Terrible Things ( Deeply being edited but hope you enjoy!)

Chapter 4

 2 boxes of pizza, a 2 liter Dr.pepper, a handful of  cookies, and two Disney classics later....

 " Oh, I love this part, " Michael says as he bites into another juicy slice of pepperoni pizza. Literally, his 6th slice. I've had 5 and two cookies. We were watching 'Beauty and the Beast,' one of Michael's favorites, as he said.  I won't lie, I like the movie too. I think it's really cool how Belle learns how to love the man behind the Beast. Beautifully crafted. 

       " What, you like it when they kiss?" I joke, as I watch him grab yet, another slice of pizza.

     He shrugs and looks at me. " Yeah. I mean like, it's amazing how the movie was created. That, and they way they love each other is the way I would like to love someone one day. " He pauses and I stop mid way from bringing my cup to my lips.  He swallows. " I'm really embarrassed to say it, especially in front of my friends, but....it's the truth. " He laughed. " I want my girl to be like Belle. I don't care what she looks like on the outside, I only want to know what is inside of her heart. And if her heart is pure, I'll know she's the right one."

  I could only stare as my brain digested what he said. I had never thought about loving someone to call them my own. I had never thought about what it might be like to be in love....to have someone....their soft arms around your waist......

  I nodded. " Seems like you'll be living the dream one day. "

He grinned and winked. " Ya think?"

" Yep. Oh gosh, it's like 8:36, I better be getting home. "

  Michael's mother's voice boomed from the kitchen. " NO! It is way to dark for a pretty thing like you to go riding your bike about at night. " She came out, drying her hands. " We'll load your bike in my car, and I'll drive you. Understood?"

I stared, startled. " Yes a'am?" 

 She nodded. " Right, you tell me when you're ready, okay?"

 I smiled. " Okay."

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As I load my bike into the car and settle myself into the passenger seat, Michael calls out to me. " HEY!"

I turn. " Hey yourself, " I scoff. 

He laughs. " Here, you forgot your textbook. The one thing you came for."

I pause. " Jesus, thanks."

He stops for a moment, and I'm kinda afraid he's going to like, confess his everlasting love or something. Don't judge. You judger. ( Is that even a word? Well, it is now!) I tense up. He looks at me. " Hey Emery?"

I swallow. " Yeah?"

  " How about you hang out with me tomorrow? My friends and I would be happy if you did."

I look down at my hands. "Mm....I don't know. I'll think about it, I guess." Oh come on! It's not like I have any friends!

" Okay."

His mom gets in the car. " Ready hon? " She beams at me, as if I am her child and Michael is the friend that I have invited over.

I nod. " Yes." I glance at Michael. " Bye. Thanks.....for everything."

He shrugs. What is his deal with shrugging. " It's no problem. See ya."

The car pulls away, leaving Michael alone.