Find My Way Back

Chapter 13 - Michonne

Chapter 13 – Michonne

"Studying hard?"

"Hm?"

"I just... You had your head down like you were really studying hard. But, on second glance it looks like you were actually... sleep?"

"Sorry, hey. I'm just so tired, and I'm on antibiotics for a sinus infection. I'm a mess." Removing my glasses, I lift my head from the pages of my textbook that I apparently decided to take a nap in, and rub at my weary eyes.

Taking a seat in front of me at the table, Mike sets his cup of coffee and backpack down. "Ouch. Those always seem to get you around this time of year don't they? Allergies acting up too?"

"Yeah. And I need to study for a test on Monday. So, that mixed with antibiotics, and Bendaryl, along with it just being a really long and shitty day are threatening to do me in. What are you doing here so late?" I ask on a yawn, sitting up to stretch my fatigued body and stiff muscles.

"Same. You know I'm a night owl. And I wanted to get some stuff done before the Kappa Kostume ball tomorrow night. Remember?"

"Oh yeah. You guys always throw the best parties." I nod with a slight grin to my lips, remembering how true that statement is. Last year I went with Mike to his frat's annual Halloween party, the Kappa Kostume ball, and we dressed up as M&Ms. Corny, but appropriate, and of course we didn't just do the regular rounded costume candies one would expect. His mother Jacqui, who is a pretty dope seamstress, whipped up a cool red suit with the 'M' for Mike, suit coat, top hat, cane and all. And a green, princess like, wedding style dress for me. Basically we looked like we were getting married, as M&Ms. It was cute, and we partied so hardcore that night, and into the next morning, that we crashed at his apartment and didn't even attempt coming up for air the following Sunday. It's one among a million other fond memories I have of my long running friendship with Mike.

"So, why are you here studying, and not at your apartment?" He asks, taking a sip of his coffee, focusing his wondering stare on me.

"Ah, Sasha had company. It was kinda loud, so I decided to come here so I could concentrate."

"Good ol Sasha. That girl never changes. Heard she was seeing a senator now?"

"Senator's son. He's a lobbyist I think? Not sure, but he's an ok guy so far. Not sure how long he will last, but, she's with him for now, and they are leaving in the morning to head to DC to visit with his parents. This one might be serious." I answer.

"Hm. Well, check you out, Mich, with this new haircut. Very dramatic, right? Something happen to make you do this to yourself?" Scrunching up his face a bit, the distaste for my new haircut is quite obvious in the bite of his tone, and the words he chose to use.

"Dramatic? I think it's a good look on me. I've gotten a lot of compliments."

"Of course you did. You're a beautiful woman, Mich. Wonder what your new friend thinks of this look. You know they like long, straight hair." He smirks, eyes latched on to mine over the rim of his coffee cup.

"I don't really think it's a good idea to talk about him with you."

"Why? Because of your birthday? I'm done with that. You know I'm not about that kinda drama."

"Good. Anyway, he likes it. So, I guess you're wrong there. He doesn't care how I wear my hear actually." Smugness in my voice, I repeat a statement has made about my hair.

"Well, I prefer the long, straight hair, but this makes you look like a doll baby, so I guess it has its charm. You know you've got these cute round cheeks, and the big eyes. Heart lips." Mike trails off the last bit, his warm mocha eyes narrowing in on each feature. Realizing how his statements must have come off, and possibly sensing my discomfort, he tilts his head to the side and smiles. "Sorry. Bad habit."