The House Project

Chapter 5- A Walking Nightmare

I roll over and bump into something hard and warm, feels like a human, smells like a human, must be a human. My eyes fly open at this realization and I jump out of bed grabbing the nearest object to defend myself, a glass of water. I throw it on my attacker, who confusingly enough seems to be sleeping. He jolts awake spluttering, "what the hell was that for!" Someone yells... Sounds like Mike. "Oh my god! Sorry! I thought you were going to attack me." I say sheepishly. "Your gonna get it now" he says getting up and prowling towards me like a predator stalking its prey. "M Mike, I'm sorry, no need to do anything drastic" I say pleadingly, backing up until I hit the bathroom door. 

He lunges, grabbing my body and throwing it over his shoulder, and in that jolt I realize that I have a massive headache. "Mike put me down, my head hurts!" I wine into his back. "You should have thought of that before you attacked me, now its pay back time." He states. Before I can even get a grip on what he's doing he throws me into the shower and turns on the water, keeping it icy cold. I screech, which only makes the headache worse. He turns the water off and pulls me up. "Satisfied?" I ask grumpily. "Very" he replies with a grin. He hands me a towel, but not before noticing my attire. My once dark purple pj's are drenched to the bone, sticking to my body like a second skin. His eyes darken but he looks away quickly. 

I wrap the towel around my shivering body and walk over to the cabinet above the sink, grabbing the aspirin. I take out two and hand him one. "I hate you" I say, glaring at him. "Naw, you know you love me" he says with a wink. Laughing, I walk back out to my bedroom with him in tow, "we will have to take a cab to your house to get you some new cloths and my car" I say thoughtfully as I open up my closet. 'Okay, you get ready for the baby shower while I go make us breakfast." He says. I look over at him, "your going to cook breakfast... Half naked" I ask blushing. "It that a problem? I mean if your confused about me only being half naked, I could clear that up right away." He says, smirking and walking towards me. I look down at his plaid Calvin Klein boxers and then back up to his face."N No, that's fine. I say putting my hand on his chest and pushing him away. He laughs and walks out of my bedroom, closing the door behind him. Jerk. I hear Matt bark at him and shake my head, turning my attention back to the job at hand.

Looking in my closet I find the perfect outfit to wear. Tiffany had just bought it for me the other week in celebration that I had successfully decorated Mikes father's house. I had'nt even had a chance to wear it. She's such a great stylist, the outfit is a pair of white pants and a dark blue halter top with tiny silver stones at the top. Once dressed, I decide on a pair of white pumps, then, walking into the bathroom I curl my hair into tight little ringlets. I put on a little bit of makeup, but not to much, just enough to make my eyes and lips pop. 

With everything done, I walk out of my bedroom and follow the scent of eggs into the kitchen wear I see Mike at my stove, still in his boxers, making breakfast. He turns around to grab two plates but stops when he sees me. His eyes travel up and down my body before stopping at my face. "You look beautiful" he says, then realizing what he just said goes back to serving the eggs. I think a saw a hint of a blush on his cheeks, I smile. My happy mood does'nt last long though as my head starts to throb painfully, even after taking the aspirin. I moan, "Mike, does your head hurt as much as mine does?" I ask, taking the plate that he offers me and sitting down at my little round kitchen table. "Ya, my head hurts like a bitch..." he mutters, sitting down across from me. "But it was totally worth it." He says, winking. I laugh, " ya but now were hungover and we have to go to my sisters shower.." I say glumly. "Don't worry about it, Ill be there." He says smiling.

After we finished eating, which was surprisingly really good, Mike went and put his cloths from last night back on and we headed down to the lobby. I nodded my head in Georges direction, and this time he actually waved... did I do something last night? Well fuck...

"Isabella, hold on, let me call a cab" Mike says before I could step outside. "Right, we took a cab here last night didn't we?" I say, more to myself then anyone else. "Hi, could I get a cab sent to.." Mike says into the phone before walking outside to look at the street number. "1126 Gent Street?" Mike asks, walking back inside. He pulls the phone away from his ear and shoves it into the back pocket of his jeans. "You can still back out you know.." I tell him, looking out the window. For some odd reason I realized I was holding my breath, why should I care if he comes or not? 

I felt his hands on my shoulders, turning my body to face him. "Isabella, from what you have told me, this James guy sounds like a complete ass hole, and your sister and mother well..." He trails off. "The point is that I don't want you facing this alone. I want to be there to... to protect you." He finish's, letting go of my shoulders. I smile "thank you" I whisper. 

The cab rolls up to the doors and we both walk outside and into the back seat. The cab smells like cheap shampoo and cigars, wonderful. After Mike told the driver where to go, I looked out the window as the stores and buildings went flashing by. Less then 10 minutes later the cab pulls up to Mikes house. "Could you wait right here, we will be out in a few minutes." Mike says to the driver before throwing a couple bills at him.

 We both get out and walk up to his front door and he pulls out a key, unlocking it. The door opens and we both walk inside. "I hope you will like the furniture when it gets here." I say looking at the still bare living room. "I'll love it, and I've seen pictures." he reminds me before walking off into a room with all his cloths box's. A couple minutes later he walks back out in grey jeans and a black button up top. "Your not one for suits are you?" I ask thoughtfully as we exit the house and Mike locks up again. "Only when there are investors coming to the company, otherwise I like to be comfortable," He says with another wink before climbing back into the cab.

15 minutes later we arrive at my personal doom, my sisters house. Yes she has a house and I only have an apartment, apparently she needed somewhere to stay more then I did so mom bought half for her. What a bitch. With a deep breath I exit the cab after Mike. He grabs my hand, linking our fingers together. "What are you doing?" I ask, staring down at our linked hands. "It will give more of an impression if we really look like a couple." He says matter of factly, I blush. 

We walk up to the front door hand in hand and I ring the doorbell with a shaking finger. "Ready?" He asks, "ready" I reply, and someone answers the door with a gasp.

I know this ones REALLY short, but it seemed like a really nice cliff hanger (Evil face) so I decided to leave it at that. Hope you like it!

-LoveSucksAlways06