Captured || mgc

Seven

Veronica

9:54 PM 

It was that time and I think Ashton forgot all about us.

"I think he was out  partying or something..." Michael explained. He was looking out on the window, pacing back and forth and was hurriedly making contacts. I stood up from my chair, where I sat and was keenly observing him. 

"Michael, it's okay. We could just walk." I reached out to him and rubbed my palms on his forearms. He had taken off his jacket and he is going nuts about something that can be fixed easily. "Calm down."

"No, Ronnie, we can't walk from here to the house. It's like, 6 or 7 miles." He sighed and sat down.

I copied his actions and ran my hand across his fringe, "I'm okay with walking that long... as long as I got you as my company, I wouldn't mind."

He slowly lifted his gaze from the ground to my eyes and smiled warmly at me. I returned the gesture and he spoke, " Still, I'm not making you walk that far."

"Well, where do you plan we spend the night?" I raised my eyebrows playfully.

"Uh... there's a motel just 2 blocks from here. Are you okay with that? Or if you're uncomfortable, we could just stay here."

"I'm okay with that, Mike." I nodded and stood up. He did the same as he started to collect his keys and his denim jacket that rested on the booth. He smiled dearly at me and held out his hand.

"Come on. Let's get going before it gets too late." I smiled and intertwined my fingers with his.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hi, I'd like to book 2 rooms please." Michael muttered as he leaned against the concierge of the small motel lobby.

The lady peeked at me and Michael through her pointy glasses. She glanced at us distastefully--I figured because we disturbed her reading session--and fixated her eyes on the book she's reading once more. 

She cleared her throat, "Pablo! Someone's at the desk, would you mind attending to their needs?"

From the room at the back of the information desk came a much younger man with a protruding belly covered with a washed navy blue shirt and a seemingly dirty flannel. He looked quit Mexican, actually.

"Matilda, you're supposed to be the one attending to their needs. I'm fixing the broken water pipe in the bathroom." The guy, whom I supposed was Pablo, scratched his head and sighed exasperatedly. 

"But I am reading! I do not liked to be disturbed!" Matilda shouted at her partner. 

Pablo flipped her off, "Neh! Muy flojo..." He turned to us, plastering a smile across his lips. "What can I offer you today lovebirds, eh?"

"Oh! Uhm... no, sir. We're not actually lovers..." I explained hurriedly. The man chuckled and turned to Michael, who was smirking. 

"Yet, I suppose." Pablo interjected.

Michael laughed lightly, "We'll see when we will. But for now," Michael leaned against the counter and rested his chin against his fist. "We actually need 2 rooms.Do you think you can help us out with that, my friend?"

Pablo laughed, "Yeah, sure, sure, mi amigo. Let me just check the bookings..." He picked up a log book and searched, scanning the page with his eyes and his brows wee furrowed in concentration. He placed his pointer finger in between his lips, "Eh... seems we're 'gonna have some trouble, el naño. We only got a room left."

Michael's brows furrowed, "Really? Why is that?"

"Lo ves, mi amigo... there was a small-time country band that was touring recently. Apparently, they booked almost 10 rooms."

"Oh..." I muttered and Michael glanced at me. 

I knew he was asking me if I was alright with sharing a room with him. The truth is, I minded it. But at the same time, I kind of liked the idea of Michael being in the same room with me. I was having a self-brainstorm as I bit the insides of my lip.

"I can, uh, take the couch if you'd like." He offered kindly.

"Okay, then. I'm settling for that." I nodded and he smiled at me. He took the room and we were given the keys in no time. Michael thanked the guy and lead me to the stairs--apparently, this building only has 3 floors--and searched for our booked room. 

"Aha..." Michael inserted the door keys to room 193 and opened the maroon-colored door. 

It wasn't bad. The bed fits for 2 persons and there, indeed, was a couch. There was also a mini-kitchen and a stove, a small television and dining table. I clanged my sling bag to the coat hanger and made my way to the bed, suddenly feeling tired and sleepy. I yawned mindlessly as Michael hanged his denim jacket to the same coat hanger. 

"Are you sleepy, Ron?" He asked me

I nodded and lightly smiled at him. He returned the gesture and came over to me. He sat down beside me and I felt the bed dip. I ran my hand through my hair and glanced and Michael--who was looking at me like I'm some kind of gem. 

"Goodnight, Ronnie." He muttered as he grabbed my left hand. I grinned and bit my lip, feeling some churning in my stomach as he rubbed his thumb over my skin. 

He kissed the top of my palm and I looked at him intently as I felt those soft lips of his graze upon my skin. He gazed at me once more and I placed my right hand on his jaw, I pecked his cheek lightly and fixated my eyes upon him afterwards. 

"Goodnight, Mikey." 

He stood on his feet as he made his way to the couch. I started to remove my shoes and my plaid, occasionally stealing glances at Michael. He sat on the couch facing the door and he started to remove his top. My eyes widened as I immediately dipped my head against the pillow, pretending that the sight did not just make my blood rise to my cheeks. In my peripheral vision, I saw him stand and make his way to the door. For a second, I was afraid he'd leave me, but he only secured the latch on the door and turned his back, facing me. 

Awkwardly enough, he saw me staring at him. I bit the insides of my cheek as my pupils enlarged once more. I hastily faced the other way as heard him chuckle.

"Uh... I'm sorry. Goodnight Mike." I muttered, still not facing him.

I didn't hear anything but I did felt a figure hover above me, I moved my sight to see him smirking as he kissed my forehead. "Goodnight, babe."

He stepped away from the bed for the last time, and I still remember his milky-white skin, his biceps propped against the bed frame as he leaned down to kiss me goodnight.

My cheeks still hot, my smile just like a Cheshire cat and I swear that I don't know how will I be able to get down from this high. 

Yes I updated luv meh. 

Sorry, school has been ROUGH like my hair... which is undeniably rougher than a piece of a wood bark. 

Since school's almost finished, I'll be updating a lot more soon. Both books. :)