Morphine

Chapter Sixteen

Michael the Fourth woke up extremely happy. He was going on his second date with Mercedes Catherine. He'd had girlfriends before but he really thought she could be the one.

She was exactly the kind of girl he could see himself marrying and settling down with, making a family with. He was kind of jealous of his little brother for getting to live out his fantasy. He knew it wasn't Malcolm's fault he was able to marry his girl and have children so early but he also knew that without it, Michael never would have met her and he'd never want to live in a world where that was a possibility.

He showered and brushed his teeth, humming to himself songs he thought she'd like since she liked Christmas songs so much. She told him some of her favorite songs and she had eclectic taste.

But her all time favorite holiday was Christmas so he was sure any Christmas song would be her favorite.

He went back to his room to pull on clothes and started envisioning a life with her. They'd live somewhere sunny because she didn't like the cold. They'd have a big house with plenty of room because family meant the world to the both of them and they'd want visitors.

They'd have at least three kids and a dog. She had told him she had a dog when she was younger but it'd gotten sick after her mother died and she hadn't gotten another one. He knew she missed both.

He gathered his things to go downstairs. In his heart of hearts, he wanted to dance and he felt she would support him. Just like he supported her dream of singing and in his wildest dream, they both would be doing what they loved.

He blew out a breath as he sat his things in the living room and continued to the kitchen. If only.

M-

Karen stared at Marceline Anne. "You're not funny."

"I'm not joking."

"Why would I go out with Chase without you?"

"Because I'm not trying to date him. Malcolm might have a problem with that."

"Ha ha ha! Very cute! Why are you like this?!"

"Me?! Why are you like this?! It's just a date!"

"You've never been on a date!"

"For what? All I want is sex. Why should I waste my valuable time suffering through a dinner with some idiot when all I want is for him to put his mouth on my genitals?"

Karen smirked. "Does Malcolm put his mouth on your genitals?"

"He does a damn fine job."

"Ooh!"

"Don't get any ideas."

"Too late! I'm wondering if Chase can give an orgasm."

"Probably. He looks like he'd at least try to find your G-spot."

Karen blushed. "Don't talk about my boyfriend!"

"Oh? He's your boyfriend now?"

"Stop looking at me." Karen burned.

Marceline Anne rolled her eyes and kept looking for the boys. "At least think about sleeping together during the holiday."

"Marcy?!" Karen hissed.

"Oh come on! You'll be in a different country without your parents. It's time."

"We just met!"

"I didn't even know Malcolm's name when we first had sex."

"What?!" Karen turned to her wide-eyed.

"There they go. Come on."

Karen stopped her from moving. "You really didn't know his name?"