Bus Stop ~ mgc

baby?

Navi

I woke up in the middle of the night because the lightning was getting louder. I thought Michael had gone to his room for good but when I sat up he was at the bottom of the couch, sound asleep. As I sat up a loud crack went through the room and all the lights were out. I sat still and then realized that the power probably wasn't coming back on right away. I admit I'm scared of the dark. I hate it there is nothing good about the dark. I crawled down the couch until I hit Michael and I shook his shoulder.

"Michael, the powers out" he groaned
"Okay and what?" I could see his face because I was close enough to him.
"I hate the dark" he rubbed his eyes
"I'll hold you"
"Can you?"
"Yeah sure but can you move so I can lay down on the couch?" I moved down and I watched him shuffle around and get comfortable, he held up the blanket for me to get in beside him. I crawled under and I was facing him. His eyes closed as soon as the covers went over me. His legs wrapped up with my own. Felt so nice but the darkness was distracting.

"Michael, distract me please" I whispered and he looked at me through half open eyelids. His hand that was on my hip ran up my back under my shirt. He hummed and tried to put me to sleep.
"It's not working" he sighed and finally just leaned down and kissed me. So lazily and so slow, but it was nice. It took my mind off of it. He pulled back
"When you close your eyes to kiss me there's darkness, you aren't afraid of the dark. You are afraid of what you think is in it but it's really just you and I" he whispered against my lips
"Okay, I understand but just kiss me please till I fall asleep"
He didn't say another word as he kissed me again. I brought my hand up and cupped his face, I untangled myself from his legs and swung it over his hip. Pulling him so close to myself. I don't know exactly when I fell asleep but I did.

I woke up and Michael's forehead was against my own and he was still asleep. I tried to sleep again but no point in it. His alarm blared obnoxiously through the house. I watch as his face scrunches together and he removes his hand from my back to rub his eyes. He looks right at me and we sit there for a minute like that.

"Get up" he says and I listen to him even though I'm highly comfortable
"Your breath smells"
"Yeah well you gotta go home to brush yours so"
I groan
"Oh man! You're right! Please get ready and come with me"
He was already in his room and I followed him. He was slipping on black skinny jeans.
"I'm trying to"
"Thank you" I turned away from him and sat at the counter waiting. He came out fully ready and he looked the same but he's so hot

We walked out without talking. We walked down the street and he was on his phone and smoking a cigarette. When we reached my house he wasn't very interested in my house like I was when I first seen his. I ran to my bedroom to dig through my closet and wasn't paying any mind to the nosey Michael behind me.

"Wear that" he pointed at a striped crop top that ties in the front
"With that" he pointed at ripped skinny jeans
"And then those black heels"
I thought it was cute so I just started undressing and slipping on clothes.
"I have work for the next like 8 hours don't get me worked up. Warn me next time" I scoffed at him
"Oh hush you would've looked anyway"
"That would've been my fault but this time it's yours" I didn't even say anything back and went to brush my teeth and do my hair. I took it out of the bun and tried to slick it back. Michael was watching and decided he wanted to help this thick mess of curls. He took the brush and actually did quite well. I left it that way because it was cute watching him play with my hair.

We left and headed straight to the bus stop. I loved heels and it made me almost go over his shoulders. He wasn't paying attention to me as he smoked another cigarette. I pulled out my phone and opened the camera to apply lipstick. Before I even got my lipstick on I noticed a tiny hickey below my jaw.
"Michael" I said in almost a growl
"What?" He looked at me
"I have a hickey!"
"My bad"
I groaned and just applied the lipstick. For heavens sake.

We got on and he sat somewhere else. A guy sat beside me and started a conversation about the Bible with me. Since I carry it around. He wasn't much older than me, white guy and he was kind of good looking.
"On another note that isn't the Bible, you look beautiful"
"Awe thank you"
"Are you doing anything tonight or maybe tomorrow evening? I could give you my number" I was about to answer when I caught a glimpse of Michael moving to the seat behind us.
"What did you have in mind?" I knew he was bound to interrupt
"Dinner and more bible talk"
He leaned forward and put his hands on our seat
"Hey buddy what's your name?" Michael asked cheerfully
"Adam"
"Like Adam and Eve?"
Adam nodded
"This is my friend Michael"
"Michael Clifford"
Michael said right after that and I finally learned his last name.
Adam nodded smiling at me still completely unphased.
"I know you see that"
Adam looked at Michael
"What?"
"That hickey"
Adam looked at it and I flushed red.
"Wanna know who gave it to her?"
Adam scoffed but looked back at Michael
"Me, I gave it to her so let's not do dinner maybe a little meet up for coffee or maybe even bible reading group but no dinner"
I rolled my eyes and mouthed sorry to the guy. He didn't seem to fazed by Michael which may not be a good thing.
"I'll give you my number it's fine" he put his number in my phone and got off the bus. Michael took his spot.

"That was so uncalled for, dinner is just dinner"
"Dinner is stupid and overrated. Dinner also lead to what is on your neck"
I punched his arm
"Can you not?"
He chuckled and leaned into my face
"Can I get one next?" I pushed him back
"Michael" I scolded him
He got off and I seen a glimpse of his friend looking at me. More examining me and I smiled at him.

My phone dinged and

mikey: you didn't answer
reply: answer what?
mikey: can I get a hickey?
reply: aren't you to be working?
mikey: yeah
mikey: but I want one of those too
reply: they are just little bruises
mikey: no they are hickeys.
reply: you are such a pain
mikey: come on. I know you're good at it
reply: you assume
mikey: so maybe you aren't good at it
reply: maybe or maybe not
mikey: I wanna know baby

I read that over and over

reply: baby?
mikey: hm?
reply: no you called me baby I'm not calling you baby
mikey: ohh and what about it
reply: I don't know
mikey: you're probably bright red over that nickname huh baby?

I couldn't even answer but he changed the subject.

mikey: you coming over tonight?
reply: can I stay the night?
mikey: do you want to?
reply: I guess so
mikey: there's your answer then

I didn't reply back as I got off at my stop. He makes me feel like a teenager running away with the guy her parents warned her about. My parents aren't judgmental but Michael is a piece of work. I sighed as I walked into my class, I could hear the questions now.