You Are My...

Part 9

Summer is slipping away from me and I can't keep up. It's been just over a week since school ended but it feels as if it has only been a day or two. But this summer is different, I'm not just spending time by myself drinking tea and reading books. Yes, I'm still a loser. But at least I'm a loser with someone. Michael and I have been out almost every day/night this week, only missing time together if we had to. There wasn't much to do in this town though, so most of the time we just went for walks. It sounds boring, but I really was happy with it. It was relaxing, but still so much fun in a wierd way. As I sit here on my couch by myself in my home, I feel the happiest I've been in a while, I'm content. Not that I was sad before, that's not it. My life was just more boring without him. A knock at the door snaps me out of my thoughts, and I jump up to go answer it. To my disappointment, when I open the door I don't see Michael. It's just a door to door sales guy sweating from the heat trying to scam people. When he starts talking, I'm not listening to him at all. To be honest I'm not even sure why I still had the door open, but there I stood somewhat pretending to listen to the stranger. He was a decent looking guy, he had a broad build to him, tall and tan, jet black hair. But for some reason, even though I knew he was hot he just wasn't hot through my eyes. Looking beyond the guy at my door now, a vibrant flame catches my eye. I blinked to shake my fogged up and lazy brain, and saw Michael walking up my driveway with bright orange/red hair. The guy at my door is still talking, and now he seems really loud and I just want him to shut up. I hear Michael stomp up the steps.
"Who the hell is-" Michael doesn't finish his sentence when he notices the clipboard in the guy's hand, and he has finally shut up.
"Sorry man, I'm just doing my job." He shrugs. Michael doesn't respond, just frowns a little and looks at his feet. I politely get rid of the guy and send him off to the next house with a water bottle. When he's gone, I look at Mikey who is still staring at the ground.
"Mikey, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." He mumbles and kicks a rock off of the top step. I give a look that says "I know something is wrong", but I don't know why because he still isn't looking at me anyways.
"We'll are you going to come in?" I ask him.
"Yeah, sure."

...

Michael is already sitting on the edge of my bed, and I close the door a little leaving it a little open. I think my mom is napping but if she woke up and saw my door closed and then saw his shoes when she got downstairs, she would have fifty fits or would listen at our door. Yes, she's that kind of parent. He isn't being as short, and he's smiling again.
"I didn't expect you coming over yet." I state, which he might already know by looking at my pajamas that I'm still in.
"Yeah, I know."
"Miss me too much?" I joke with him to lighten the mood that feels a little heavy again. He slightly chuckles at the dumb question that was my miserable attempt at a joke. He doesn't say anything, but I hold my stare letting him know that I wanted the answer to the unsaid question. ("Why did you come over?") surprise visits are fine, don't get me wrong. But usually he texts me and we wait until after noon.
"Alright, I came over because..." He pauses.
"Because I saw the guy at your door but I didn't know that he was just a sales guy. I know, it's lame and I felt like an idiot when I saw the clipboard."
"Well what did you expect? That I had a secret love life or something?" I laugh at the stupidness of that idea. Not a word comes from him, and his expression is blank. I guess he doesn't think it's all as funny as I do.
"Mikey?" I verbally nudge him.
"It's just that you're a beautiful girl who a lot of guys would love to have and he wasn't considered unattractive to most people." He blurts finally. I'm flattered by his words, but shocked too.
"Thanks, Mikey. But do you really think that I'm interested in anyone else but you?" I respond and move closer to him so the our knees are touching and our legs are slung over the side of my bed.
"No... I guess I'm just afraid."
"There's nothing to be afraid of, Mikey. I promise."
"But there is, Alisson. I'm just a normal guy who is boring, irrelevant to most people, and not the most attractive at all. Why would you pick me if another guy were to come along." His words sting me in a different kind of way.
"Because, Mikey. You're special to me." He doesn't say anything, and he's looking down but I see an extremely, extremely small smile on his plump red lips. After several seconds of silence pass, he finally raises his head and looks at me. He lifts his hand up to my face to push some of my hair behind my ear gently. I look away, and I stand up. I walk over to the door and close it. The chances of my mom waking up any time soon are slim, and I'm willing to take the risk. I will hear her door open anyways. When the door is closed I run back over to him and smash my lips on to his. He immediately kisses back, moving his hands down to firmly grab my hips. I lace my fingers in his now firey hair, and push him down so he's on his back against my mattress. I've kissed him countless times before, but never like this. To be honest I'm not sure where my confidence came from to even be the one to start a steamy make out session. Eventually I pull my lips off of his, and then gently lower my head back down to place one more kiss on his lips.
"I like your hair." I whisper to him.