Insomniac

Michael

☽m.3☾

"Dab. Dab? Dab not rub she said. I'm so sorry, she said," I muttered angrily as I stood in the restroom looking myself in the mirror. I now officially looked like I peed myself all thanks to her.

Stupid, clumsily adorable waitress.

There was no automatic hand dryer here considering the place was probably founded around the same time as planet earth itself. So here I was stuck at a diner at-- what time was it? Twelve sixteen-- twelve sixteen reeking of coffee and standing around in cold wet pants.

At least there's no one here to witness you looking like this. This thought consoled me as I waddled uncomfortably back to my booth. I picked up the sopping papers I had been working on and discarded of them with a clenched jaw. Hours of homework put to waste because of her carelessness.

But when she returned with my new cup, still looking peeved about my snide remark I knew I couldn't stay mad at her. I knew why I was mad at her, or anything at her. All of my emotions were at a high around her, and it was only a couple days. When I was mad I was incredibly mad. When I was happy, I felt insanely happy. And it was all because of those damn eyes. They made me mad. Not to mention that they were the very definition of bedroom eyes, sorta like a girl I once knew.

When I was stuck in her gaze I felt like I was on fire, and I hadn't felt like that in a long time. Maybe it was just cause she was pissed at me though...

Yeah, that was it. But either way once she slid the cup in front of me and crossed her arms with a tense, "Anything else?" I knew I wasn't mad anymore.

"Yeah actually."

I heard her sigh quietly, and looked up to see her shrug at me as if asking me what I wanted.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot, and make all this quick, I need to get going."

I nodded at the booth hoping she'd get it and sit down with me.

"I'm good standing," she crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows.

I pursed my lips slightly frustrated by her utter stubbornness, but decided to at least try to make conversation, "Look... uh, I'm sorry for being a jerk earlier. I just-- rough day, and... but anyway I shouldn't have been an asswipe. Sorry."

She regarded me through her eyelashes, nodded once and walk away. I swore as I watched her retreating back for the umpteenth time. I tried not to watch as she loosened her braided ponytail, or as she undid her apron and stod on her tip-toes to hang it up. She must have thought I was so creepy, but I couldn't help it.

I bowed my head finally looking away but only after she disappeared into the kitchen. It had to be around quarter to one now. Glancing at the clock above the jukebox I affirmed that my own internal clock was correct. I had hours to kill. Might as well get going. I shoved the few unscathed papers, and my textbook shoved them into my bag haphazardly and closed in up before swinging it onto my back.

"Hey wait!" she emerged from the kitchen with a small tote, and donning a light jacket and a beanie. Her hair cascaded out from under the hat swinging down to her tiny waist, wisps floating about her face.

"Uh," I blinked, "What?"

She scurried over to me and I looked down from my six two height as she said, "You didn't pay the bill."

She shoved the check at me and I quickly fished some crumpled up bills out of my pocket, "Here."

She grabbed it and went to go put it away in the cash register before turning out the lights and joining me where I now was outside. I was tempted to stand by her side and wait for her for some reason, but I knew she wouldn't be fond of that. Plus I had a lot of things to do.

I had been drowning in schoolwork completely backed up and on the verge of being kicked out of school. Sitting around ogling my annoyingly cute waitress was the last thing I should be doing. But somehow sitting there, doing that made me forget about all the trouble I was swept up in. Which was a big task in itself, since I was in a whirlwind of trouble.

I unlocked the door to my Subaru Outback, threw my bag across the glove compartment, into the passenger seat, and slid in. I had just started the car and was about to drive away when I caught her dark silhouette walking briskly. Scanning the dark parking lot my eyes rested on the small motor bike under the lantern farthest from the diner.

I decided I should make sure she got there safely seeing as this was a dark and desolate place at midnight. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, I told myself.

She swung a leg over the bike, put on her helmet and peeled away.

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A/N: Ok hey. How meh was this chapter? I'm still not sure about Michael's POV I feel like it ruins his mystique... Plus I'm not very good at writing it. Should I just cut it out or...? Idk. But I was really excited to post for you guys so I hope it wasn't a dissapointment or anything :P

Thanks again for the votes and the absolutely lovely feedback, you honestly don't even know how happy it makes me shfdfdggladh idek how to respond sometimes lol but "thank you" doesn't cut it half the time (:

Keep the votes and comments coming! And if you wouldn't mind can we show some love to my other story Swept Away? I just yesterday posted a really intense chapter-- well important chapter lol so yeah links in the external

Dedicated to my dear Molly because she encourgaed me to continue with this piece when I didn't think I should. Go check out her story Silk! She's got mad reads, but I'm sure she'd love some more votes and feedback too! (:

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BTW THIS IS UNEDITED. So if you see any glaring mistakes just let me know (:

~luckyon3 aka Sarah

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