Shades of Gray ♡ Michael Nesmith

Chapter 7

                 

"You're a great kisser." Mike smirked and chuckled resting his hand on my knee. My eyes were wide and I was so scared. I stood up and grabbed my jacket shaking my head.

            "This was wrong Michael, we shouldn't have done that. Phyllis would be heartbroken if she found out that we kissed and I would lose my first friend." I rushed out shaking my head watching the disappointment fill Michael's eyes.

            "So you don't like my like that?" He asked his voice thick with sadness. "Phyllis doesn't kiss me like that Natalie... I'm pretty sure she went to New York to have an affair or something." My eyes then widened and I backed up even more shaking my head.

            "You're just using me to get back at Phyllis aren't you?!" I demanded and felt tears brimming in my eyes causing my vision to blur as I tried to search for the doorknob. He shot up shaking his head and trying to rush to me.

            "No! It's not like that!" He said shaking his head and trying to grab my hands and keep me in the room. He was too slow though and I quickly shut the door running down the hall the tears finally spilling down. It was pouring out, but I had to get home and I couldn't go back in there asking him for a ride home because then I would look like an idiot. I just walked down the street the hood of my coat pulled up all the way and walking fast.

Michael's P.O.V

            That was the stupidest move I had ever made. Rushing out to her and telling her that I thought my wife was having an affair and making it sound like I was using her to get back at Phyllis for something that I couldn't prove. I sat down on the couch and noticed her hat sitting next to me. My body was numb as I slowly picked up the hat and brought it to my nose. The beautiful smell of her shampoo was a smell that smelt like home and something I wanted to grow to know and grow old with. I couldn't explain the feelings that I had when I saw her, or when she was cuddled up to Davy. I wanted to spend forever knowing her and be the one cuddling her whenever I wanted. Now I had lost her because I was an idiot saying something to her.

            I quickly pulled the hat away from my face as Micky walked in completely confused by my actions. "Er, why do you have a wool hat, that isn't yours pressed to your face?" He questioned. I looked at the hat like I didn't realize.

            "Oh this isn't mine? Must be Natalie's, she was just here." I said looking at it longingly and sadly running my thumb along the fabric. Mick noticed and raised an eyebrow looking at me.

            "Mike? Did something happen with you and Natalie?" He asked sitting down next to me. I nodded slowly and looked at him with dark, sad eyes.

            "I kissed Natalie because I like her a lot, and Phyllis went to New York I think to meet up with the guy she had been on the phone with a lot and I told Natalie. I said it in the wrong way and she freaked out thinking that I was only kissing her because was trying to get back at Phyllis by starting an affair with her. She got upset and I tried to stop her from leaving, but it didn't work." I explained shutting my eyes. I was knocked to the side by Micky's hand clutching the hat close to my chest not planning on letting go of it.

            "You're just so stupid Michael! You can't say that to a girl you barely know. You don't even know if she likes you. Do you?" He questioned furrowing his eyebrows. I slowly shook my head my eyes blurring with tears once more. I swallowed hard to push them away as a lump in my throat appeared. I just lay there staring at the wall.

            "I just love her Mick..." I whispered sadly looking at him. "She probably hates me now and thinks I'm some short of man whore who's just looking for a good time with a young girl. She's 16 and I'm 23..." I rambled and looked at the hat. "I need her in my life!" I just let it go and covered my face with her hat crying and shaking. I realized I was a broken man when I hurt Natalie. It hurt me to hurt her. I felt my friend's hand placed on my shoulder squeezing gently and rubbing my arm slowly.