I take out the trash like my mother asked and grab the plate of chicken enchiladas that she made just for Mikey. It was his absolute favorite. I grab my car keys and head out to the garage. Im not speaking to Elian so I don't bother telling him where im about to go. His house wasn't far and I was grateful.
I haven't told him that i was coming over. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I pull into his driveway and see his car, i hop out of the truck with the plate in my hands and walk over to his front door. I knock quietly and pray that he hears me so i don't have to excessively knock. I pull out my phone to text him but the door opens and in front of me stands Mikey's mother. she gives me a polite smile before inviting me in. "Is Mikey home?" i smile.
"He's in the living room." she nods.
I look over to see him on the couch staring at the tv, oblivious. I hand her the plate, "my mom sent over Mikeys favorite."
She chuckles and takes it from my hands, "I will warm it up and you can go tell Mikey." She smiles widely and i walk over to the living room.
I walk over to Mikey and finally see his bruised face. I kneel beside him and pout. I hold his unharmed side of his face and make him look down at me. He pushes my hand away and returns to his video game. "Why are you being mean?" I cross my arms over my chest and stand directly infront of his view. He simply dodges to the left to see the plasma screen and it makes me angry. I refrain myself from saying something hurtful and attempt to walk away. He puts his arm out infront of me and wraps it around my waist pulling me down onto his lap.
"We can go up to my room to talk, just wait." he whispers into my ear and then continues playing his dumb game. I lick my lips and look over to the kitchen where his mom was and i readjust myself on his lap. His mom drops something in the kitchen and i push myself off of him completely scared that she might walk in. Mikey pauses the game and takes my hand as we walk into the kitchen. i admire him from behind, now just realizing he was shirtless the whole time. he tells his mother that we are about to go up to his room. she nods her head and Mikey drags me up the stairs.
I yank my arm away from his hand as he closes the door. "Why couldn't we talk downstairs?" I furrow my eyebrows at him.
"Because," he steps closer to me and grabs the small of my back and pulls me against him, he kisses me gently and pulls away, "I don't want to kiss you infront of my mom." he smirks at how sly he's being.
"Oh." is all i say. I sit on the edge of his bed while he slips on a shirt. His mom comes in and says goodbye before she heads to work. She smiles kindly and closes the door. He looks at me and eyes my clothes closely. "What?" I tilt my head starting to feel a bit self conscious.
"Do you want something to put over that?" he asks and i scoff.
"No, im fine." I shrug but he throws me an oversized sweatshirt anyway. I keep it in my lap as he sets up the tv. I see him having trouble with the netflix so i offer to go get my laptop in the car. He looks at my clothes one more time so i slip the sweatshirt on and glare at him, "Happy?" i squint my eyes.
"Very." he smiles and i turn and leave the room heading outside. I speed walk to the car and then hurry back inside with his large sweatshirt.
I go back to his room and we cuddle watching movies on my laptop. When it gets late i head home with his sweatshirt still on. I walk past Elian and head to my room smiling down at my phone. I lay in bed with the covers over me.
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