Love, Curly |M.J.|

Chapter 3

It's been a week since the incident with the witch. I will forever have a grudge against her because she caused me to miss out on ice cream.

Michael and my mother finally met. It was odd how she acted though. She made it seem like she had already knew him and it was a big deal.

Now I'm in the car with my mom and dad heading home from a retirement party at my dad's work for some dude named Jim. The car is silent as I stare at the disappearing trees.

"How about I bake cookies when I get home?" My mother speaks up. "Can I help?" I ask, not moving my eyes from the window. Her reflection in the side mirror perks up.

"Of course, you can!" She says, happily. I can tell she smiling. She hates when I go back to keeping to myself. I haven't done much of anything this week besides schooling and seeing Michael. He has came over everyday to make sure I was doing okay with math. He was trying to help with what he could, but he didn't know how to explain things very good. It was very sweet and he was trying to help me, so that is all that mattered.

Yesterday, Michael came over with ice cream from the little shop downtown, which was almost completely liquid by the time he got here. It's the cute thought that counts. We watched Sandlot, The Secret Garden, and many others. He's been super fun to hang out with. Dare I say even better than Sunny. Cause he can talk... although Sunny gets pretty mouthy at times.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts as the car's door is opened for me. "You coming out any time soon?" Michael laughs. Speak of the devil. More like angel, he couldn't hurt someone even if he tried.

I blush and then laugh, "I didn't realize we were already home." I undo my seatbelt. "Well, come on, I'm going to teach you to shoot a basketball." He points to the ball in his arm.

"Who said I don't know how?" I say smartly. He shrugs and grabs my hand to help me out and then drags me down the street to a little park. We walk to an empty basketball court.

"I should have probably changed out of this skirt first..." I knew jumping would be involved, so I would just have to be careful bot to flash anyone.

"It'll be alright, no ones around. Plus, I'm a gentleman; I won't look." I nod.

He let's go of my hand, "Here." He hands me the ball. "Try to throw it into the hoop." 

"Okay..." I say and then throw the ball, completely missing the net by like three feet to the right. "Yikes." I say as he gets the ball. He comes back and hands me the ball again.

"Try again. This time, add a little hop, like a bunny rabbit." Michael starts to jump around like one. I laugh at him.

"I can't, my skirt will come up." I remind him, catching my breath. He looks around, "Again, no one's here, I pinky promise with a cherry on top I won't look either." He sticks out his pinky. I hook mine with his, "Alright, I'll try."

Michael's P.O.V.

I'm not going to lie, I took a little sneak peek, but I couldn't help it because her skirt got caught in the waistband. She had shorts on underneath so it didn't really matter. It fell out the next time she jumped, so I didn't say anything. What she doesn't know, won't kill her.

Jadie throws the ball at me. "Think fast!"

I snap out of my thoughts and knock the ball away before it hits me. Years of living with older brothers have prepared me for this moment. "I think I just saw my life flash before me."

She giggles. "I'm tired of shooting. I can't make it."

"Come on! Just a few more times. Then you'll be able to play with my brothers."