Wait until the music's over

44. The date, the non-date and the no date (Pt. 1)

"Have you heard anything from Mike by any chance?" my roomie asks distractedly after she kindly says goodbye to a customer at the minimart.

"No, thank god" I grumble, my mouth full of chocolate rolls, my breakfast, I've just bought here. Since Angie came up with the idea of excercising, dieting and living a healthy life, sweet food never entered our house again. As if my life couldn't be worse.

"Well, you'll have to talk to him sooner or later. I mean, I think you should"

"What? Really? I had no idea this was your opinion. Oh wait, maybe I should have known, since it's just the 80th time you share it with me"

She's been going on with this for days, since the night when shit happened between Mike, Mel and I. Of course, she does it her way, trying not to get noticed too much, a little question here, a remark there... after all, I am the one who noses around other people's life, not her!

"If I share my opinion, it means that I think it's good"

"It may be good for you, but not for me. And nobody asked you anyway" I add with a smile, before eating what's left of the second chocolate roll in one single bite.

"Are you not exactly subtly trying to tell me I'm being intrusive?"

"Noooo, not at all! And you'd never be, how could you? I mean, you're the one who hates when other people pry into her life... nah!"

"My situation is completely different"

"Really? And why?" I'm really curious to hear her excuse.

"Because I'm not telling you to forgive Mike or get back with him"

"Also because if you did, you should be hospitalized in a mental institution or something"

"I'm just suggesting you two meet and do some straight talk once and for all, then you'll decide" she shrugs as she explains and keeps drawing her little squares on the notepad placed on the counter right in front of her.

"Decide what? How to kill him? Ok, I might accept some advice about the weapon choice if you insist"

"Meg"

"Listen, Angie, I've got nothing to tell him and don't wanna listen to what he has to say, the situation is clear to me"

"Well, good for you that you've got your mind made up already, I think I haven't fully understood Mike yet, maybe just a little"

"I have and I'll gladly explain Mike to you. At the beginning I was confused too, I thought he was just some guy who didn't really know what he wanted from his life, someone who creates trouble by simply moving, but basically not a bad person; just someone who hurts you by mistake, unwillingly, only because he does't know how to avoid it. Like a kitty who hasn't learnt how to retract its claws yet and scratches you when actually all he wants to do is play with you" I explain and Angie puts her pen down, folds her arms over the counter and starts smiling at me like I think I've never seen her before since I met her. She's almost scary.

"Oh really?"

"Yes. And why the fuck are you smiling like that?"

"You've just compared Mike to a kitten"

"A kitten who claws the living hell out of your face"

"A cute and tender kitty cat"

"A fucking scruffy cat carelessly bleeding you dry"

"Still a cute kitten"

"No, I thought he was... a puppy... now I realized he does it on purpose. He really does have fun playing and messing with other people's feelings, as a sadistic asshole"