He mended my Broken Heart

Chapter 9

Michaela's POV

I looked around the house and was really amazed. The house is really different now. It feels so comfortable and cute. I was relaxed and delighted.  The whole room was painted baby pink now, my favorite color. "Wow! What happened to the epic white house?"Amor asked behind me. My mom should've thought this would make me feel better. The room was like my bedroom, everything were pink and black. And I appreciate it so much "I don't know." I answered her shortly. I turned to my friends and saw them setting theirselves in the white couch. I was looking at them while they were choosing movies from my collection for us to watch, like what we usually do. I realized how lucky I am to have friends like them, who stayed and understood every flaw I have. I am lucky for I have the best best friends. I scanned the room and saw no sign of Micheal, "Where's Micheal?", everyone turned their heads and scanned the room same way I did. But then, Micheal suddenly popped out the window. "Hey. I'm here." he raised his right hand telling me he's present. "Would it be fine if I leave sooner? I... I kind of have someone important to meet." His eyes were a bit bulky, he seemed like he had not gotten to sleep for years. Under his brown eyes were dark circles, confirming he really needs to sleep. He looks tired too. "Are you fine?” I asked him. "Yea. Uhh. I just need some rest, maybe." He doubted that answer though. I nodded and remembered he mentioned that someone important to meet. I bet that should be his parents, his work or ... or... his girlfriend. Yea. I never thought about that. Of course it would not be surprising if he has, he's hot, handsome, tall and kind. I wish I could tell him how thankful I am that we met and he saved me a lot of times. That's why I don't want him or any of my friends to get involve with my plan. "Micky?" Micheal was walking towards me and as he was closer, I immediately stepped back. "Yea. Yea. You can go. I'll be fine. My friends are here." I smiled at him even though I was eager to know who he is that important person he's meeting. "Okay. Are you sure?" he took a step backward and was rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. Again. He should be nervous, conscious or worried. What could be the reason? "I'll be fine. Go ahead." I smiled again at him. "Okay, but if there's a problem. Please call me, okay?" he was talking like my mom now. I nodded and saluted at him, earning me a smirk from him. A view I really missed. He turned his heels towards the door and walked out, making me sigh. I glanced at my friends again who were obviously eavesdropping and had just currently turned their heads away from my gaze. "You are all so narrow minded.” I smirked at their giggles which was teasing me. "Do you want to eat spaghetti?!!" My voice was full of enthusiasm now. "Spaghetti!!!" We all shouted in chorus and laughed our asses out. Yes, we're jerks.

As I reached the kitchen sink, I started washing my hands. A few seconds later, I felt tears dripping down from my eyes again. That was unconscious! I was trying to make myself believe that was unconscious. But whenever I am by myself, I can't help but think about how life would be so much easier if I have not lost my baby, if Carlos didn't cheat. Everything would be fine with me. Yes, I admit that it hurts me so much seeing Carlos and Sara together. The idea of that-supposed-to-be-me hurts like hell. I have never felt so much pain in life like this. I just lost the person I love and my baby. I lost two important people in my life, and it hurts. I felt a flinch in my chest, as if someone was crumpling my heart. But I stood properly, wipe off my tears and washed my face. I don't want my friends to see me like this anymore, I've caused them a lot of pain already and I don't want to disturb and hastle them with my own problem. I'll solve this alone. I'll solve this myself.

I started boiling the pasta, and on a different pot, I was preparing the sauce. And of course, grated our all time favorite cheese, a lot of cheese. We could practically eat the cheese alone without the spaghetti.

Later on, I wanted to prepare some drinks, so I went to open the fridge and saw spaghetti leftovers from there. I set it to the white marbled kitchen desk. I took a fork and tasted it. My eyes widened, it taste like millions of lemons were squeezed into it. Why did mom left it here??! Yuck. I started to throw that gross tasting spaghetti that was in my mouth to the sink. I was literally vomiting and throwing up every little pasta and sauce left in my mouth.

Tiiing!! A sudden idea popped in my mind. I need to let them know I'm fine. A few minutes after heating the spoiled spag, I plated it prepared myself to let them taste that spag. Evil. But I won't let them eat of course; I don't want to rush them in the hospital. No way. I'm gonna come back in that white place!

"Hey guys!! Spag's ready!" I placed the plate on the small table. It looked sticky and should not be eaten. My friends started looking at it and looked at each other. They probably noticed it looked gross. "Wow, looks delicious." Gretchel exclaimed. "Yea." Jerah turned to me and raised her brow "How can we eat it without fork or spoon?". It snapped me out. "Yea. Yea. I'll get some" I rushed back to the kitchen and rubbed my head. I knew it!! They were pretending it looked delicious! They are still indeed worried if I'm fine. I jog towards the living room and handed them the utensils. They all took a dip in the plate and swallowed the food. Obviously, their faces were u explainable but they were trying to look cool on it. I folded my arms on my chest and stood in front of them. "Delicious?", they nodded in response. My friends are great martyrs. And so am I. "The food's spoiled. C'mon. It's gross." Their eyes were popping out and everyone run to the kitchen throwing all the food in the sink, some in the trash can, some in the CR. I was smirking and giggling at them. "You act nice huh." I took the glass bowl with my freshly cooked spag on it. I immediately went to the living room, placed the dish on the table and took the spoiled one away.

A few minutes later, my friends were back and their eyes were widening again. "What are you doing!? You said that spoiled! Don't eat that." Florence was trying to pull my plate away from me while I was eating my spag. I stormed out the couch and took that big swallow. "Hey. Hey. I throwed the spoiled one. I cooked this" I mouthed to the plate on the table. "I know, you are all worried about me, the sudden change of mood.” they settled down the couch and on the light pink carpet. "But guys. I'm fine. You don't have to pretend that I am doing good even if I'm not, because I'm really fine. I will be healed really really soon. But please, please don't worry so much." I smiled at them and they smiled back at me, I placed my plate on the small table and prepared myself for a great and huge group hug. Sigh. Lucky with friends at least! J

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I'm really sorry for the late upload. But I’ll make it up J