Monday's were the worst, even more so now than ever before. Michael didn't feel like he wanted anything to do with his coworkers as he stepped into the small coffee establishment. It had been two days, everyone knew about the wreck, and everyone new about Carlisle. Nobody wanted to talk to him, even customers made it a point to avoid him.
Michael leaned on the small bar that separated him from the customers, placing his head in his hands. He didn't know what he was supposed to do, everything was getting so crazy. He sighed, raising his head to take in the coffee shop, this is where he had asked Carlisle to marry him. This is where he'd confessed his feelings to Carlisle as a teenager.
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The door to a small coffee shop swung open, the bell on top of the door jingling loudly. A fourteen year old boy, spiked blond hair and innocent green eyes walked in. He looked around at the small place, he seemed nervous, in his hand he was holding a small white box.
Ever since day one, Michael and Carlisle had become inseparable, Michael having grown feelings for his dark haired friend.
Carlisle walked in after Nathan, they did this everyday like clockwork. They would sit in the same corner booth and discuss their day and do homework, on the weekends it was where they got away.
When they slid into the same booth, Michael was trembling and Carlisle could tell something was wrong. Reaching out, Carlisle's hand touched one of Michael's, "Hey, is everything alright? You seem shaken?" That caused Michaels hands to shake more. The box tumbled from his hands, landing on the table in front of Carlisle. Before Michael could react, Carlisle had picked the box up and opened it. Inside, a set of diamond rings were carefully placed in velvet wrapping. Looking from the box, to Michael's pale face, he closed the box.
Michael already had tears in his eyes, "I- I wanted to ask you to be my b-boy-" He didn't have time to get the words out before Carlisle leaned over and kissed him. Pulling back, he smiled and held the box to his chest, "Yes Michael."
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Michael smiled, looking at the very back Corner booth and smiled, lost in his memories. The sound of somebody, obviously male, cleared his throat, "One half and half mocha with two pumps of vanilla." Turning, Michael went to confirm his order and did a double take. Doctor Nial was sitting across the bar, "Hello beautiful, now, about my coffee?"
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Amnesia (a short story)
Short StoryIt was a simple drive, that's all it was. Michael and and Carlisle had been together for years, and engaged for a few months. One accident changed everything.
