Morphine

Chapter Four

Malcolm frowned when they stopped outside a blue house. "Who lives here?"

"Someone I think you need to see." Michael turned off his car, Rhonda.

Malcolm groaned. "Please tell me you're not trying to set me up! I have enough to deal with, with the guys doing it!"

"Who said it was a girl?" Michael unlocked the doors.

"Are you trying to set me up with a dude?! I haven't given up hope!"

Michael's lips twitched. "Just get out."

Malcolm groaned heavily before getting out. Michael got out, too and locked the doors behind him.

They walked up the walkway and Michael pressed the doorbell. It took a minute but a small, plump Hispanic woman answered the door. "¿Sí?"

"Hola." Michael waved with a nervous smile, hoping he had the right house. "We're looking for Mercedes Catherine and Marceline Anne."

Malcolm looked at him sharply as she nodded with a smile. "¡Sí! ¡Sí! Come in!"

The boys entered and she showed them where to put their outside gear. She led them upstairs as they looked around the tastefully decorated home.

She knocked on a purple door. "Señorita Mercy? You have-"

The door flew open and there she was. She took Michael's breath away. "Hi! Come in! He's for Marcy, Mrs. Gonzales! Come on, Michael!"

Michael stepped inside her room and she hurried to shut her door.

Malcolm found all this suspect. How did Michael know her sister? He didn't even know she had a sister. This was suspicious.

Mrs. Gonzales knocked on the green door. "Señorita Marcy? You have company."

A moment later the door opened. Marceline Anne's eyes widened when she saw him.

"Have a good visit." Mrs. Gonzales smiled at both before going downstairs.

Neither heard her as they stared at each other. Both drank in each other's appearance as if it'd been years instead of weeks since they'd last seen each other.

Suddenly he moved forward and wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips to hers, backing her into her room then kicking the door shut with his foot.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed closer. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He drew back, breathing raggedly. "Bed?"

She jerked her head in the direction of the four post canopy bed and fused her mouth to his.

He walked over to the bed and just tipped over, both of them falling in. Then there was no more talking.

M-

"I don't hear anything." Mercedes Catherine listened at the door.

Michael was busy looking around her room. She had bookcases filled with books and music, she had a large desk with a computer and printer and small flatscreen TV on it, she had tons of stuffed animals and pillows, she had a keyboard set up by a bookcase, she had a sofa and chairs set up with tables by a large window.

Her room was great. Her walls were white with purple details and her name was written on the wall behind her bed, which was a large four post canopy bed piled high with pillows.

She had two purple nightstands by her bed. One had an eyeglass case and an alarm and the other held a book and a pillcase. She had two doors, one lilac and the other royal purple. The lilac door was open and he could see a bathroom.