Creative «m•g•c»

II

A misty rain fell over Michael as he walked along the dampened sidewalk. He moseyed down the street in his color of choice, black, just like outer space, but with the exclusion of bright shining stars and orbiting planets to decorate the endless pitch black void. His hands were placed comfortably in the pockets of his warn out black jeans that held countless memories within their stitching, both good and bad.

He was on his way to Juliet Porter's house to start their dreaded English project Mrs. Canterbury so generously assigned them. He was hoping that he'd get there at the same time Calum did just so he could ovoid the awkwardness between him and her. But there was the other half of him that longed for alone time with the girl he's admired since the start of the first semester.

"Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three" he said aloud, finding Juliet's house by the address she had given him, underneath her joke of course which read 'P. Sherman forty two wallaby way Sydney' and ended in a hand drawn smiley face that made Michael giggle.

Before entering the white regal house with navy blue shutters and front door, vastly bigger than his own, he took a deep breath and calmed his mind. After gaining his courage he walked up the steps and knocked without thinking of who in the household might greet him at the door.

A few moments passed and the giant dark blue door opened slowly reviling to his surprise someone he knew. Not Juliet and not Calum, but someone he lived every day trying his hardest to ovoid, Luke Hemmings.

"Michael Clifford?" The blonde charismatic bully asked, just as shocked as Michael was.

His response was a gulp.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Luke asked, re-positioning himself to seem bigger and stronger, even though he already was.

"I-I" Michael stuttered with fear making Luke smile evilly all while playing with his lip ring people said he pierced himself.

"You-you" he teased with a laugh, crossing his arms with satisfaction.

"Luke? Who's at the door?" Michael heard Juliet's sweet sounding voice ask, her footsteps becoming louder signifying she was coming to his rescue at the front porch.

"Ah, no one babe" Luke replied trying to close the door in Michael's face.

Juliet pushed passed him though, opening the door wider to see Michael and give him a smile "oh hey!" She greeted him enthusiastically.

Michael's face melted into a senseless grin at the sight of her "hey" he replied quietly, feeling himself turn red and start to sweat.

"You can come inside, Luke was just leaving" Juliet said, giving Luke a friendly nudge out the door.

"Oh come on babe" he said stumbling onto the front porch "we were just getting to the good part" he smirked biting his lip.

Juliet rolled her eyes "my names Juliet, not babe" she said with a strong womanly voice that Michael admired.

As he walked passed Luke to get inside he grabbed his arm "she's mine Clifford" Luke said with a strange threatening tone "unless you want a repeat of two weeks ago" he added manically.

Michael's mind managed to pull out the terrifying memory from deep within its chambers. It was released like black smoke filling the once purified air until everything in its sight was suffocating on it's deathly smog. He finally nodded and walked forward as Luke's grip on his arm loosened.

As Michael entered her house his nose was greeted with the sweet scent of a vanilla candle burning on their glossy black grand piano. He looked up the ceiling and noticed a shimmering chandelier hanging down in the middle of the house, he accidentally let an amazed "wow" slip away from his mouth.