Something's Changed [CANCELLED]

Chapter 8

There was an eerie silance when every one turned their heads towards me.  I pressed myself into Michael-John, and she wrapped his good arm around me. We were shoved in, and the door closed behind us.  Demond stands up, followed by Erick and Damion.  They walk slowly towards us, in a perfect formation.  I gulped, and he rubbed my stomach. For the first time I realised for the first time in a while that I still was wearing just my sports bra.

Demond and his possy stood in front of us, and examined us. He turned to Aiden, who was grinning.

"Where's Arick?" he asked, looking around. So he hadn't come in behind us. How interesting.

"Don't know." he said, failing to admit that Heather was dead. Demond rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to me and the difiant looking Michael-John behind me.

"Look what the cat dragged in." sneered Erick.

"What ever would they want?" chided in Damion. Demond silanced them with one snap.

"What do you want?" he adressed me, but before I could speak, Michael-John spoke for me, which I was thankful for.

"We will join you. If," he paused for dramatic effect. "We keep our house, as long as we show up every morning." he finished with a smile down at me. I smiled back, getting his jist. Demond thought about it, and sighed.

"Fine, but you are to follow our rules. You will be punished like the rest of them Got it?" We both nod, and he continued on. "Tomorrow I will see what you can do Payton. Be here in the morning. Now leave." he said, waving his hand, dismissing us. Whisperes imeediatly broke out, and we opend the door. Many people where whispering about Heather, and where Aiden was. Others where whispering about Demond's desition. We were whispering about tonight. We walked out, holding eachother's hand, smiling at our sucsess.

I clutched his hand in mine, trying despretly not to start running. Michael-John stopped, and looked down at me. I looked up, into his eyes.

"Why are you like that?" he asked suddenly, geniuenly curious.

"Like what?" I ask defensivly. "What do you mean?" I ask, glancing over my shoulder. He drew my face gently back with his finger under my chin.

"Like that. Always glancing over your shoulder, acting as if you'll bolt at any sound." he said with a chuckle. I blush, I guess I really haven't noticed.

"I do not!" I protested, but I knew I did.  I sighed, and he raised an eyebrow. "Fine." I muttered.  He laughed again, and said nothing, just slid his arm around me, and started walking. I had no choice but to follow.

When we made it back to the little roof home, it was a challenge to get Michael-John up to the roof. Even though he hasn't said anything, I could tell just by the way he carried his arm it was hurting. I frowned, and leaned it, looking at how swollen it was.

"I am so sorry..." I said, gently placing a light kiss on his arm. He winced, but stood there.

"Stop making youself feel guilty. It was just as much my fault as yours." he said softly. I frowned, and gave a small nod. I looked away, and a spotted a dumpster, towards the back.

"Come on." I said, and started walking towards it; he followed like a puppy. When we reached the dumpster, I crawled up first. He reached his good hand up, and I grasped it. He jumped, and I pulled back. It took a little bit of scrambling, but finally, we made it up. He sat down, panting, and I nudged him with my foot. "You know, it's not even fifty feet away you know." He moaned, and haulded himself up.

"Boy, am I going to sleep tonight." he muttered, walking toward our little house. Yes. Yes we are.

By the time I made it to the house, he was already getting seated. I slipped in beside him, and waited for him to get confortable before I scooted next to him. Now, it was pretty dark, a dark blue color, but it was still bright enough I could just make out his face.  We leaned back, and he put his arm around me, and closed his eyes. I stretched my neck, and kissed his cheek.  A small smile flashed across his face, and I grinned, and closed my eyes.

It was a hour later, after Michael-John was fast asleep. A clunk sound came from the roof a foot from our shelter. Another clunk came and I scooted from his grasp.  As another clunk sounded I peered out from the little shelter. I couldn't really see below me, and I was surprised when a small rock whizzed by my ear.

"What the hell?" I shout down, straining my eyes to see.

"Well, come down!" hissed a voice. I rolled my eyes, and thought for a second. I pulled my legs over, and slid off of the roof, landing on my feet. Once on the ground, I looked around me.

"Who is it?" A small flashlight flickered on, and I nearly gasped. It was the face of Arick, the brother of Heather. Shirtless, and... sexy.