Mickey Who?

†2† Mystery Man?

Chapter Two: Mystery Man?

Song for this chapter: "Dirty Little Secret" by the All American Rejects

          Gnawing lightly on my lower lip, I debated whether or not to open the thin envelope. My eyes locked onto the sticker that sealed the envelope. Thousands of thoughts flooded my mind, most of which were doubtful and anxious.

          What if this isn’t meant for me? But then again…what if is?

          This kind of silent argument went on in my mind for several minutes. And just when I made up my mind, someone lightly grabbed onto my shoulders and shook me out of my thoughts.

          “Miss me?” a cheer, familiar voice asked. At the sound of Heather’s voice, I turned around. “Hey, what’s that?” she inquired before I could even respond to her greeting. Her light blue eyes found its way to the envelope, tightly held within my hands.

            “I-It’s nothing,” I lied, hesitating for only a second. I quickly tucked the envelope into one of my back pockets.

          Heather stared at me suspiciously, noticing my nippy reply. “You sure?”

          I inclined my head in a single, stiff nod. “Positive.”

          “…Alright…if you say so,” she replied coolly, but her eyes continued to scan my face.

          I laughed awkwardly, trying to mask how uncomfortable I was. I didn’t know why I was lying to my best friend. Normally, I’d blurt it out, but for some odd reason, my gut was warning me not to tell her. And without realizing it, I listened.

          I tried to think of a different subject, so I inquired the first thing that popped into mind. “So, how was the bathroom?”

          “Really Ana? That’s seriously the best you could do at attempting to change the subject?” I leveled my eyes with a flat, clearly disappointed look from Heather.

          “I-I wasn’t changing the subject.” I lied, averting my eyes to the dark, red car that was currently passing through the foamy, colorful soap area. “I just heard they like use a cool foamy soap here in the bathroom. It like changes colors or something…” My voice trailed off as my lies became more and more unbelievable.

          I expected another look from Heather, but instead, her eyes lit up. “They do! They really do!”

          “Really?” I sputtered, clearly shocked and amazed at the same time.

          “No of course not. Who would make soap that changes colors?”  she said, shooting down my cheerful expression.

          A frown appeared on my mouth. I was slightly annoyed that I fell for her trick. Heather was great at acting; in fact, she was planning on majoring that for college. She had already been in about a million school plays (okay, maybe not that many), and I thought her acting was up to par with even some professional actors and actresses…but that was just my opinion.

         Shaking my head, I said. “You know that I hardly get excited for anything. And the one thing I wish they created, what do you do?” Without waiting for her reply, I continued. “You just mock me. Mean, Heather…that’s just mean.”

          She laughed, showing off all of her pearly white teen. “Yeah, yeah…who knows…maybe there will be a person who’ll make color changing soap in the future,” she replied, shrugging at me.