The Truth

Week 4: Friday

Luckily the rest of the week has been uneventful, I mean I have gone out of my way to avoid all the guys. Avoiding Mikey was hard and didn't really happen, which is why I'm so nervous about our date tonight.

Bree is staring at me from the living room. "Are you going to grab anything from the fridge?" she asks while bringing my attention to her. "Huh?" I question, then realize I'm standing in front of the fridge with the door open. Awkwardly I close it and try to play the whole thing off since I have no idea how long I was standing like that. "I was hot," I comment. Bree raises her eyebrow at me but doesn't say a word. She then simply leaves the room to go to her bedroom. I take that as my que to leave.

As I gather my things and walk towards the door, I hear my name being called. I turn slowly towards Bree and see her standing there with a pair of cowboy boots in her hand. "Are you going to leave without shoes on?" she questions with a smirk on her lips. I glance down and see only socks on my feet. I'm really turned around about this. As she walks over to me and sets the boots down, I try to hide my embarrassment.

"Maybe you shouldn't go," Bree suggests. I look back at her and find her expression to be full of concern. "It's Mikey. He's one of my closest friends and you have no idea how excited he was for this," I tell her. "Mel, what about your happiness?" she counters.

I step outside and wish I would've worn something warmer. I didn't realize it was going to be a little chilly tonight, considering I'm in a dress that ends above my knee and has little to nonexistent sleeves.  However, I see Mikey getting out of his car while I'm walking down the stairs. He steps walking the moment his eyes land on mine. I must admit he's very handsome.

"Right on time," I say while finally standing in front of him. He smiles before telling me, "Always." Then he softly places a kiss on my cheek. I ignore the fact that I have no butterflies, not even when he places his hand on the small of my back to walk to his car.

Oh dear.

"There's a lot of people here," I comment as we're walking into the entrance of the bar. "Why do you sound so surprised?" he asks while shooting me a smile. I laugh a little and reply, "I don't think I need to answer that." Mikey grabs my hand as we're now surrounded by people.

"Drink first or dancing?" he asks over the music by getting closer to me. I glance around, and it looks like everyone knows the moves to the songs, so I reply quick with, "Drink first." He nods his head and pulls me closer to him as he makes his way to the bar counter.

Three drinks later I have a lot more confidence to dance with Mikey now. I grab his hand while he's mid sip and drag him to the floor. I hear him laugh and soon we're against each other. At first, I watch the people around me and Mikey helps to show me. I find myself joining in anyway and can't help the smile on my face. At this point I don't care how stupid I look, because I'm here having an amazing time. After a couple of songs, a slow one comes on and I find myself in his arms.

"Tonight, you look the happiest you've been in a while," Mikey voices. I look into his eyes and comfort feels me. "Thanks to you, my best friend," I tell him. I know it's happening, and I can easily allow it to happen, except this feels wrong deep down. As Mikey leans in to kiss me I can't help but turn my head away. I let go of him and step back. "I'm sorry," I say right before moving through the crowd to exit the building.