Love Game

You Make Me Happy

I scooted back as far as I could into Michael's chest so that I could feel the warmth and security of his strong arms. I was so scared, and I couldn't talk to anyone because they've never experienced it. How was I supposed to be everyone's backbone but I didn't have one my self? Every night for the past week, I've been waking up in a cold sweat thinking of those long tragic moments. Just thinking of my vulnerability made my stomach churn and twist in unbelievably painful knots. I wanted to be held and comforted until I was forced to believe that it was alright, but I couldn't be. Especially from Michael. He smoked something and passed out on my couch. I struggled to get his ass up here, because he acted like he didn't want to get up, but I did and now I'm starting to question it and everything else these days. I've never had anyone be strong for me and I don't like the feeling. It feels like I'm alone in a dark room filled with all of my childhood fears. It feels like I'm the only one in pain, so I pretend to be happy. Just to make them happy. They all have things to live for, and here I am sulking on my past like anyone gives a damn. I sniffed slightly uncontrollably, but tried to stop when I felt Michael moving around.

I turned around to face him, and traced his eyebrow tattoo as it frequently twitched. Tracing his tattoos were always a stress reliever, and I was in need of a good one. "What you doing Lex?" Michael asked, in his sleepy voice. If I wasn't so down that would've made my legs tingle. "No-nothing," I said, stumbling over my words accidentally. I knew that was a huge getaway and if I kept talking then he'd hear my voice crack. "What time is it?" He asked, expecting a reply which I didn't give him. I held my breath for what felt like eternity, then slowly let it out when I was sure that Michael was back asleep. My chest heaved up and down as I silently cried.

Just as I thought he was back asleep, his warm arms wrapped around my waist securely. He pulled my body up and laid my head on his chest. His cool breath sent chills down my spine as it traveled down my neck. "What's wrong Alexis?" He asked, sounding fully awake. I sighed and rubbed his chest. There was no way for me to avoid this, and I personally think that if I got this heavy burden off of my shoulders, then I'd be better. I was getting more and more paranoid by the second, just thinking about how Jose could be getting out of jail any day now. He ruined my life, and I hate him for it. I never got to be a teenager because I was so focused on hiding my bruises, and although my ma never physically hurt me, I still feel hatred towards her and thats permanent. "I'm hurting Michael. He-he hurt me so bad," I weeped, crying heavily into his chest. "E-every night he would come in our room and just hit us. Me-me and Alisha would sometime sneak out, but th-the consequences were so severe, that we eventually stopped," I took a deep breath and continued to pour out my life story. I knew that my secrets were safe with Michael. "One day we walked i-in the house and h-he was on my bed, surrounded by b-beer cans." I stopped talking and cried heavily into his chest. He rubbed my back comforting, and kissed my head every now and then.

Silence took over as I started wondering why I just told Michael all of that. Things are gonna be awkward between us, and on top of that he's gonna start feeling bad for me. I've never told anyone that before and I was honestly ashamed and embarrassed. I vigorously wiped my tears away and faced the opposite direction. This was so embarrassing. "Michael, thank you for always being here for me. You make me happy and I-," "Man I love them strippers, Man I love them strippers." Blasted from Michael's phone. I knew exactly who it was, and I wasn't happy. Thank god I didn't confess my feelings for this nigga. I forgot his ass was still with Chyna. He glanced over at me, then reached over for his phone. I stood up and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. I was feeling some type of way and I didn't even know why. Maybe because I almost confessed my love for Michael, knowing that he didn't feel the same. I can't believe that he spent almost every night with me, but his days with his girlfriend, and even though Michael and I never did anything I still felt like a sideline. As soon as I stepped into the warm water, Michael busted through the bathroom door fully dressed. I already knew what he was gonna tell me but I pretended not to. "Where you going?" I asked softly, watching him comb through his little curls. I let the water run down my body as he replied. "Chyna's but I'll be back over later. I promise." I slightly rolled my eyes and faced the wall. "Mm, y'all gone fuck?" I asked bluntly, since it was maybe six or seven o'clock in the morning. I mean what else they gone do? Discuss marriage? "I'on know..Maybe." He smirked, brushing his teeth. I rolled my eyes and washed the soap off of my body. I was right, a huge burden was lifted off my shoulders, but another small one added to the pile. "Okay, you don't have to come over later. I got plans." I lied, thinking about something to do today. I guess I can hit up the mall with Heather. I ain't talked to Honey in a long while, so fuck I look inviting her? He nodded and walked out the bathroom so that I could step out of the shower.

I woke up at 11:02 and put on a real outfit. I was determined to get out of this house and get Michael out of my head. This just wasn't right, I was falling for my best friend and I was most definitely gonna get up. All I had to do was simply meet someone else. Someone that would treat me like a queen and be treated like a king. I was always the loyal type so I have no idea why I'm so bad at relationships maybe because of my past experiences and trust issues. Who am I kidding? My two bestest friends are guys, I can ask them about it. Well Chris cause he's more of a big brother to me.

I sprayed my hair down, then grabbed my phone. Since Heather was downstairs, I figured I could take her home to get dress, then roll out. I'm planning to stay out until maybe 6 or 7pm then hit the club? Sounds like a plan.

I jogged down the stairs to see everyone awake. "Hey." I greeted getting scattered responses all on the base line of hello. I sat down on Alisha's legs as her and the guys played C.O.D. I leaned back and observed the room. Someone was missing.."Where's Taylor?" I asked getting situated. "She left a little earlier." I nodded and conversed freely with everyone. I loved them to no extinct. Maybe an hour into the game, Alisha and Trell left leaving only Chris, Heather and I. For a saturday evening it sure was boring and I couldn't stand it. "Hey Heather, you wanna go to the mall, then to eat or something?" I asked, pleadingly. I refused to stay in this house. "Sounds coo." Chris said, answering for her. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. There was no way in hell that I'd ever be able to cuff somebody with Christopher around. He'd probably run them off before we could exchange numbers. I was never this easy, but now that I think about it I wanted a man. I've always been the type of female to nicely brush off my admirers, but I think its time to mingle. I have needs, physically and emotionally and my paranoia isn't going to keep me warm at night. I doubt I'll find someone at the mall though. "We didn't invite you Chris!" I exclaimed as Heather snickered. He shrugged his shoulders and went to grab his tank top from off of the couch. I do admit that it was hot, but not that hot to where this nigga had to strip."What time should I be ready?" He asked ignoring everything that I previously said. I sighed and played with my fingernails. I did it whenever I displayed any type of feelings and right now I was very much annoyed."Ugh! I'll just pick you up around 2."

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"Weeee," I yelled, on Chris's back. He was running full speed down the halls of the mall. Everyone was staring as we zipped through the families with Heather recording not too far behind. I was having a blast with them and I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime. Chris actually made the mall somewhat better and he didn't say anything when I occasionally got asked for my number. I didn't give it out though, maybe I was wrong about the relationship thing. Love will find me. "No Chris this is the wrong exit!" I yelled just as Chris made a left. He did a u-turn then headed towards the other exit. For Chris to be this small, he's actually quite strong. I mean he'd have to be to carry me. Especially through a crowded mall. We walked outside and he dropped me back on my two feet as we approached my car. Heather insisted that she drove and since we ate at the mall, she was just going to drive herself and Chris home.

"I'll call you when I get home." I promised, putting the car in reverse. "Okay boo." I waited until she opened her house door to pull off. What a fun day.

I looked down to turn the heat off, just as I heard and felt a loud thump. I slammed on the brakes and hopped out of my car to see who or what I hit. I swear it just popped up out of nowhere. I quickly removed my seatbelt and jumped out of my car. Oh my gosh! I hit a man! I knelt down it front of the stranger and scanned his body. Oh my gosh. I'm an excellent driver and for this to have happened is so weird. "Oh my gosh are you okay?" I asked, shaking. This was really getting to me. He nodded and proceeded to sit up, groaning in the process. I really felt bad and I didn't know what to do. This has never happened before."Um I have great insurance and my name is Alexis Moore. I am so sorry for hitting you, you just sort of appeared and oh my gosh I'm so sorry." I rambled, nervously. It was dark and we were alone with the exception of maybe three or four pedestrians. He quieted me down and quickly stood to his feet. "It's fine, Alexis," "I'm Tristan." He assured, slightly grabbing my hand which was still shaking. You don't understand, I could have killed him and the thought bothered me. "What can I do to make it up to you?" I asked, finally looking at him. He was gorgeous. "Well, you can start by giving me your number. Then maybe let me take you to dinner." I bit the inside of my bottom lip and shook my head no. I didn't even know this guy. "Here let me see yo phone." I handed him my phone and watched as he put his number in. He handed it back seconds later and disappeared into the warm night. I wouldn't mind seeing him again but the introduction was sort of weird.

What do you think? Y'all want Tristan (mm) to stay in the story? This chapter is basically for everyone that asked why Alexis doesn't like Michael.