Insomniac

Michael

unedited

☽m.16☾

You could learn a lot about someone based on the way they kissed, and what I learned about Sam was that despite her seemingly cute and innocent demeanor she was quite possessive- surprisingly so- even a little aggressive. Sam likes to leave marks she always had ever since the very first time we kissed. It was always teeth marks on my ears, hickies that seemed to bloom like angry flowers along my neck, or scratches on my shoulders. But the first time we kissed it wasn't a physical mark. No the first time we kissed it was like she left an imprint on my mind and heart. God, cheesy. What was wrong with me? But it was alarmingly true. She had this talent where she simuuntaneously built me up, but completely destroyed me on the inside. Her kind words? Built me up. But her kisses? Positively destructive. They ruined me. Ended me, and ended the Michael I was before. It was like everything that had ever happened in my life before her paled in comparison. Like BS (before Sam) and AS (after Sam). She spoke my name between this one kiss like it was something to be revered, in the same tone that you'd probably use if you were talking about the seventh wonder of the world. And when she said it: "Michael" it was like it solidified everything. Like it sealed the deal, and instituationalized the destruction she started inside of me. Something between my lungs just gave up, I was hers now-- completely-- even if she didn't know it. I think... I think I was in love with her-- that's when I first realized anyway.

"Michael, earth to Michael."

"Uh... what?" I looked up from the dark coffee swimming inside my mug.

"What's going on with you kid?" this from Theo who was seated across from me. It was weird sharing this booth at the diner with anyone else besides Sam. I was a loner, as well as a creature of habbit, and this surprise co-captain bonding Theo had sprung on me threatened both of those tendancies. I wasn't even really his co-captain anyway. There was only one captain, and it wasn't me.

"Sorry, I was spacing. Thinking I guess, something you probabaly don't do much of," I spoke in a jocular tone.

"Shutup dude."

"Theo, you know it's true. Your biceps are probably bigger than your brain, but you seem like you're coping well."

"I bet you twenty bucks, I know what you're thinking about," He declared before shoveling a fork of pancakes into his mouth. The diner stopped making breakfast food around noon, it was now three. But because of my ties with Sam, and the fact that Flo now wasn't only hitting on me, but Theo also-- at the same time-- I guess I had the hookup. I had some pull in this establishment now.

"Street cred," I had winked at Theo when he asked how.

But I'm sure by now even with his addled, steriod bombarded brain he could figure out it was because of Flo and Sam.

I rose an eyebrow in challenge.

"You're so into that waitress. Like completely infatuated."

I nodded my head like I was as impressed with him as he was with himself , "I bet," pausing I drained the last of my coffee, "you can't even spell infatuated."

He rolled his eyes, "Nevermind that you know I don't have that kinda cash."

"You don't have twenty bucks?" I asked around a grin.

"Not if you expect me to pitch in for the tab."

"Then why are you betting cash idiot?" I couldn't help but laugh, amused.

He shrugged, "Cause I'm confident in my bet, and I could use an extra twenty."

"And what was your bet?" I inquired eyes dropping.