Insomniac

Michael

unedited

Time had slowed down to the point of being nauseatingly indolent. I held my breath as I watched the gears in her mind turn and work. 

I hadn't come to the diner the last few nights in a hopeless effort to prioritize and try to dig myself out from under all the catch up I had to play. However after two or three nights I was feeling undoubtedly drawn to this place for two reasons I can guess: the stellar pie and the waitress Sam. However I hadn't come to ask her out, but it seemed my mouth had a mind of it's own.

She squeezed her eyes shut seeming guilty and reluctant, which in my limited experience with girls-- should probably be considered a bad thing. She tilted her head up to the ceiling and in that moment I took a sec to admire her collarbones, and well-- her ample chest.

When she leveled her eyes at me I knew it was a no before the words even left her mouth.

"Sam?" I prodded, while scratching the back of my neck.

She looked taken aback as I uttered her name. She blinked, "You know my name?"

I realized then that I had seldom if ever used her name in the past week or so. I liked it. I liked how it was short and sweet as it rolled off my tongue. 

"Look," she sighed running a hand through her slightly damp hair. It was the first time I had seen it down and it was honestly mesmerizing, "It's really-- it's not you. I wouldn't mind going on a date or something with you--."

She was rambling cutely, "I'd actually probably, maybe like it? Cause you're not that bad. But uh... that's not the point... Point is... um the point is... uh-- yeah,  I have a boyfriend so....yeah."

I tried to school my expression into something impassive as she played with the hem of her tank top, a sliver of skin flashing every once in a while. I didn't know if she knew-- she had to know, she was totally teasing me as she bit her lip and did that think with her top. That made the rejection sting even more.

Although, she had said that she wouldn't mind going out with me. So what I could gather was, this boyfriend was the problem.

"It's cool, don't sweat it. I don't even know why I came out with that so bluntly," I shook my head. This was the truth, I had no clue what I was doing when I blurted that out. It came from left field. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, or anything."

She shrugged at me and reassured me with a small smile, "Nahh, it's fine."

I plopped down next to her on the radiator making sure not to get too overwhelmingly close. I may not effect her as she affected me, but I know the awkwardness from the last few minutes might be overwhelming. 

Conversationally I continued, "I mean you must be used to it," I watched somewhat satisfied at the blush that rose to her cheeks, as she pursed her lips, "Anyway, how long have you and this boyfriend been together?"

At this she smiled fondly, striking a chord of jealousy within me although I knew I didn't have much right to be jealous. I couldn't help it. Her relationship status was such a bummer...

"Well it'll be two years next week actually," she folded her legs up next to her and a full grin split her face, "I don't know what to do though. Like what to give him... I want it to be really special you know?"

I nodded giving her a hum of acknowledgment, letting her continue.

"I mean, what do guys even like?" she spoke animatedly and it made me smile, a real smile.

"All depends on the guy. Personally, I would probably ask my girlfriend of two years for a striptease or something..." I watched as her face contorted to shock, embarrassment and disgust within a few seconds.

"You are--

I grinned at her smugly, "Kidding. I was kidding."

She swatted me, her cheeks still flushed and simmering, "That was stupid Michael, I'm serious. I have no idea..."

I thought about it for a second. I hadn't recieved a gift for my birthday in a while... considering everyone always forgot... "Well, maybe a nice shirt. A watch... some music? Does he like music?"

She looked up at the cieling, pensive, "He likes... math, and well-- me. Hopefully."

"Hopefully?" I quirked an eyebrow.

"Uh yeah... he's been a little distant lately. That's why I wanna get him something great. Personal... and perfect honestly. But I do not want to have sex with him," she crossed her arms seeming somehow defiant.

At this I raised my eyebrows in question, "Really? And why not?"

"Don't you think that's a tad personal?"

I shrugged, honestly interested in her answer. I looked at her intently waiting for her answer, if she'd give it to me, "You brought it back up."

She rolled her eyes, her body language becoming quite casual, noncholant, "You'll probably think I'm a prude... but I don't want to give him my virginity."

I thought about it for a second, what did she want to wait for marriage? I almost scoffed at her innocence before I realized how strong she had to be to do that. I mean I'm pretty sure 99.9% of the male population would bed her in  a heartbeat. For her to resist even the person she was attracted to and the male she loved the most must have been hard.

"I actually... I'm impressed. It's pretty admirable," that didn't mean I didn't want to sleep with her though. But I was getting ahead of myself... When had I jumped from bantering with her to wanting to lay her? Wow. I had to get my mind out of he gutter.

"I'm sure you're just saying that. No guy is happy to hear that," she rolled her eyes at me and leaned back so her back was resting on the wall.

Truth was though, once upon a time when I still lived with my mom and went to church every Sunday, I would have totally respected that. I still did because of my Christian upbringing.

She shook her head, and hopped off of the radiator and sauntered to the stove, "Enough about my sex life-- or well-- lack there of. You hungry?"

"Famished."

Minutes later she was bustling around the kitchen flipping burgers and heating up pie whilst humming. I sat semi transfixed listening to her melodic voice carry notes long and smooth, riffs and runs accenting the melody. Watching as she stood at the stove, head bobbing to her song.

They say the key to a man's heart is their stomach and after smelling the mouth-watering aroma of those burgers crafted by her hands I knew I was a goner.

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A/N: Has it been forever or is it just me? It's been ten days I never update this infrequently, but school is coming back in like a week and honestly I'm already stressed. Everyone hates freshman. How shall I survive? Ugh. I'm super nervous, but despite myself still sorta excited idek.

Anyway how'd you like it? I know it's not super long or like some amazing chapter, but you know getting to know the characters. And yes, Sam is that girl. Prude you may say, but that's how I've written her character. Don't worry. That doesn't mean their won't be Smichael (Mam) just not anything too hot and heavy or dirty. Sorry if you're into that sorta thing lol

If you want fluff check out Swept Away btw cause I've reached the point in the book where the sexual tension between the characters is pretty much making them wanna explode. Or close to it.

So I hope you like this chapter and stuff thanks for the support, keep it coming! Votes, comments, add it to a reading list you know the deal.

Sorry for the hella long AN :P

~luckyon3 aka Sarah 

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