He Calls Me Harmony

Chapter eight: Dearly Beloved

If the word love is as real as in movies then I should feel like the actor's who have reenacted the story of Titanic, that Is an exceptional story. minus the saddening of the reasoning of The Titanic's famous moral. It still sheds light on Love. For instance Jack's relationship with Rose. It was fully put to the test when you see the scene where they were in the freezing cold water. That scene revealed many truth's of Love. especially the old saying of 'If you love them let them go', That clearly explained the scene when Rose had to let go of Jack after realizing he was overly cold and was so close to death. But she didn't, until death came upon him. She knew as much as she loved him She would have to let go. one day I wish to have such a special Love as so.

It's been quite the week. My parents (mainly my father ). figured it's time to move again. I don't want to at all. I mean not even two weeks ago I finally told Michael I loved him, And he did the same to me. I feel it's because I told my parent's about Michael and I moving up from the ladder of friendship to what they think is a elevator of relationship. For which I don't understand. Michael is a good guy my mother likes him. It's just my father he's so over barring and over protective. I know it's in all good intentions but must You make such a drastic decision as moving. How am I going to tell Michael?. He's going to be crushed I know it. I need to stand up to my father I'm eighteen year's old, I have rights.

I look at the slowly surfacing cardboard boxes. They sit and mock me of my soon future to come. which gives me all the more courage to face my father. I walk to his office door (He works from home sometimes ). I stop at the door. I can't move for some reason. I feel like one of those people from comedic TV series that get tricked into a glue trap. I stand for a minute or two giving myself pep talk. This isn't a rash decision for just for Michael and I, but mainly for myself. standing up to my father. It's ok Joya just go in and say you're not moving... go!, I do a repeated mental count down but nothing happens. I sigh and turn to walk away. oh now you work!, As I was heading downstairs for a simple lunch, my father's office door opens. "yes Joya?" ,He said in his usual blunt tone.  I take in a deep breath and slowly turned around walking in. When I entered he immediately motioned for me to sit. I close the door and quietly sat. I nervously looked around his office. It's just like any traditional home office, full of clutter and gives off the feeling you get when you get called to the principals office for a phone call home. And that's a terrible feeling depending on the situation. He doesn't say anything just slips off his reading glasses from the bridge of his nose. Finally he spoke. "How may I help you? ", I smiled a little because his tone became a more lighter normal tone if you Calls slow and straight to the point normal. how am I going to tell him?, My question took me a back a little knowing I didn't think my plan through. My father I guess saw my questioning looked so he interrupted my thoughts. "Is it about the move or that... boy? ", his tone became off as annoyed when he said 'boy'.  I nod slowly. He leans back into his office share rubbing his face. You know the feeling where you're in a room with a clock  (especially if you're in trouble) you are somehow able to hear the ticking of the wall clock so clearly. It's as if someone put their wrist watch to your ear. My father brought me out of thought again."Joya your mother and I know what's best... ", He started. I roll my eye's while looking down. I know this talk and I'm tired of it. I want them, him to listen to what I have to say. I ignore him as he gives me the rest of the 'I know what's best for this family' speech. I swear my mother's never around to stick up for me. come to think of it I barely see her anymore since she met Michael last week(I finally told them about Michael and I  and she wanted to meet him right away ). which in my point went well besides death stares from my father while Michael talked to them.

I come back to my reality at hand. "That's why I do the thing's I do Joya ", is the part of the speech I came back in on. I sigh. here goes nothing, dad?, He continues his conclusion of the speech. Dad?..Dad!,  He quickly looks at me. "Why are you yelling? now what is it?", I take in another deep breath. Dad excuse this But I'm eighteen I have rights to have say so... dad I'm tired of being unheard I'm tired of you and mom controlling me, I take a minute to watch his reaction before continuing. He sits there emotionless. I take it as my time to finish. Dad change is good I know so how about for a change we stay put in one area? for a change please accept someone I spend time with besides family? How about for a change you listen to me and I mean listen, My voice came out more pleading than what I wanted but I didn't care as long as my point got across. He now looks at me amused. I return with a confused look. "I'm proud of you Joya ",He started standing up. "I really am, standing up for yourself... you're growing up ",He looks out the window. "sadly we are still moving so at least two of your request will be fulfilled,I heard you and will definitely lighten up on Michael ", I quickly stand up. I don't know why I tried... you're not taking me from Michael!,  He chuckles and continues looking out the window. I huff and stormed out. j never felt so much resentment for my father till now. I look outside. The sun is slowly setting on the eastern horizon. I can't believe it's almost night. already? how long was I in there?, I didn't care to answer my query but quickly ran to my room. I need to be with someone who cares right now. I take a long well needed shower and quickly got dressed in sweat pants and a oversized night shirt and grabbed my wallet and house key's. I then slid on some comfortable socks and my fuzzy boots. I lifted my window sill after applying cocoa butter lotion then climbed out.

I don't know what's going through my mind but all I know is that Michael is at the main front. I quickly run out of my backyard and make it into the street. it's getting darker as I forgot how long it takes (on foot) to get to Michael's house. I finally make it barely beating the sun. I walk around to his room window. I see a light I think coming from his room. I take out my wallet and through a few pennies at his window. I do this for five minute's. after awhile he finally looks out his window. I wave and smile when I see him. He smiles then lifts his window sill. "Harmony what are you doing here this late? ", He said in a loud whisper. Can I come in?,  He looks like he's thinking then nods. I smile as he disappears from the window. I walk to the front door. He soon opens the door and I  quietly walk  in. "want something to eat or drink? ", He whispered. I nod. "ok go to my room I'll bring you a sandwich and juice ", I nod and made my way upstairs. I slowly walked into his room. He's pretty tidy for a boy or man. I sit on his bed and wait patiently. Michael comes in a few minute's later with a plate that has a sandwich and a few chips on it and a glass full of orange juice.

I smile as he hand's it to me. Thank-you, "you're welcome" I say grace before eating. once I started I also between chews told him about my conversation with my father and why I'm here. I soon finished eating."I'm sorry about that, I don't want you to leave either but it's not up to you and I ", I sigh. I know Michael, "running away isn't going to help Harmony ", I look at him. I'm not running away I just wanted to be with you, I look down feeling bad that in fact my intention was running away. Michael slowly and gently lifts my face making me meet his soft concerned gaze. "And I understand, whether I'm a mile away or ten thousand mile's away I'm always going to be with you babygirl you don't ever have to worry because our Love is strong enough for the both of us ", I smile (It was my usual cheesy smile). He takes my hand and kisses it. "I Love you Harmony ", He continued kissing up my arm. I close My eye's. his soft lips penetrating my skin in a sea of kisses. he stops when he gets halfway up my arm. "Are you staying the night? ", I take a minute to come back down to earth. I open my eye's. If it's ok with you, He smiles. "of course I just can't tell my parents, you Can have the bed I'll make a pallet on the floor ", He said standing up. I pull him gently back down. Lay with me?,  I said softly. He hesitates then nods. I slide off my boots and got under the covers. He slowly does the same. I watch him. I can see small ivory blotches on his hand and some on his neck. I want to ask but I decide not to. I love you Michael.... all of you, I said facing him. He kisses my hand again. "I Love all of you as well ", I giggle. I scoot closer to him and take his hand but he quickly takes it away. Michael I just want you to hold me, He looks down. "I never held anyone ", I smile and turn around putting my back to his chest. I slowly take his hand and put it over my stomach a bit. like This, I said turning off his bedside lamp. "I like holding you ", He said after a few minute's of silence. I giggle. I like you holding me too now I really don't want to leave, I can feel his soft slow breaths on my neck. "shhh and let me hold you for the night Then we can worry about tomorrow ", ok, He holds Me a little tighter whispering I love you a few time's. I could be like this forever...

To Be Continued...