What are we?

22

Anna's P.O.V.

We arrive to Blake's house late that night. He took me out for frozen yogurt and he let me cry on his shoulder for hours. In his room I'm lying on his chest in his bed. His mom knocks and opens the door.

"Hey mom. What's up?"

"Anna, your mother-" I sit up and say to her.

"I don't want to hear any excuses for her right now. Please don't." She smiles a sad smile and leaves the room closing the door quietly behind her. Blake plays with my hair running his hands the through it. It makes me sleepy.

"Blake?" He keeps playing with my hair but doesn't say anything. I know he's listening so I continue.

"How are we going to get through this? She's not going to stop until she gets you. She doesn't care if she hurts me, she just wants you." He grunts.

"Anna. Eventually she'll move on. I love you and she knows that."

"But she loves you. And you had to have feelings for her too." He sighs

"I did have feelings for her. But I'm with you and that's how it's going to stay." He kisses the top of my head.

"I love you Anna." He whispers into my hair.

"I love you more." I whisper back.

Blake's P.O.V.

"An awesome?" I ask her. She doesn't respond.

She must've fallen asleep.

I wiggle out from under her sleeping figure and pull the covers over her. Then I start to remove her clothing until she is in her undergarments and my tshirt. It was difficult to do while she was under the covers but I know she would be mad if I didn't. I take off my shirt and put some basketball shorts on and climb into bed next to her. I'm not tired so I play with some locks of her hair. She looks so troubled while she sleeps. I lean down and kiss both of her eyelids and her facial features seem to relax. After about an hour I finally fall asleep.

Michelle's P.O.V.

I can't stop drinking, I pour myself another Bellini mixed with cherry vodka. I slam my hand down on the counter for the 16 time in the last hour. I've lost my lover and my daughter in only two months.

How could I be so stupid?

She might never speak to me again, and for what? An underage guy with a good body?

I'm so sick. I have to get out of this house.

I go up to my room and look through my closet. I see a short black skirt and a purple tank top. My long legs and big boobs are complemented well with the tank and skirt. I put on some five inch heels and I put on a bold face of makeup and head out the door to the club.

In the club I order another Bellini with cherry vodka and I start dancing. Men try to dance with me but I pay them no attention and keep dancing.

"Hey beautiful." A deep voice says behind me.

Hi." I slur.

"How bout I buy you a water?"

Water?
He sees my confused expression.

"You look like you've had enough drinks. Come."
He leads me to the bar and orders a water. Actual water.
"What's your name?" He asks looking at m smiling.

"Michelle." I say and take a drink of water. It calms me down a but nod causes some of the wooziness  to go away.

"Better?" I nod.

"Who are you?" I ask. He smiles.

"My name is Shaun." He replies. I look him up and down. He's pretty hot. Dark brown hair and blue eyes. His voice was deep and raspy and sexy. He looked quite built and around my age.

"How old are you?" I ask him.

"Thirty two." I'm thirty three. I smile at him. He smiles back at me.

"You're very pretty Michelle." I grin.

"You are too." I say back loudly then I giggle. He laughs with me and says thank you. I don't stop the next words that come flying out of my mouth.

"Do you want to come home with me?" He hesitates thinking it over.

"Sure, lead the way." I can't drive since I'm drunk but he leads us to his black hummer.

He must be rich.

I give him directions and he takes us back to my house. When we get there and I open the front door with his help he looks around.

"You have a beautiful home Michelle." I roll my eyes. Then I sit down and that's when the tears start.

"Michelle, what's wrong?" He sounds genuinely concerned so I spill my guts. I tell him everything, about Blake and I , me exploding, Anna leaving, all of it. He sits and listens to everything I say while I ramble on and on. When I finish he stays quiet. He takes my hand after a while.

"Michelle-" I kiss hi . For a second he kisses back but then he pushes me away.

"Michelle, I can't do this" I grab his hand before he can walk away.

"Please, I'm sorry. I don't normally drink like this. I'm just worried about my daughter and everything that's happened. Please just...stay." He sighs.

"You need to work things out with your daughter, Michelle." My heart sinks. I've never been denied. This surprises me.

"I understand that you want to get over Blake, but this is not the right way to do it." I nod.

"I would love to take you out on a proper date. Maybe when you're sober and ready to talk without you jumping in me." He grins cockily and I smiles sheepishly blushing.

"Where's you phone?" Asks. I fumble around in my purse until I find my iPhone.

"Here's my number. Call me when you're ready." I nod. He smiles once more before walking out my front door.

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Hey guys!

So...more into the mind of Michelle, shall we? I like writing in Michaels perspective  and tell me if you want to keep it that way. Anyway...

Next update will be on Friday/Saturday so look out for that

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