R Y A N
"You will never believe who lives next door to me." I tell my mom over the phone.
"Who?"
"Michael,"
"No way!" She gasps.
"And I've pretty much been spending the past two weeks with him. He's going through a lot and I feel responsible for some reason," I vent.
Something I'm really thankful for is my relationship with my mom. She's always been by my side and hears me out when I need someone to talk to. I was never really good at making friends, so I'm glad I have my mom.
We talk for a few more minutes before she hangs up to go back to work.
Right when I'm about to pour myself a glass of wine and turn on some Real Housewives, (my usual Wednesday evening ritual) someone knocks at my door.
I slam the wine bottle down on the kitchen counter before going to open the door.
No one is standing there, but there is a box sitting right in front of my door. I go to pick it up and set it on the island in my kitchen.
There isn't a name on it, but I open it anyway.
In the box is all of my favorite things; The School of Rock DVD, Panic! At the Disco's new album, Wavy Lays chips, Halo 3, and two tickets to see Panic! At the Disco and Weezer in Mountain View.
After seeing all the items in here I want to cry. Who knew about all these things that I liked? Who the hell bought me tickets to see my favorite band on tour?
As I look at the box more I find a card peeking out from under all the items.
I open it up and see a lot of hand writing.
Ryan,
Thank you for helping me these past few weeks. I got you some of your favorite things and I hope you aren't busy July 31st because we're going to Mountain View to see Panic! & Weezer!
Thanks for everything, it means the world.
Love,
Mikey.
I just want to burst out in tears. Michael is such a kind hearted person and I can't believe he did all of this for me.
Instead of standing in my kitchen close to bursting into tears, I decide to walk over to his apartment to thank him.
After I knock on the door and sway back and forth as I wait for someone to answer, Michael opens the door.
I immediately wrap my arms around his body, hugging him tightly.
"Thank you," I sigh into his chest.
He soon wraps his arms around me too, setting his chin on the top of my head.
"Thank you. You are amazing for dealing with me these past few weeks because I'm not the easiest to handle," he rubs my back, still holding onto me.
"I handled you for five months, I'm pretty sure I can handle you for a few weeks," I joke, letting go of him.
He laughs awkwardly, fixing his hair the way he always does; shaking the crown of his head before straightening out his fringe and tucking it to the side of his face.
"Hey, while you're here can I ask for a favor?" He asks me.
"What's up?"
"I'm tired of my hair, so I wanted your input on the new color,"
"Let me take you to the store. We can pick out a color and I can dye your hair when we get back," I suggest.
"Great idea! I'm tired of having stained hands all the time,"
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