~Isabelle~
Mikey strolled towards me across the grass. I sighed and stood up from by usual spot under the tree. I quickly glanced down to make sure I had everything, then I opened my bag to make sure my camera, laptop and the papers Mikey would need were all packed away safely. They were.
“Ready to go?” Mikey asked with an obviously fake smile plastered across his face. Today was the last day I would be in Arsom for a while.
I decided that I was going to go home. That’s where I belonged. I loved being here with Dad and Mikey, but I couldn’t just move my life here. This place wasn’t my home, and that’s where I needed to be.
I didn’t want to leave Dad, I liked having him around all the time and knowing that the visit was going to be more than a day or two. And I didn’t want to move in permanently with Mikey, because there was nothing promising that we wouldn’t break up. Imagine how awkward it would be living with your ex and your very protective dad. Yeah, not fun.
The fact that Mikey promised to fly me out here on his private jet whenever I had three days off of school also helped make my decision earlier. That meant I would still be out in Arsom about once a month, sometimes more, especially in November and April.
Yeah he has a private jet, I was pretty amazed to hear that. He says that it’s a tiny one, it only seats 12 people. But still, that’s huge considering I don’t know anyone else with one.
So now, instead of spending the monthly three day weekends off of school at home with my friends watching movies or doing something else, I would be spending them at a castle with my father and boyfriend.
I think it’s a good trade. I get to stay with the life I’ve always had, with the people I grew up with, but I will see my dad more than what I would usually.
The three of us didn’t speak much on the way back to the castle. Mikey sat next to me in the back and just held my hand. I was sitting in the middle seat so that I could rest my head on his shoulder. I wasn’t tired, but I liked feeling close to him, especially since I wouldn’t see him for a while now.
Diego didn’t even try conversing with us. He just kept his eyes on the road, his eyes occasionally flicking to the rear view mirror to make sure we were still breathing. Or at least that’s what I thought he was checking up on.
When we got back to the castle- I hadn’t been able to call it ‘home’ the last couple of days- Mikey followed me back to my apartment, Diego disappeared like usual.
Mikey trailed behind me into my bedroom. He sat on my bed as I made room in my packed suitcase for the things in my bag. He just watched me somberly. I wasn’t leaving until tomorrow, neither us wanted to waste more time in between then and now.
Once the last of my things were packed away I joined Mikey on the bed.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave, I wish I could come with you,” Mikey mumbled pulling me closer to him.
I nodded and wrapped my arms around him, laying my head on his shoulder. I kissed the side of his neck and breathed in his scent, trying to memorize every last thing about him.
Mikey shifted me so that he could kiss me.
Surprisingly, Dad didn’t object to anything that night. Mikey asked if he could sleep on the couch, so that I could wake him up when I did in the morning; Dad agreed right away. Dad pretty much left us alone.
I felt bad because I wasn’t spending the night with him. So that night, instead of falling asleep in my room, I slipped into his.
“Isabelle? What’s wrong?” he asked sitting up in his bed. I could barely make out his form in the limited light coming in the small window.
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I am the King, Right?
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