The Red Balloon [Heavy Editing]

3 .

❝I wished I had missed, the first time that we kissed.❞

- Jar Of Hearts (Christina Perri)

Amethyst Hayes

"Are you sure you're alright?" Michael's voice boomed from the living room.

I rolled my eyes as I brought out two bowls of cheerios. "Yes, I'm fine Michael, really."

He didn't seem too convinced, but for the time being he stopped asking. Atleast for a minute.

"What happened?"

"That's none of your concern." I replied icily, sitting down on the couch beside him and grabbing my bowl of cheerios.

"Does it have anything to do with the note?"

"What note?" I feigned innocence, muching on a mouthful of cheerios. He flinched, "Amethyst."

"That's me."

"When will you learn that I really want to help you get through this?" Michael asked, pinching the bridge of his nose as he relaxed against the couch.

"And when will you learn that I really don't need your help anymore?" I snorted, and ate another spoonful of cheerios. He groaned in frustration, standing up.

"Amethyst-"

"That's me."

He pointed his finger at me, then flung his arms over his head. I had to say, I really enjoyed annoying him. "Obviously something is wrong. And you're just not willing to get over that damn bridge. Anyone can notice that. You don't open up to people anymore, not that I would know but I can imagine you being happy, smiling like you did when we ran to Smith's."

I flinched. Okay maybe it wasn't fun annoying him, because he was getting on my nerves. "Michael I-"

"That's me." He interjected, smiling crazy as if he won something in a carnival. I rolled me eyes, "I don't need your help, because I'm fine wherever I am at now. Whether I was an open person or not- people change, okay Michael? So just deal with it."

"You don't know how serious this situation is. You were loosing it last night. Not everyone would have these problems if something hasn't happened to them." Michael said through gritted teeth.

"Not everyone. Apparently I'm one of those few people."

"Can't you just let me help you?!"

"And why in the world will you fucking care Michael? We only met three days ago and now your trying to interject in my personal business?"

That seemed to shut him up. He glared at me for a few moments, before grabbing his keys and jacket, storming off. I recoiled at the sound of him slamming the door, and my eyes trailed along with him from the window as he power-walked back to his house; which was next to mine.

I shook my head, appetite suddenly gone as I stood up and grabbed his untouched bowl of cereal. That's when I noticed his phone stuffed below a pillow on the couch to the far side. Placing the bowls back down I went over and grabbed his device.

If Michael knew that much about me, then how come I knew zero additional information about him? My frown only deepened at the thought, and my thumb was about to slide the unlock button when the lock screen picture caught my attention. It was a young boy- probably the young version of Michael, with his mother, and a handsome looking male smiling right at the screen.

The man held a smile that was identical to Micheal's, and his looks were pretty much alike as well. My mouth formed an 'o' when I realized; it was his father. How come Michael never mentioned of his dad? How come I've never seen him, or was it mainly because his father was out on a business trip? Suddenly I felt hesitant to invade Michael's property, but soon the feeling dissolved into curiousity.