Poems and Possibilities

The Night is Young, So Are We.

He directed me to his house, a big house with a manicured lawn, and children yelling. "My family runs a daycare." He said.  "Ah. Goodbye, Micah." I said. He leaned over and tried to kiss me. I put my finger to his lips. "Uh-uh." I said. He smiled and pulled away reluctantly. "Well, make this boring then. School. I go to Eden. Where do you go?" He asked dully. "Same. I'm a sophomore." I said. "I'm a junior. Can I get your number?" He asked with a hint of excitement. "Mother said I need to make more friends so sure. I'll put it in your phone." I put my hand out for his phone. He handed it over, I took it typed in my number, saved it, and handed it back. "Are you sure we're just friends?" He smiled. "Ugh, whatever, goodbye Micah." I miffed. "I hope to see you tomorrow." He smiled.

As I soon as I got home and jumped in bed, I got a phone call. "Hello?" I said. "Hello, really glad to hear that you didn't give me a fake number." Micah said. "What's up?" I miffed. "Nothing much, what about you?" He asked.

We talked for hours. It was quite nice.

He made me happy.

I walked into school and saw Micah talking to some people. He looked over, smiled, winked, and kept chatting with his buddies. How come I never saw him here? Am I really that oblivious?

Later in the afternoon he sat with me at lunch. We were alone outside. "Hello gorgeous." He smiled, handing me a flower. "W-what? H-hi, thanks." I stuttered. "How are you?" He asked. "Fine, I guess. Don't you think it's a little weird for you to be with a sophomore? Hanging around one?" I asked. "Oh damn, I thought you got the idea." He said in disappointment. "What idea?" I asked. He smiled, "You are really oblivious. It's so cute." "Huh?" I furrowed my brows in confusion. He pecked my lips. Taking my hands into his, holding the flower between us. "Be my girlfriend." He said. "What, Micah! I'm flattered, but don't you think-" He put the flower in my mouth, and I pushed it away. "No I don't. Now stop playing around and answer me." He said with a little force. "Alright, alright. I will." I smiled. "You think you'll be free Friday?" He asked. "Yep." I said. "Good. Wear something more pretty than usual." He said. "What? What will we be doing?" I asked. "Each other, hopefully." He laughed. I raised my brow at him. "I'm kidding, love. It's a surprise. Nothing drastic I promise." He said, kissing my hand. "Okay." I said, leaning into him. He wrapped his arm around me, and sighed happily.

Wednesday night, I awoke to pressure on my bed near my waist. I jumped, pulled a knife, and turned on the light. "Who the hell... Micah? What the fuck are you doing?" I exclaimed, unsure if I should put the knife down. He had his hands up. "I just wanted to see you. School, and over the phone hasn't been enough for me. Now if you'll put the knife down, please." He said softly. I put it down. "If you couldn't tell I got in through the window." He said, throwing off his black trench coat, untying, and unzipping his combat boots. He jumped in bed next to me, tossing me over onto my side and he flopped on his. "You're so beautiful. I missed you so much. Kiss me." He said. I kissed him. "That was wonderful. You wear socks to bed?" He asked, looking down. "Yeah, every part of me manages to stay warm but my feet." I said. He pulled my legs closer, pulling my socks off at the toes, and he wrapped his big hands around them, warming them. "Your feet are so little and cute. I could just..." He started to tickle them. I squealed. "Micah!" I kicked, laughing. "You little fuck... Stop it! Eeeek!" Kicking him in the chest. "Micah... please, we can't be so loud. We'll wake my parents." I kicked him in the chest. "Oof. Owie. Okay, okay." He got his laughs out of it too. He laid on top of me, shifting his weight so he wouldn't crush me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We started kissing. His fingers crammed in my hair, and mine in his cinnamon brown hair. I was surprised he wasn't trying to cop a feel or pull off my pants. He pulled away, both of us panting. "Let's go." He panted. "Let's go? Where?" I asked. "The night is young, so are we, let us be one with the night. I promise to get you back safe." He said. He got off me, lacing up his boots, and throwing on his coat. "Come on, get dressed, I won't look." He covered his eyes, and walked into a corner of my room, knocking into a wall. "Shit. Fuck." He whispered in pain, standing in the corner. I giggled, and got dressed. White tank top, black long sleeve crop top, black jeans with my black high top converses. "Alright. Let's a go." I said. He turned around, removing his hands, and let out a soft whistle. "Mmm, girl. I mean I really preferred the lose top and no bra but you look amazing." He walked over, feeling my curves, starting from my behind to my breasts. I slapped his hands away. He laughed, "You didn't even let me squeeze em. Some girl you are." I gasped. "Mean butt." I slapped his arm. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I don't expect to be so easy about it. I'm glad your not. Shows you're a real pure soul." He smiled, pulling me in by my waist for a hug. "I love that." I smiled and snuggled into his chest. "Let's go." He crawled out my window. Jumping to the tree, swinging down from it, and jumping to the ground from there. "Micah, I don't know if I can do this." I said, looking down. "Yeah you can. You haven't even started and you're already wussing out on me. What kind of girl did I fall for?" He yelled up at me. "A goody two shoes, unfit, writer, kinda girl." I yelled back. "Good girls are just bad girls who haven't been caught." He yelled. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and jumped. I slipped off the tree, and started to fall. I fell right into his arms. "Hey, I got you." He smiled, pushing the hair out my face. "You're okay." I nodded and he put me down. "Let's go." He took off.