(Elevens POV)
Listening to Mike's stories were so calming. The story he told was so pleasing to me, it was like it made me happy all over again. I felt so wonderful after he told me the story, 'Our Story'. It was really nice. It reminded me of him and I. It was great.
"What is... ow-er..stor-y?"
"Well... it's about two people. Kids for now."
"Cool.", I knew what that meant because of Mike and his friends.
"Cool!", He laughed a little.
"Do we have to sleep? Why can't we just stay awake?"
"Well, it would be fun. Maybe."
"So?"
"Sure! No problem! What do you wanna do El?"
"..Stories?", I just wanted to hear his stories forever.
"Do you wanna tell one? I just told one. Now you can have a turn."
"Uhhmm..."
"Don't worry! It's really easy! Just uh... think of something you really like, and make up a story to go along with it! Try it!"
"I like you! Can I make on about you?!"
"Uh...sure. I guess..?'
"Once up-o-n a-a time, there was a boy named Mike. He is fun and he's nice. He's cool too. He teaches me things and he eats Eggos with me. We have a lot of fun together. Mike is my.....uh...", I didn't know what to call him.
"Well... nevermind that. It's um.. just call me Mike."
I could tell he was hiding something. "Friends don't lie, Mike."
"Uhhhhhhhggg. Well first of all I don't wanna call you my friend anymore--"
"WHAT?! Mike? You...h-h-hate...me...?"
"No! El, I would NEVER hate you. Never. I just wanna call you more than a friend."
"More....? What does that mean? Love?"
"Yeah. Actually yeah it is love. Just, there are names for it."
"Oh. Like what Mike?"
He didn't talk for a long, long time. He waited for a long time. I didn't disturb his thinking though. I waited.
He blurted something really loud finally. "Will you be my girlfriend El?!"
"What?!"
He didn't say sorry this time. Funny.
"A girlfriend. Right. If you.. love me, and I love you....we are....girlfriend and boyfriend. Understand El?"
"Yes. So you are my....boy-friend...?"
"Yeah...if you want to too."
"I do Mike.", I smiled. His face lit up instantly, and he turned red once again. Cute.
"Cute."
"Huh?', He looked really scared.
"What's wrong?! Is cute a bad word?!!', I covered my mouth.
He giggled. "No El. It means you...like... me."
"Oh.", I laughed.
This is what I mean. It's so wonderful to finally have someone to love me. To take care of me. Someone that understands me. I trust Mike. I like Mike. I love Mike.
