London Love

Chapter 14

From that day I tried so desperately to get Jerome off the brain.

It didn't work though.

So my only hope was to go see Michael. I really needed to speak to him. I was suppose to do that yesterday but I had certain people/ a certain person on my mind.

As I gradually came closer to Michael's house, I became extremely nervous. What if he didn't want to speak to me? What if he wanted me out of his life for good?

Once knocking a few times on his door, it opened slightly to reveal an awful stench. That known smell that we all know the identity of, weed.

"What are you doing here?" Michael asked puffing out a large cloud of smoke.

"I...I came here to see you." I stuttered

"So you've waited all these months to come and speak to man, when you had bare chances to talk to me in school and out. And now you've decided to come talk to me?" Michael asked sounding clueless to why I haven't spoken to him in months.

Even though what he was saying was true, I didn't know why I avoided him. When we were in school doing our exams I tried to stay focused without talking with anyone around me. Once I'm in my zone nobody could desterb me.

"I'm sorry Michael." I said not really knowing what else to say.

"Now that your with that waste man, it seems that I don't need to be in your life init?" He pointed his zoot in my face, making me step back.

I screwed up my face. Michael thinks I'm with who? Jerome? Ha! Only in my dreams. What Jerome said to me yesterday, "...you're mine and I'm yours. "

It was hard for me to picture him out my life but being together was a big no no.

"I don't have a man, who told you that?"

"Come on Layla it's so obvious!" He stated. Obvious to who?

"You've got it all wrong, I'm not with anyone and that's a promise." I paused.  "Please can we just get back to normal. I really missed you." I bit my lip concentrating on the glare that soon turned into a light smile.

Michael's appearance had changed a lot. This time instead of his hair out he had tight cainrows that peaked out of his hat. His face had areas of the odd stubble and his eyes, his eyes were hidden behind the huge bags that seemed to be there from the lack of sleep or the permanant intake of weed. What is going on with my Michael. The person I knew seemed to be slipping away and I really didn't want it to get any worse.

"You can come in." Michael interrupted my thoughts.

I was reluctant at first but with his hand gesture telling me to come, I followed.

We went straight up to his room.

"I didn't get to say hi to your mum and your sister." I was about to go back down stairs when Michael stopped me.

"There not here." he sighed

"Oh okay when they come back I'll talk to your mum, obviously I haven't seen her and your baby sister in ages ."

"Nah you can't, my mum and Isabella left. They went to visit my aunty for a couple of weeks. So its just me and Kyle." He said a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"Oh." My mouth formed an 'o' shape

Wow it had been months since I set foot in his room. It hadn't really changed just a few random clothes scattered around. I sat down on the floor. Old habits die hard.

Michael sat down directly in front of me on his bed. As he reached over to his bed side table he put out what he was currently smoking. Curiosity hit me as I wondered when he started to smoke that shit.

"When did that little habit start?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. The room fell into a awkward silence. So the only thing I thought to break it was music. I reached up to his docking station and plugged my phone in.

The first song that played was 'Or nah' by 'the weekend'. As the lyrics began, I tried not to meet Michael's gaze but I couldn't look around until the whole song was done. As I looked up at Michael he gave me a slanted smile and raised his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and quickly changed the song.

"So..." I trailed trying to make a conversation going.

"Gosh man, it seems like ages since we spoke." Michael finally said

"Yeah I know, I really did miss you mikey." I said calling him by his nickname I always use to call him to winde him up.

"Nah Layla, don't start." he chuckled

A slow smile broke as I knew that we were slowly going back to normal. I was feeling a lot happier than ealier.

"You know what, lets go somewhere. " he said getting up and reaching out for my hand.

"Where?" I asked.

"I don't know, lets just go out and jam. Like old times" I laughed at his enthusiasm.

" Okay."