Broken

Chapter Ten

                     (Micheal)

Awkward silence decides to hangout with us, because neither one of us spoke. I shift my weight to my other side, the couching squeaking.

"Um, do you want to watch a movie or something?" Marlo asks, breaking the silence.

"Sure" I answer, crossing my leg over the other.

Marlo stands up and pops in a random movie, Race to Witch Mountain.

The movie starts, and I look over at Marlo, who is staring at the t.v. Her legs are up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs. Her hair is pulled to right shoulder, her face glows as the light hits her face.

I realize that I'm staying and look away, light pink dusting my cheeks. 'No, no, no. I am not. No!' I yell in my mind. I look over again, but this time Marlo turns away.

"This is just like old time, huh" she laughs softly.

"Ha, yeah" I chuckle. "Do you think we could be friends again?" I ask.

Marlo freezes at one word; friends. "Well, I mean. . . um," Marlo stutters. "Yes, no. I don't know, you left me, then hurt me over and over again. How do I know that you won't leave again?" Marlo questions, staring at the carpet.

I stay still, nothing was said. 'What do I say to that?' "I won't leave again. I made that mistake, and I never felt the same. I will never leave you again. I hope we can move past this one day" I answer, placing my hand on her shoulder. Marlo tenses up, but soon relaxes.

"Thank you" she whispers. I take my hand off her shoulder, let it fall onto my leg. I look at my phone, and it says it's eleven O' eight.

"It's getting late, I should probably get going now" I mumble.

"You can stay here; if you want" Marlo offers, Turing towards me.

I think about it for a moment before asking, "Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother. I mean today was busy and all."

"You won't be a bother, you're welcome to stay here" she replies. "Plus, my mom would  be so happy that I have a friends to stay the night" Marlo adds.

"Good point. Play, I'll stay" I reply.

"Good. You can sleep in my bed, and I'll sleep on the floor," she states, leaning against the couch.

"No, you have the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor" I counter.

Marlo sighs, then argues, "You are the guest, and I am the host, and I swear, you're sleeping in the bed."

"Swearing isnt nice" I laugh.

"Geesh, you're such a child" Marlo groans, smiling. She then gives me a playful shove.

I start to tickle her sides. She gasps, and begins to laugh. "Now, now. That wasn't very nice. I think you need to apologize," I smirk.

"I-I-I'm s-s-s-so-sorry" she laughs, and I stop.

She sits up and pouts, "Not fair."

"Oh no, I'm sowwy. Fowgive me" I plea in a baby voice.

"Him. I don't know" she begins. "I think the only way I can forgive you is if you get me ice cream."

"Okay" I agree. "To the kitchen!" I exclaim, running towards the kitchen. I open the freezer door, and grab a container of caramel fudge swirl ice cream, then scoop out four spoonfuls of ice cream into a bowl.

I walk into the living room to find a sleeping Marlo on the couch. I put the ice cream down, and I carefully place her arms around my neck, and pick her up.

Marlo subconsciously snuggles into my chest as I walk up the stairs, and into her room.

I lay her down on her bed gently. I pull the blankets up to her neck, then walk to the closet and grab some blankets and a pillow. I lay them out neatly, then lay down, and close my eyes.