Sweet Texan Melody (Completed.)

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It seemed as though my word had slapped him. I was just waiting to be harmed, but I opened my eyes and he looked away, almost in shame.

"I was drunk..." He said quietly.

"Michael, I'm sorry." I apologized, mentally slapping myself as my arms snaked around his waist, embracing him into a hug. "I didn't mean to say that. I just, I just don't like being accused of things I didn't do."

"No, no. It's cool." He mumbled, "I uh, I just don't like the way he looks at you. He seems like a groovy guy, but I ain't the kind of guy that likes to share."

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That night ended pretty quickly. I walked lazily upstairs and into my room, locking the door and jumping on my bed, pulling the covers over me as my hands reached over to grab a pillow. The satin sheets wrapped around my legs and I imagined those were Mike's finger tips running down my legs. Everything he did was perfect, as though he had done it for years and finally mastered the art of touching and seducing anyone who crossed his path. I thought and thought about him.

How those brown orbs looked at me; you could tell he blurred everything that was surrounding him and only focused on me. And when I looked back at him, I swear I could see a flame in his eyes, gently burning and melting me like candle wax. Don't ask me how he did it, maybe he was just born with it.

I thought about his smile and how rarely he actually did it. He was always so serious and too focused in his own thoughts to actually live in the moment and find a reason to smile. It's like inside his mind he had a thousand worlds, and those worlds had ideas and just endless skies of thoughts. The more I thought about him, the more confused I became.

I glanced at my clock

3:21 am

I picked up the phone and sat up a bit, dialing his number and waiting for him to pick up. Soon, the drawl invaded my ear and I smiled.

"You couldn't sleep too?" He asked before he had cleared his throat.

"I think my mind has better things to do than to rest," I said softly, twirling the telephone chord around my finger.

"My mind is too busy thinking and thinking, and thinking some more."

"What do you think about?" I asked gently.

"Everything and nothing. I think about my uh, childhood and fame."

"Do you ever think about me?"

"I do, and a lot."

"What is it that you think about me?"

"I don't know. I think about if we'll be together later on in the future. I mean, there are possibilities of something happening and just ruining everything, don't you think?"

"Yes, but why focus on that? Don't you ever just close your eyes and enjoy everything as it comes?" I asked, biting my lips softly.

"I do, but then reality hits and I can't help but to just think about what can happen."

"Things always happen for the best, and if it not meant to be, there must be a reason." I answered, trying to soothe his thoughts.

"You are my best." He replied, making each butterfly in my stomach fly without control. He is so good at it.
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The next morning I was awoken by the annoying sound of my clock, crying out loud and forcing me to wake up. I disliked school more than anything in the world; the teachers, the food, the students and the helpers, and let's not forget the annoying office ladies who talked more than any other people I've ever met.

I put my hair up in a ponytail before I walked to my drawer and took out my uniform, I actually liked the way it looked. I slid on the black skirt and tucked in the long-sleeved shirt inside my skirt. Minuets went by and I had finally finished fixing myself, adding a bit of make up before I ran out the door with my school bag.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, smiling at the welcoming grin of Susan. "I made breakfast," She said, grinning sweetly before setting scrambled eggs, bacon and a few pancakes on my plate.

"Thanks, Susie. Hey, where's father?" I asked before sticking a piece of bacon in my mouth.

"He didn't tell you? He'll be out until Saturday."

Today was Thursday...three days without dad.

"Really? Well, if he calls tell him he should've told me! He can't just leave without telling me." I said, rolling my eyes before digging in my food.

"I'm sorry dear, he was running late and it was all unexpected." She walked over to me and kissed the top of my head before taking her cup of wine and walking upstairs. No wonder she was acting all sweet.

I finished off my food and washed my plate, grabbed my glass of orange juice and ran outside to meet my friend Janis who was waiting for me. "Why don't you knock?" I asked as we walked down the sidewalk.

"Because I know you'll be running out of there. Remember last time I came I was about to knock and then you opened the door and ran out and we both fell on the mud? Then I had to walk home and change my clothes. We were late at school and got detention because of it." She reminded me as she put her hair up in a ponytail. I chuckled softly and let my hair down, letting the blonde curls flow free with the breeze.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about it." I replied, letting out a soft chuckle.

"Why did you bring your orange juice?"

"Because I am thirsty."

"But it's a glass cup."

"I'll put it in my bag, don't worry." I replied, taking a sip of the Orange juice.

Seconds later I heard a car pull over. I turned around and saw my favorite texan sticking his head out the window, "Excuse me ma'am." He drawled, emphasizing his texan accent.

My friend Janis rose a brow and then spoke, "Oh my, is that Mike Nesmith?" She asked quietly.

I nodded before finishing the rest of my juice. I walked over to her car, "What do you want?" I asked, leaning against his car.

"I want you to get in."

"Oh, you're going to kidnap me?"

"It's not kidnap if you don't refuse."

"Hm, I've seen this in movies. It's no good."

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Finally updated! Ugh, I've been busy lately and the inspiration comes and goes. Thank you for voting, commenting, and being patient! 🌻