1990, January 14th.
The telephone rings, making me jump up from my little nap, since I haven't been able to sleep all night up until now.. just when I finally fall asleep.. ugh.
I stretch, yawning wide as I do, then leaning over the side of the bed to reach the telephone.
I pull it to my ear and feel the coldness of the plastic, causing me to gasp quietly.
"Hello?" I ask
"Hey belle"
I hear the sweet chimes of his voice and smile, it instantly soothes me.
"Hey Michael, what's up?"
I finally sit up in the bed, my back leaning on two pillows that are held up by the wall.
He sighs "I don't feel too good, I just thought I could call you, can you make me better?"
I giggle "aw Michael, I can't do anything about that but I'm sure a doctor can"
He laughs, but it wasn't the same as his usual laughs. He doesn't sound happy, at all.
"You really don't feel good huh?"
"Hm. I can't go to the doctor, every doctor I see I'm afraid of, even you know that"
"Well you better stop complaining boy, because ain't no body got time, just go, it'll be fine. I promise" I reassure him, hearing him snigger a little.
"No" he drags out innocently, I can imagine his adorable smile in my head as he talks.
"Changing the topic, sorry, how's your mother, I haven't seen her in a very long time?"
"Ohh she's good, yea, that reminds me that I'm supposed to ask you to- well I'm going to see her and my brothers next week and we were wondering if you wanted to come, if your not busy of course"
My face lights up. In the click of a finger I'm in a happy mood.
"Michael i would love too, thank you so much for inviting me, I can't wait to see all them, I miss them"
"Me too... I miss you too" he says softly
"Michael I only live around half an hour away from you, and you came over yesterday" I laugh, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and pulling the blankets further up to my neck.
"I know. But i still miss you"
I lick my lips and tilt my head at his sweetness "I miss you too, your welcome to come over any time Michael"
"I can?"
"Yea" I laugh, is he serious? "Michael your my best friend, gee"
I feel his smile just through the electricity of the phone.
He seems different though, he sounds happy, but it's not his very happy self, he either really isn't feeling good or something's happened..
"Oh. Um. Can I come over now?"
"Sure! Of course, you can come anytime Michael, okay?"
"Thank you. Are you sure you want me to come over because you might catch my illness and-"
"Michael. I don't care about catching an illness, just come over"
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