You Are My...

Part 7

I am woken up by someone shaking my gently, and my room is still pitch black.
"Bye Alisson, I'm leaving now. Te amo." My dad says.
"Bye... te amo." I respond before he leaves my room, shutting the door behind him and I fall back asleep.

...

I wake up to sun beaming through my curtains, and roll over to grab my phone. "Michael (2)" it reads.
"Good morning, beauty :)" the first text reads, and I smile to myself. Good start to the day.
"Do you want to go for a walk or something?"
"Yeah, sure :) I respond and get out of bed and in to the shower to begin getting ready.

...

An hour later, Michael is knocking at my door and I'm not ready. I quickly start running the brush through my hair as I run to the front door.
"Hey." I say.
"Hey." He chuckles at my frantic state.
"Come in." I say and slam the front door shut and start running around doing my last minute get ready routine.
"I'll be like 2 minutes!" I yell to him.
"It's ok, take your time babe." He says back loud enough for me to hear, and I can hear the smirk on his face. I melt a little at his choice in name. I dig through my makeup bag in search for mascara and end up just dumping the whole thing out on to the counter. I layer on a coat or two of mascara before running down the stairs as carefully as possible. I quickly put on my shoes and then stand up to face him.
"Alright. I'm ready." I sigh.
"Okay babe." I can hear his chuckle a little, his Adam's apple prominent. He puts his index finger under my chin and slowly lifts my head up so our eyes meet. He doesn't do anything, he just looks right at me, in a soft kind of way. I raise up on to my toes, and turn my head slightly to gently kiss his lips. His hands move to my back ever so gently, just to hold me. I lower back down flat on my feet, and he looks at me the same way he did only moments ago, but this time he's slightly smiling.
"Are you ready to go now?" I whisper.
"Yes, because it was me that was holding us up." He laughs, and I playfully smack him before leaving the house and locking the front door behind me.

...

We end up going to a cafe and getting iced coffees because it was boiling hot out. We walked up and down all different kinds of streets, talking about nothing and laughing about everything. Hand in hand, of course. And before I know it, the sun is starting to fall below the horizon, the sky turning beautiful shades of orange and yellow. We sat at the top of a hill, where no one could bother us. The sun continued to fade away, the sky darkening as we chatted away the hours.
"It's already getting dark, today really flew by." I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket to check the time. When I pressed the lock button to light up my phone, my stomach dropped. Not because of the time that read "10:03PM", but because of the countless missed calls and text messages from my mother. I hadn't told her that I went out today.
"Oh, shit." I say.
"What?" Mikey says, looking a little worried, concerned.
"I gotta call my mom, one second." I immediately phone my mom, a little nervous about what she will say when she picks up the phone.
"Alisson?! Thank god so finally got a hold of you! Where are you?! What happened?! Are you okay?!" She basically yells in to the phone, and I look over at Michael who is just looking at me with an expression that said "oh shit".
"Yes, mom. I'm fine. I'm sorry I didn't reply to you, I guess my phone was on silent, but I didn't know. Sorry. I'm just out with..." I pause, because by the beginning of this sentence Mikey is looking at me with a worried expression.
"With who?!" My mother somewhat yells in to the phone.
"Michael..." I reluctantly say, and Michael's expression just drops. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't lie. She knows I don't hang around anyone else.
"Get home. Right now." She snaps, and then hangs up.
"Alisson... No...." He says.
"What? What was I supposed to say?!" I snap back.
"I didn't mean to set you off like that, sorry." He mumbles.
"No... It's ok. Sorry, but seriously what was I supposed to do?" I soften up my tone.
"Tell her the truth. It's just that now I look like the bad guy." He looks down at the grass, and I stand up.
"I'll deal with her later. I'll figure it out. But I really have to be getting home now Mikey." I say.
"Alright..." He gets up and laces our fingers together once again before we begin to head home.