Broken

Chapter Eleven

(Marlo)

The sunlight hits my face, forcing me to open my eyes. I begin to sit up and look around.

'How did I get in my room?' I wonder, looking down, I spot Micheal laying in a couple of blankets on the ground.

"Oh" I mumble. I roll off my bed, and walk downstairs into the kitchen. I grab the pancake mix, and start cooking some pancakes.

The aroma travels throughout the house, because I hear feet shuffling towards the kitchen entry way.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty" I tease, flipping pancakes onto a red plate.

"Morning" Micheal grumbles, taking a seat on a stool. 'Still not a morning person.' I chuckle to myself.

"I made coffee" I announce, pouring more batter onto the skillet.

Micheal grin. "Good morning! Today is a good day. How are you? I'm doing great," Micheal babbles, walking over to the coffee machine.

"Pancakes are done" I announce, picking up the plate which has a tower of pancakes, setting it down on the countertop. "Let's eat" I exclaim.

Micheal chuckles, and we start eating. We talk about random things, and laugh at jokes and old memories.

We hear the front door open, and Mom walks in. "Marlo did you ha-. Oh, hello, wait. Micheal?" Mom says, flabbergasted. (Hehe. Fun word. Back to the story)

"It's good to see you again, Mrs. Grenfewl" Micheal replies, smiling sweetly.

"It's wonderful to see you too" Mom answers, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's been awhile. What happened" she asks.

Micheal looks at me, then to Mom. "I've been really busy with school, and me dad passed away, so I had to get a part-time job at night" he proclaims.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. He is in a better place now. And if you need some help at all, just ask" mom states. Micheal nods, then begins to eat again.

I clear my throat, catching Mom's attention, and I shake my head. Mom nods, and takes her hand off of Micheal's shoulder.

"I need to go now. I have a business meeting in an hour. I love you" Mom sighs, kissing my forehead, then walks out the front door, yet again.

"She hasn't changed a bit" micheal chuckles, his mouth full.

"Ew. Don't talk with food in your mouth" I gag. Micheal swallows his food, and mutters an apology.

"Good boy" I pat his head, then grab our plates, and place them in the sink m I walk back to my seat, and sit down.

"Now what?" Micheal asks, his head on the countertop.

"I don't know. Wanna watch a movie or something?" I offer, brushing my hair with my fingers.

"Sure" he agrees, standing up, and pours another cup of coffee, then strolls into the living room.

I follow him and spot a bowl of some kind of weird liquid. "What is that? I question, pointing to the bowl, my nose scrunching up.

"That's the ice cream from last night" Micheal states.

"Oh" I pick it up, and throw it out in the sink, fill the bowl with water to let it soak. I walk back into the living room to find Micheal laying on the couch.

"Hey! You're taking up whole couch. Where am I suppose to sit?" I ask, playfully scolding him, tapping my foot on the ground and crossing my arms.

"The floor" micheal yawns.

I sigh, then walk over to the couch, and sit on top of Micheal. I grab the remote, and turn on the television, changing channels.

"Get off of me" Micheal demands, trying to push me off.

"Him. Nope" I answer, the 'p' popping. I turn the channel to a music station, then sit criss-cross applesauce. Micheal turns to his side, and I summer salt on the floor. "Ow" I groan, rubbing my head, pouting.

"That's what you get for sitting on my chest" Micheal snickers, sitting up. He pats a seat next to him.

I smile and hop onto the couch. I turn up the music, and subconsciously begin to sing 7 Years.

"Once I was seven years old, my momma told me go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely. Once I was seven years old" I sing softly, not realizing a certain someone was staring at me in awe.

"Still a great singer" Micheal says, smiling sweetly.

"I guess" I reply, avoiding eye contact. We don't say anything, until I realize what time it is. "Oh God, it's one thirty! I'm still in my pajamas" I exclaim, jumping off the couch.

I was about to start walking, but Micheal grabs my wrists, and pulls me back to the couch.

"Oof" I gasp as Micheal wraps his arms around my waist, and his head in the crook of my neck.

"W-what are you doing?" I stutter, heat rising to my cheeks.

"You are now my teddy bear, and right now, we are going cuddle" Micheal announces, laughing afterwards.

"You're so cute" I begin, patting his cheek softly. "But I am not your teddy bear" I add sassily, walking up to my room.

I'm sorry. Its been so long since I have updated. But its summer, so I will make it up to you.
Thefamousmadhatter