One Night

A day out (chapter 2)

It was cold out, colder then any of the other days this week. I held my coat snug to my body. Autumn was coming, it showed through the ever changing leaves on the trees. The danced in the chill air in oranges, yellows,reds, and browns. This was the weather I loved though. When the leaves soak up the fall showers and litter the streets with cakes on composed. The rain from the night before was the same rain that had soothed me to sleep. And now here was what remains. The wet pavement and deep puddles. My shoes scraped across said pavement leaving a small mark on the work. My very person leaving an even bigger mark in history. I took out a cig and lit it between my lips. The smile danced about my eyes as I made my wau down the street to a familiar coffee shop. It was the meeting place my dear friend had suggested on our day of from rehearsals. I tossed my cig and crushed it under my foot and I walked in, the sound of bells was heard as the door swung open. As it closed behind me I searched the small cafe searching for a familiar face. And there sat in the corner was none other than Mike Joyce. His dark in contrast to his fair skin. His eyes focused on his cup which steamed and brewed before him. The cafe was filled with the sound of Paul McCartney singing 'Silly love songs'. I made my way to Mike and took the seat opposite him. He looked up at me with a smile.
"Hi Andy" he said. Cracking a toothy grin. I loved it so.
"Hi Mike, sorry I'm a bit late" he shook his head sitting a closer to the end of his seat.
"No need to be sorry, I was a bit early myself" I nodded.
"So, I know I just saw you a couple of hours ago but, how are you?" He looked down warmly at my hands that lay on the table. He slid a hand over mine that was hidden by his mug out of view of the judgement eyes of the rest of the costumers of the shop. His hand ran over my own sending a chill down my spine and my heart racing.
"Good now that you are here" he spoke in a whisper. I flipped my hand so our figures could hook and I could run my thumb over his knuckles.
"You always know what to say, don't you Joyce?" I smiled down out our intertwined hands and then into his loving eyes. "Why don't we get out of here?" I suggested giving his hand a squeeze. He nodded and finished off his cup of coffee. I stood waiting as he grabbed his coat and we made our way out the door back into the crisp air. I looked to him as he flipped his collar up.
  "Lets go, I know a pretty park you'll like" we walked in silence. Once in awhile I'd give him a playful bump. A pump back. He'd try and suppress a smile. I gave him a quick kiss to his cheek just so he'd look at me. His eyes were so beautiful. I didn't want them to ever look away. The thought of getting caught was far to great though.
  We made our way along grey streets with the new pop of fall orange and red. Mike looked at me with a mischievous smile.
  "Mike you better not!" He bent  down and grabbed a hand full of the wet leaves. "Don't you dare Joyce!!" I ran down the street as Mike chased after me with the mass of leaves. Laughs escaped me as I was cornered around a tree no way to escape. I hid behind it. Trying to keep it between him and I.
  "I'm going to get you Rourke!" He said going left. I ran right. Catching on to my game he stoped and went right catching me in a leave hug. I pushed him against a tree in a fact of pay back. He made a fake winded sound as I pushed him back against it still holding him tight to my chest "gotcha didn't I" he chuckled holding me tight. We stood still for a moment catching our breathes and letting out giggles once in a while to release the adrenaline. He sighed into my neck. "Hey Andy?" My heart sped up once more. Fear filled my heart.
  "Yes Mike?" What could he possibly say?Maybe he didn't want to be my friend anymore? I'd die if he said that. Perhaps he was going to tell me he was leaving the band? Who could replace him? No one.
  "Can I tell you something? And you can't get mad" I looked into his eyes. He looked scared but at the same time at ease. I nodded. "I-I-Andy, I think I'm in love with you" my heart stopped. Was this a joke? Toying with my heart, my feelings possibly? If so it was t funny "I can understand if you don't feel the same. Or that you don't want to change what we have together. Completely understandable-"
"Mike! Stop! You idiot, I love you too!" He smiled at this.
  "Really?!" I grinned ear to ear. Quickly I closed the space between us. His lips melted into mine. It was a sweet and tender kiss not one of need or lust. And I cherished it so much.
  "I love you so much Mike, so much" he held me to him tightly. He was warm and calming. And for the first time in forever I felt safe.