Tell Me Something Good

06

Karen tends to Mikes wounds while he sits on the sink in the bathroom.

"Mom, it was a little fight. Really, I'm ok." Karen shook her head, pouring rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball. The smell made Elevens nose shrivel up. She sat outside the bathroom, listening to every word tentatively.

"I'm just glad Eleven wasn't hurt." Karen says, dabbing the soaking cotton ball on Mikes injuries. He hissed in pain but only for a second.

"I tried to get Troy to go after me instead of her, mom." Karen shook her head and she did a single chuckle.

"You really will do anything for that girl won't you?" Mike kicked his dangling feet against the wooden frame of the sink.

"Yea mom...I like her, maybe love her" Karen gasped internally, but she understood. She can see it in Mike that he really did love her. Eleven bit her smiling lip from outside the bathroom door. The only think she could do was blush uncontrollably. Karen began to pet Mike.

"Michael, I'm not going to make her leave but I want you to know that nothing goes on in this house." Mike stitches his eyebrows together and thinks.

"I mean no sex." Mike nearly falls off the sink.

"Mom! What the hell im 15! I promise you that won't happen." Karen laughs at Mike. She has a good sense of humor, but she also means what she's saying.

"I just wanted to make things clear." She rubbed his hair one last time before leaving the bathroom to let Mike finish cleaning his wounds. Eleven didn't know what that word meant "sex," and why Mike freaked out when Karen said it. When Karen had left the bathroom, Eleven made her way in. She sat on the toilet with her knees to her chest. Mike leans over the sink, looking in the mirror wiping up the dry blood on his cheek. Eleven lifts her head.

"Mike?"

"Mhm?" His lips are between his teeth.

"What is 'sex'" Mike pauses completely. His heart pangs in his chest and he closes his eyes for a while. He doesn't want to explain this to her right now. 

"It's um, something people do to have kids" he tries to be as clean as possible.

"And it's bad?" She tilts her head.

"No, not necessarily. It's just...kids aren't supposed to do it." Mike is really hoping the questions will stop here. She just nods her head and lays her cheek back on her knees. Mike releases his tension and grips his shirt where his heart would be. He looks at himself in the mirror and mouths the words 'oh my god' to himself. He's relieved that that conversation was over. To avoid anymore questions being asked, he grabs Eleven and ushers her out of the bathroom. Mike shudders and thinks

This is going to be awkward at dinner.

Mikes POV.

We sit next to each other every night for dinner. But this time it was a little more awkward than usually. Midway through the meal, I accidentally placed my hand on Els' thigh; closer to her knee. I could practically hear the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She looked at me in her peripheral vision when she realized, I hadn't moved my hand off her thigh. It didn't feel wrong to me, but I don't know how she felt. She didn't seem to have an issue with it, and if she did she would have moved it. So I left it.

After dinner, I went down stairs to clean up. Of course, Eleven followed me. But I never have an issue with her following me. She sat on the couch and began to read a book. I started to fold the blankets when she closed the book loudly.

"Why did you do that?" I was a little scared to answer so I just stared at her.

"I never said I didn't like it." It was like she was reading my mind. She stood up and made her way over to me. But I kept backing up. Her words and her actions were contradictory. I stopped when I hit a wall.

"I watched another movie," I gulped hard "but this one was different." She crumpled my shirt in her fist and pulled me close to her. I could only make out one word before our lips met:

"Hot." She kissed me this time, and this one was intense but passionate. Our mouths moved together like a well put together dance routine. My hands were on her hips and her back, and her one hand still bunched up my shirt in her grasp. When we stopped to breath, she let go of my shirt and smoothed out the fabric across my chest with both of her hands. When she was satisfied, she gave me a light tap and looked me in the eyes.

"And that," she raised her eyebrows. "Is how they kissed. She walked away and all I could do was watch her. Ive never seen her act that way, and I'm not going to say I didn't enjoy it. She was cavalier; acted like nothing had happened. She sat back on the couch and continued to read a book. It was like I was in shock, I couldn't move. This girl had cast a spell on me, and I didn't want to break it at all.

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I'm sorry for the short chapter, but at least it's something. Hopefully I'll update during the day tomorrow. Stay tuned ;)