Something's Changed [CANCELLED]

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

It was a warm, happy October evening. Alisha had thrown a Halloween party, and everyone was in costumes. Zombies, mermaids, princesses, football players, and the like. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. Michael-John and I were in a large circle, an empty root beer bottle in the middle. It was my turn to spin, and I spun it hard. It circled around and around and everyone watched in silence. Someone cleared their throat when the bottle landed. I looked up, and there sat Michael-John, blushing. I leaned forward, and he leaned forward too. Our lips brushed, and I closed my eyes. They lingered there, and zaps fired through my body. We both leaned back, and looked away embarrassed. I remembered being in a daydream the rest of the night, but it was gone the next day, and it almost was like it never happened.

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Michael-John put his hands on my shoulders and it instantly jolted me from my memories. How could I have forgotten? I looked up, and I could see how troubled and pained they were. "I'm sorry." I whispered, a tear forming at the edge of my eye. He breathed in and let it out slowly.

"I thought you liked me after that. I tried to get your attention for weeks. You hurt me..." he whispered quietly. He slipped his hands down to my hips, and I let him, gazing up into his eyes. "After I felt that kiss, I thought you must have liked me. I tried dressing my best, and doing everything to try to get you to notice me. It...Failed. He breathed, a small tear forming at the edge of his eyes. By the time he had finished talking, tears were streaming down mine. I tried to choke out a reply, but before I could, he pulled me to right next to his body. I felt his entire mussel, and he wrapped his arms around my back. I let my head rest on his chest, and when he pulled me away slightly, I looked up. He leaned down, and closed his eyes. I closed mine, and reached up. Soon, our lips met, and I breathed in the feelings. I don't know how long we stayed like that, but then he pulled away, and then pulled me back into him. Tears drew down my face as I realized I could have felt like this many times more. Laughing in the distance jolted us out of our daze. He jumped back, and his face was back to the angry, serious look. More tears streamed down, and jumped back. "Go." he whispered, nodding to where I was to go. "I won't tell." I nodded, and turned, racing off to my house.

It’s hard work you know, climbing a roof, blinded by tears. I lay curled in a ball, crying softly. After a little while, my tears dried up. I sat up, and grabbed a small piece of lamb jerky. I stuck it in my mouth, and chewed it slowly. It wasn't all that bad. I lay down again, chewing slowly. I curled into a ball again, and ate my small meal. I sat there for a long time, thinking of all the hell I've probably caused Michael-John. I'm not surprised that he would want to be my assassin. I laid there for a while again, small tears streaming down my face. The sun had finally set, and I think I fell asleep soon, but I was awoken to a soft hand on my shoulder. Sleepily, I looked up, and saw the soft face of Michael-John. "What?" I asked confused. How did he know I was here? Michael-John stroked my head soothingly.

"I saw you, after I punched Damion. I would never give you away." he said softly, lying down next to me. I flipped over to face him. "So... you won't shoot me?" I said shivering. His fingers traced my jaw with his finger.

"Never. Are you cold? You're shaking." he said inching closer.

"A little..." I whispered, yet another tear falling down my face. He moved forward even closer and my heart leapt.

"Here, let me warm you up." he took off his black jacket and covered it over me. I curled up into a ball, drawing myself closer to him.

"Why did you come here?" I murmur into his body.

"To make sure you're OK. Do you need food? I can bring you some tomorrow night." I weakly nodded my head. "Oh, and nice shot." he said sarcastically. I stiffened, and he quickly stroked my back. "Sorry." he whispered gently this time. I don't answer or move, so he continues stroking me. "Go to sleep. I'll be gone when you wake, but know I'll be watching out for you." I feel the erythematic stroking, and his even breathing. Soon, it was easy for me to go to sleep, and I fell into a weird comfortable, but dreary sleep. I wished he could stay with me... but at least I would be safer...

When I woke up to the bright light, Michael-John was still gone, but his jacket was still with me. With the black leather I knew it couldn't have been a dream. He really had been there. He really had visited me. I sighed, hugging his jacket. I took another thing of lamb jerky and chewed. I felt a ton safer with the thought of food coming tonight, and knowing I won't at least be shot by Michael-John whenever I had to go to the bathroom.

I waited all day long, rocking back and forth eating lamb jerky. I had to go and refill my water bottle twice, and then had to go to the bathroom. In between my rocking, eating, drinking, and peeing, I watched the patrols. They were getting more organized and smarter how to move. I saw Michael-John once, and he didn't even glance in my direction. 'Thank you...' I said as he slipped past. He looked freezing in his black tank top, but I felt warm with the feeling of his jacket on me, and knowing he once wore this every day. Around 7:00pm I started dozing off and on. It was hard to get a real minute of sleep knowing Michael-John was coming soon. I guess it soon became dark, and I had fallen asleep because Michael-John was lying next to me, stroking my hair. "Creeper." I mutter, turning over.

"I'm not the one stalking the patrols." he said, smirking.

"Stalking and being safe is dif-" I started to say, but was pulled closer to him and kissed. We lingered like that, for a while, then I pulled away. I don't say anything and curl up beside him. He put his strong arms around me and I take a deep breath. I look up at him, and kiss him again. He cupped the back of my head, and pulled me closer. We lay there kissing for a long while, and it was amazing.

When we finally pulled away; it felt as if I never wanted to move away. He gave me a tight squeeze again, and kissed my neck. A warm tingling ran down my spine to my toes. "I'm sorry for what I did to you..." I said, kissing his cheek. He kissed my neck again, and put his finger under my chin so I looked up at him.

"Forget about it. It's not your fault. Just forget about it and kiss me." I didn't say anything, just stretched up and kissed him. He fell to his back, and I draped myself over his chest. We broke away, and I rested my head there, listening to his heartbeat. He put his arms over me and hugged me closer and with his hand stroking my face. I dozed off to sleep, listening to his heartbeat and gentle breathing.