Water Tower

Chapter 36

"Michael, you need to take your medicine." I say.

"No! It makes me sick." He says.

"That means it's making you better." I say.

"No it doesn't. Medicine is suppose to make you feel good, not like shit." He says. 

"Just take it please." I beg.

"Fine." He says, snatching the pill out of my hand.

"Thank you." He swallows it. 

"Done. See." He says, sticking his tongue out.

"Lift your tongue." I say.

"No." He says.

"God, Michael, please just take the damn medicine!" I yell.

"Damn it!" He says, throwing his glass cup, full of water at the wall. It shatters, sending water and glass flying everywhere.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT, MICHAEL!?!?!" I yell.

"I CAN'T DO SHIT! YOU KEEP YELLING AT ME!" He yells.

"CAUSE YOU WON'T TAKE YOUR FUCKING MEDICINE WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO AND I'M GETTING SICK AND TIRED OF IT!" I yell, getting up to pick of the glass. During my mad rage and cleaning up the glass, I managed to get a piece of glass in my hand. "Fuck!" I say, grabbing my hand.

"What is it?" Michael asks, with a huff tone.

"Nothing." I say.

"Amanda, did you get glass in you hand?" He asks.

"Yes, I did." I say, heading towards the door.

"Come back here. I can get it out." He says.

"No it's fine." I say.

"Please, I don't know why, but I love picking glass out." He say, reaching over and getting tweezers.

"Why?" I ask, walking back over to him.

"I don't know. It's like when we were little. You use to get glass in you hand about once a week and I would pick it out. I think it's like your obsession with getting knots out of necklaces." He says, grabbing my hand.

"I remember that." I say.

"Okay, shush. I need absolute silence." He says.

"Sorry." I say. We don't talk while Michael is trying to pick the glass out. I sit there and watch Michael, concentrated on my hand and the glass. I switch my glances from my hand to Michael's face. He lifts up his head, a smile on his face.

"Do you mind?" He laughs.

"What do you mean?" I smile.

"You're kind of starring at me and it's hard to not kiss you right now." He smiles, putting his head back down and trying to get the glass out. Soon, he sets the tweezers down. "Done."

"Thank you." I say. 

"Welcome. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I shouldn't have threw that cup too." He says, putting his head down.

"I'm sorry I'm being bossy. I just want you to get better Michael." I say, lifting his head up to look at me. "Please, just start taking your medicine. You'll get better soon Michael." I say, pecking his lips.

"I will. I promise." He smiles, grabbing my face and crashing out lips together. 

"Sorry, should I come back later?" Luke's voice breaks through, causing us to pulling away.

"Damn it, Luke. You're such a cockblock!" Michael says.

"Damn, my bad. I'll get leave you guys to it. Wait, why is there glass on the floor? Did it get that rough?" Luke asks.

"Yes." Michael says.

"No." I say.

"Uhm, I'm just going to leave." Luke says, backing out of the door and closing it.

"I knew that would get him to leave." He says, leaning in.

"I really need to get that glass up before you or I step on it." I say, getting up and start picking it up and cleaning up the water. I dump it in the garbage.

"Did you get it?" He asks.

"Yeah." I say.

"Would you come lay down with me?" He asks me.

"Uhm, yeah sure." I say, going over, pulling the covers and laying down. I feel Michael's arms wrap around me. 

"I know I don't say this much, but I love you, Amanda." He says.

"I love you too, Michael." I say, hesitant, but he doesn't notice. We lay there in silence, until both of us drift off to sleep.