stand in front of her. "No, stop doing this. You haven't denied it. Yeah you keep trying to push me away and say this is a bad idea but you haven't denied wanting me." he wasn't giving her the chance to do so now either. He kissed her and put all his racing emotions into the kiss. It was hectic.

He pulled back long enough to take off the t-shirt that was two sizes too big used to conceal her figure. His hands moved up and down her arms, waist and down to her sweatpants next. He untied the drawstring and ended the kiss to help her get out of them. His eyes took her all in and became fixated with her underwear. They were a blue bikini cut with multi-colored stripes. The bra matched.

"I pegged you more as a boy shorts or briefs kinda gal." his eyes never moved. "I like these much better."

Julienne's face and neck were on fire with embarrassment, he was staring at her in underwear! Before she could come up with a plan to get out of this he was kissing her again.

"Will you come with me?" he asked again, his lips along her ear.

She nodded yes. Standing there in his arms with her mouth throbbing from his kiss she would've said yes to whatever he wanted.

"I'm going to go wait out there before I do something stupid." He left her alone to get dressed.

With wobbly knees Julienne walked over to her closet and sighed. What was she supposed to wear? She remembered what he had on; a pair of black slacks and a nice blue shirt that enhanced his eyes. The look he had on was far from casual.

She pushed through her selection of dresses, most of them hadn't been worn, and settled on the one that didn't make her feel completely out of her skin. It was a light lilac purple short sleeved dress with a full A line shirt falling to her knee. She combed her hair back and tied it into a ponytail. That's as good as it was getting.

She saw him sitting in the couch waiting for her. A wave of nerves crashed into her again. He'd probably be really offended if she turned back around and escaped though her bedroom window but she was seriously considering it.

He spotted her before she could turn around, he stood to reach her. "You look ready to vomit, that's always a good sign." He took both her hands between his. "You won't regret this I promise."

After writing a quick note to her mom explaining she went out and would be home later she followed Michael to his car. She stared out the window as he drove and tried not to appear as much of a wreck as she felt. She fantasized about lowering the window and flinging herself out of it, anything to escape this….date? Was this a date? She didn't even know but it meant spending time alone with Michael and that terrified her because of the things he made her feel.

As if sensing her mental freak out Michael reached over and grabbed her hand. "Do you want to talk about it?" she stayed silent. "I find it pretty strange you'll let me see you nearly naked but won't talk to me."

She mentally groaned. It was different, she let him see her in underwear and kiss her because his closeness broke down all the barriers she had, talking to him meant forming actual words and putting her hectic emotions out in the air. That was hard.

The car ride lasted another fifteen minutes with nothing up the radio to take up the silence in the air. Michael pulled into the parking lot of the local marina, went around her side of the car and opened the door. Michael Gregory a gentleman? She nearly laughed.

He took her hand and offered no explanation about why they were there. She wore flat closed toe sandals with her dress and was grateful she did as they boarded a boat called 'The Blue Angel.'

"My dad named it that after my mom, that's what he calls her because of her eyes." The same shade of blue was passed down to both her children.

"It's nice." A big smile broke out across his face to hear her voice. "Why is it such a big deal to you if I talk or not?" she asked next.

"Because I don't like seeing you as this fragile zombie that looks like a swift wind could turn her to dust. I want to see you react when something happens, I want to hear what you think and you have a great sense of humor you rarely use." He explained as they sat at the controls of the boat.

Julienne clenched her jaw and tried not to remember why she was like that. Why it was easier to check out and be nothing. "Can you drive this thing?"

Michael nodded softly to himself as he understood her desire to change the subject. "Yeah I'm taking us away from here, out there in the middle of the ocean nothing matters. It's peaceful and perfect for new beginnings."