The Other Side of the Story

Chapter 23

“What are you thinking about princess?” Micale asked. We were at my house. He cooked for me and Becky since Reed was invited to attend a conference in Paris and my parents were out on a business trip.

“I’m thinking of when you asked me to prom.” I whispered. We were watching Anastasia. We sat at the love seat while Becky was sprawled on the sofa.

“Don’t remind me.” He grumbled, blushing lightly.

“It was sweet though.” I leaned up to give him a kiss.

“Please! STOP THAT!! SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO ACTUALLY WATCH THE MOVIE!” Becky shouted and threw a pillow at my face.

“Sorry.” I muttered as she grumbled some things that I didn’t catch. She was annoyed with us but Micale didn’t care.

“It’s getting late Mi. You should get home now.” I stood up pulling him to me.

“I asked your parents if I could stay the night since you’re only girls and you need the big guy in the house and they said yes as long as no funny business.” He said.

“Ok. You almost own the room next to Reed’s. My parents actually think of you as their son and you’re best friends with my brother!” I made signs with my hands.

“I’m actually preparing them for when we’re married.” He whispered. That got me to stop. I haven’t thought about that. “Hey, it was a joke. Lighten up.” He shook me a little. I gave a little laugh and excused myself saying I was tired.

I didn’t mean to react that hard to Micale’s statement but I never thought about marriage. I barely thought about love and here’s the bomb saying that he was preparing my parents for when we got married?

There was a knock on the door. “Come in.” I shouted.

“Hey princess, that was a joke. Don’t get angry at me.” Micale said as he closed the door.

“It’s not that. I was just surprised, you know? I barely thought about love and now you say marriage! I have too much baggage to ever think of tying anyone down.” I said.

“Hey, don’t think too much.  I’m sorry. Come here.” He held out his hand and I crawled to him.

“It’s not your fault. Sorry.” I sat on his lap and gave him a kiss.

“What is your baggage anyway? The way you spoke about it was the same way you spoke when we fought about life months ago.”

“It’s nothing.” I tried to brush it off but Micale wouldn’t have any of it.

“Lavender do you trust me?” He asked suddenly throwing me off guard.

“I do. Why do you ask?” I eyed him suspiciously.

“Then tell me!” He demanded.

“Micale I want to but I can’t. I trust you but that issue is something I’m not prepared to talk about.” I tried explaining it.

“Lavender I don’t know if I’m just reading too much into this but are you sure you’re trying?” He asked.

“I am! Why? Am I lacking anything?” I was mad. How dare he question my trust when he wouldn’t even tell me where he lives.

“No, I’m not. But no matter what I do I can’t seem to shake off the feeling that you’re just waiting for something to go wrong in our relationship. Is that why you said you’re going to try? Because you’re waiting for me to make a mistake?” He didn’t wait for my answer and left.

After thinking and doing nothing in my room I went down. “Hey Becs. Where’s Micale?” I asked.

“I don’t know what happened between the both of you but you better fix it. He said he’ll go home and to heat up the food he cooked.” She munched on the popcorn with her eyes fixated on the television, humming along the song.