Diana

Should I Be Sad?

Michael's Point Of View

I have Felicia over my shoulder I carry her up to my room. Right now she struggling to get out of my arms. I keep heading up the stairs to my room, I push the door open I walk in and throw her on the bed.

"What the hell Michael!" she try's to get up and walk out but I push her back away from the door and shut and lock the door.

"No stay go back and sit down we need to talk."

"Michael we don't need to talk about anything" she says trying to push pass me.

"SIT DOWNN FELICIA!" she looks at me a little annoyed and a worried expression. She sits down cris cross apple sauce against the head board with her arms crossed. I sit in front of her.

"Felicia I know you like me but I'm sorry I just don't feel that way about you. I only see you as a friend and you can't walk around acting mad and having an attitudes."

"What attitudes aren't your type either."

"Felicia shut up."

"NO YOU SHUT UP." I look at her disgustingly.

"You really need to grow up sweetheart." she rolls her eyes and gets up so I hurry up and get up and hold her back.

"I'm not finished."

"I really don't care, ok? Just please leave me alone." I see a little bit of tears in her eyes.

"Just listen, we can still be friends and have fun and hang out. I know it's a little awkward because we both know you like me. And you can still stay here with me."

She nods her head and I see she is a little heartbroken. So I give her a hug,she hugs me back a little. I smile and break the hug, she's not smiling of course. She walks pass me and I hear her slam her door.

Wow why does she always have to have an attitude in every situation. When we were younger she was more understanding and able to talk to.

Felicia's Point Of View

I walk away and slam my door, I lean up against it and slide down it. Maybe the little fuck head is right, I shouldn't have an attitude and stuff...blah blah whatever. I get up maybe I should get out and get my mind off things.