Tell Me Something Good

08

Elevens POV

My "hickey" went alway. It was basically gone after 2 days, but I still don't quite understand. Mike hasn't kissed me since. Did I do something wrong? I'm starting to think that Mike doesn't like me anymore. When he doesn't explain things to me I feel like I've don't me something wrong. 

Mike folds his clothes neatly and I'm curled up at the foot of the bed. He can tell I'm feeling a little upset I think.

"You ok?" He folded the sleeve of his shirt then stopped. I looked at him for a second then I looked away. For some reason I was embarrassed.

"I miss you Mike." He looks surprised for some reason.

"What do you mean," he sits next to me. "We're always together." I forcefully put my hands in my lap with a huff of frustration. He jumps when I roll my eyes at him.

"I mean..." I'm a little lenient to finish "I mean you don't kiss me anymore" I don't think I've ever seen Mike look so sad before. I felt bad for calling him out, but he asked me what was wrong. He moved his mouth to the side, trying to think about what he was going to say.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want to mess up again." I stared at him and shook my head slowly.

"I didn't...I didn't think that was a mistake." He looked shocked and relieved at the same time. I just missed his delicate lips touch mine. I wanted to be in sync with him. I wanted to feel like it was just us forever. And honestly, that's how I feel when we kiss. He placed a hand on my knee and kissed me abruptly. His lips were moist and warm. It felt like I had kissed him for the first time again. He gave me a smirk then went back to folding his clothes. I wasn't completely satisfied with this kiss, but it was enough for now.

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Mike felt terrible about not kissing Eleven. He wasn't even sure if he was kissing right. Well, Eleven has no one else to compare him to.  He wanted to do something special for her. Mike tapped his finger on his lip on an attempt to stir up an idea. A lightbulb went off in Mikes head. He brushed everything of the campaign table in the basement. The metal pieces clank when they hit the floor. He rushes around, trying to find something to cover the table. He finds and old table cloth that reads "Happy Birthday" in rainbow letters. He smooths it over the entire table, making sure it's even. He digs through more boxes in his basement, and finds two scented candles. Clean Linen and Pinks Sands. He smells each and can't decide which one to put on the table, so he puts both. He runs up the stairs and nearly trips a few times on his was up. He grabs milk, cookies, two glasses, two plates, and pops 4 Eggos in the toaster. He tramples back down stairs and throws all the items on the square table, only to run back upstairs. The Eggos jump out of the toaster and Mike practically catches them in the air. He gathers syrup and butter too. He brings these downstairs, too. He is now sweating and out of breath from all this running around. He carries his feet up the stairs to his room. He passes Eleven in the hallway on his way there.

"Don't go in the basement!" He calls to her. She just chuckles and nods his head. He doesn't even shut the door to his room because he's in such a rush. He changes into one of his nicer shirts. Not too fancy, but not trashed either. Mike raced back down the first flight of stairs. He made a stop to grab Elevens hand. She looked at him frantically, because he was out of breath.

"Close your eyes, and don't open them till I say. Ok?" She nods and puts her hand over her eyes. Mike leads her to the basement. The cold concrete on her feet shocks El at first. Mike stands in front of her and makes a few adjustments to the table. Eleven never moves her hand from her eyes.

"Ok," he breathes. "You can look" she moves her hand away slowly, and the only thing she could do was smile. She smiled at the setup, she smiled at Mike. A happy birthday tablecloth, and two scented candles sit in the middle. Let's not forget the cookies and eggos. This was Mikes idea of a romantic date. Well, Eleven didn't really have an issue with this. She liked all the things here, so this should be enough for her. Mike walks over to one of the chairs and pulls it out, gesturing for El to sit down. She shakes her head and bites her lip as she sits down. Mike sits in the seat next to her. He pours her a glass of milk, then his own glass. He gives her 3 cookies and 2 Eggos, and she stares at the plate with a wide grin. This makes her happy. Mike knows what she likes and that's all that matters. A date can be anything as long as you know the person.

"So uh," Mike takes a bite of a cookie. "Watch any good movies recently?" Hes trying to flirt. It isn't working very well.

"Mike you know I watch all of them." She says matter-of-factly.

"Right." He says plainly. Eleven eats so fast, he's wondering what he's going to say when she's done. He's afraid to chew and swallow his food.

"Why does this say happy birthday?" Eleven traces her fingers over the letters.

"It was the only thing I could find." Mike laughs a little, and so does she.

"Listen, I'm sorry things aren't like they were before. I'm just afraid of messing up." Eleven grabs his hand from across the table.

"Mike," she sounds so calm. "You can't mess up. You never will." This makes Mike feel a lot better. He stands up and the chair makes a squeak noise. He holds his hand out to Eleven so she can take it. He held her hand in his and he put her arm on his shoulder. Then he put his hand on her waist. He started to lead them in a dance. This is what El wants to feel. Being in the same rhythm as him, being one thing as a whole. Eleven still had to look up at Mike to look at his eyes. She felt safe because he was so much taller than her. She started to hum and Mike danced according to the beat of her song. She followed with him. For his final move he spun her; she liked this part. When he brought her back, he wrapped her up in his arms, not once letting go of her hand. She stopped humming to giggle. He turned her around to kiss her. He stopped right a few inches from her face. She could feel his breath on her lips, even though her eyes were closed.

"Eleven, you are art." He says before colliding his lips with hers. She missed this feeling. She missed it too often. Their mouths opened and closed; together, like dancing. She felt his heartbeat against her chest and it was racing. He was warm against her, almost like he was radiating heat. They both stopped after the air between the two of them was running out. Mike looked at her with admiring eyes, and brushed hair behind her ear. She blushed and bit her swollen lips. He leans into her ear, and his warm breath hits the side of her face. He whispers ever so quietly to her.

"The finest piece of art."