Chapter 11: Hands locked

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It was just me, Jonathan, alone. For once it's actually quiet. Michael would be coming soon so we had to finish the food. I peered over to the stove and looked potato soup and salad! My favorite. I told Jonathan to start cutting lettuce and strawberries for the salad. I had to cut the potatoes. It was getting so boring just cutting and cooking, I turned on some music. I started to dance while chopping the potatoes to the song "Wake me up when September ends".That song was my favorite at the moment. While I was stirring the soup Jonathan came behind me and held my hand and started to stir the soup for me. Our hands both connected to the spoon. My hand on the spoon and Jonathan's hand on mine. The steam from the pot of soup got me a little bit sleepy so I lied my head onto Jonathan's shoulder.

Just then the door opened and Michael was there in shock.

He looked as stiff as a board. Jonathan and I moved quickly not standing as close to each as we were before. Just then I looked over to the back door and see my mother there video taping the situation. "Mom stop recording"! I said embarrassingly. She came out and said "But you both are so cute together"! Jeez there goes my mother fangirling at the most awkward moments. Michael helped set the table and Mother finished the salad. We all sat down in silence. I looked over to Michael and said "Hey Michael so are you coming to Jonathan's party tomorrow"? "Yeah sure"! He said. Mother came up into the conversation..." aww! My little girl in love"! "Mom stop, just please"! I said. I was sitting in the middle of Jonathan and Michael. I could feel someone's hand touch mine. It wasn't Michael, it was Jonathan. Our hands were linked together. Jonathan's hand was so warm. He and I looked at each other , eyes locked. We couldn't hold it in any more.

We burst out into laughter.

Michael was just there. No emotion, just a plain old face.
Everyone left saying goodbye except for Michael. Man?! What's up with him. It's almost as if he thinks the world revolves around himself.

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