Insomnia

Five

I watched Michael fall into a deep sleep at around hour two. Not to sound creepy, or anything. He's so peaceful when he sleeps, but something tells me he doesn't get much of it. We hit a large bump in the road, and Michael jolted awake, earning a laugh from me. Michael rubbed his eyes, and smiled at me, eyes still tired.
"Did you sleep at all?" He asked groggily.
I shook my head and smiled. God he was cute. His hair was sticking up in the strangest places, and he had the tiniest bit of drool just below his lip. I giggled watching him stretch.
"How far away are we?" He asked the driver.
"Five minutes." The deep voice chauffeur answered. Michael nodded, arm outstretched around my shoulder.
"You know," He looked at me softly, "I don't have to go back to sleep when we get to my place. We can stay up and talk."
I instantly felt guilty. "No, no! You're tired. I don't wanna keep you up."
"You won't be keeping me up. Im willingly doing this." He smiled.
I sighed, feeling the same pressure in my head from earlier. I reach into my purse, feel around, and then I remember. Cassie has all of my medicine. My migraine pills, my antidepressants, and my sleep aids. "Fuck..." I mutter to myself, rummaging my purse to find any loose pills that might have fallen out.
"What's the matter, Vi?" Michael asked, a worried tone to his voice.
"N..Nothing just... Can't find my medicine." I quickly mentioned.
"Medicine?" He asked curiously.
"Migraine." I sighed, still feeling around.
"Oh. Well we can stop at the pharmacy." He said, now rubbing his thumb across my cold skin soothingly. I sighed, and nodded. Maybe they have my prescription medicine information. After all I've been to New York before. But that's a different story.

"Hello, Violet. Ready for your morning pills?"
"As always, Ms. G." I sighed, taking the pills, and drowning the water. I read her shirt as I did every morning.
"NYC Self Help Center- lifting people up when they're down!"
I sighed again, and walked out of my room and to the door that led to the backyard. I touched the window, and felt the heat from the sun. The light glowing, blinding my eyes. The warmth spreading throughout my veins, refreshing me. I don't belong here, I keep repeating to myself. But if I wasn't, I would be dead. But at this moment, I feel more stuck than ever.

After a long discussion about his publicity, Michael won the argument and it was decided that he would be coming into the 24 hour pharmacy with me. I slowly walked to the lady behind the counter, feeling a hooded presence behind me with jet black hair and sunglasses.
"Hello. I was wondering if you still had information on a Violet Davidson?" I asked the blonde lady behind the counter. The woman looked up, and her eyebrows rose high. "Violet?" She spoke softly. "H..How've you been?"
I took a closer look and the woman, and I had to keep myself from gasping. "Ms. G? Oh. I'm alright. Just forgot my medicine. I'm on a trip." I lied.
"Of course, Violet. It was nice to see you again. With a smile." She smiled, and left to go find medicine for me.

"Who was that?" Michael asked. Poor curious boy.
"Old friend." I told him.
"Wouldn't you call her by her first name if she were a friend?" He said, poking into my brain.
"I'll tell you some other time." I said, slightly annoyed. Ms. G came back, and handed me my bag with all my medicine, I paid, gave her a wave, and left, storming back outside.
Michael grabbed my arm, and faced me. "Hey," he said, pulling down his hood and taking off his sunglasses. "What's wrong, Violet."
I sighed, and looked down. He put his hand to my cheek, and rubbed it with his thumb softly. God, he was good at that. "I'm fine, Michael." I said, shaky.
He shook his head. "Bullshit." He muttered as he pressed his lips to mine. It seemed rougher, but it was passionate. It was needy, it was desperate, it was loving, it was anger, it was every emotion wrapped into one. Tears fell from my eyes, as he pulled away, and just kept his eyes closed, and lips touching, as did I. His eyes opened slightly, simultaneous with mine.
"I love you." Michael admitted.
"I love you too." I said, though a broken voice.