Micah Grace

Fourteenth ♥

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Today was the day.

After several more goodbyes and shed tears, I'm finally inside just waiting for my flight. I looked around in search for the crazy McKrine but there's still no sign of his living presence. Where could he be? I took a glance at my purple wristwatch from Kat.

9:47AM. Thirteen minutes left.

At this very moment, I am actually mentally praying for him not to come. Walking around, I approached a coffee vending machine that sells coffee for two bucks. At 9:50— still no sign of Migel—, I decided to just sit and wait.

It was getting kind of boring so I rummaged my purse for something that can at least give me some entertainment. I felt around until I grabbed hold of a book. My face brightened. I took it out and my eyes went wide in shock. I was supposed to return this book weeks ago! Yes, it's Endeavor. I must've forgotten all about it. I can't even remember the story. It's too late now anyway, so what can I do? After rereading the summary at the back, I opened it to where my bookmark was. Still the same page as I was when I sat at that bench near our school.

I continue to read until i heard one of the flight officials call our airline flight number. I gathered up my things and approached the lady who was supposed to guide us to our plane. A smile slowly crept to my lips as I see that there is clearly still no Migel anywhere. Well maybe he had changed his mind about pestering me and bought another plane ticket to a different flight. That would be too good to be true, honestly.

I finally found my seat on the left side, a couple rows from the door of the plane. 

D21. 

Seeing that the seat on my right is still unoccupied a few minutes later, made my eyes sparkle and somehow the feeling of relief couldn't be helped. No more Migel was the first happy thought that swept across my mind.

Unfortunately, the wonderful feeling kissed me goodbye real quick as my eyes landed on a familiar mop of messy brown hair. I immediately crouched down and hid my face as reflex, even though I'm pretty sure he'll spot me anyway. I quickly made a mental prayer hoping that it was just someone else with the similar weird hairstyle and that Migel would never be seen on this plane. But I guess luck isn't just siding with me this time as I felt a cold finger poke me on the shoulder and the familiar smell of baby cologne made me lower my head even more and cover my face.

Stupid. I know.

"Uh," I hear Migel say. "Micah Grace?"

I slowly looked up at him and, I have no idea how I managed to do it, smiled widely. "Migel."

He had two bags with him. A medium sized one  that he carefully put in the cab above our seats, handling it with extra caution for God knows why. And another smaller one that looked strangely familiar. Then it came to me, as I try to remember where on earth have I encountered that pack before, that it was the one I had given him on his birthday.  Don't get me wrong okay? It was the first summer of our ex bestfriendship. Yes, it was after that school year. So it wasn't like I was being thoughtful or whatever.

I had planned to stay at home that day when my mom entered my room and asked me if I remembered what day it was. I answered her by the obvious "Mom, it's a Tuesday". Then she asked me what date it was so I said that it was May the 12th. She asked me once again if I don't remember anything about that day and I said "No. Only that I'm supposed to bring back a book I borrowed from the library", trying to restrain myself from screaming "Yeah, I know it's Migel fricking McKrine's 15th birthday, for pete's sake!!".  And as if all that wasn't enough, she asked if I recalled anyone who had a birthday on May 12.  I told her  "Yeah, I think I do remember Kaidy turning 8 today. When will we pay them a visit?"

Which was true :P. Kaidy is a cousin who was also born on May 12. The day when the cruelest creature on this entire universe took his very first breath of oxygen. AKA Migel Antonio McKrine.

K fine, I'm kidding. -_-

Anyways, my mom failed to make me say that it was Migel's birthday. I didn't give her the answers that she was expeting me to say. I know I was quite bitter but can you blame me? So she gave up and "reminded" me that it was Migel's birthday. As if I even cared that time.

But she managed to force me, though, to go over to the McKrine's and celebrate his stupid birthday with him and a couple of his other friends. New friends, not to mention. I tried to point out that it would be rude  to go there because I didn't have a gift for him. 

She said, "Okay, first I still had to remind you about today and now, you tell me you don't have a present for him. I have a feeling that you just don't want to see Migel. Is that how a best friend should behave?"

' Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's because of the fact that the said birthday boy "forgot" to invite me over for his birthday. Is that how a best friend  should behave?'

Of course I didn't really say that. My response was that I actually had no idea what 15 year old guys would want. Specially considering the fact that Migel was a picky person.

It turned out that my mom was far more than ready. She handed me a small, neatly wrapped box complete with a small bow and a note; not to mention the wrapping paper was Migel's favorite color of ruby red. (I think my mom knew my ex bestfriend more than me, coincidence or not.)

I went over to theirs and handed him the gift as soon as I spotted him on the counter table munching on a slice of his chocolate birthday cake and turned abruptly around before he could say his thanks (not that I was expecting him to do so anyway). He looked surprised and all but I didn't care to explain that my presence there was because of my mom.

I ended up talking to his older sister Margarette for a while before I left and returned my due book to the library.

I met him three days after his birthday and I saw him with that small sling bag. He thanked me and I guess that was our very last conversation. Although I would always see him around with that bag for some reason.

"Micah Grace?"I hear Migel say, snapping me out of my little flashback.

"Sorry, did you say something?"

"I asked what were you doing a while ago." he took his seat beside me and put the sling bag on his lap. "Were you looking for something down there?"

"Uh," I start as I tried to think of yet another ridiculous excuse as to why I was crouching down. "Yeah.. yeah, I dropped my bracelet, that's all." then I flash him a smile. Of course, I'm clearly not going to admit that I was hiding myself from him.

He gives me this skeptical look but I chose to ignore him and pretended to search for something in my bag.

After a while, I turned off my phone like the flight attendant said and leaned back as I felt the plane started to move forward faster and faster. Then soon after that, we were in the clouds.

"It looks fascinating." I hear Migel say.

"Yeah, it's amazing." I respond, not even sparing him a glance.

I look through the window more, my nose close to touching the glass that separates me from the clouds outside. I watch as the land slowly shrink below us. This is my most favorite part of traveling. The plane ride. Because you get to appreciate the work of the Creator even more as you see its beauty.

And I happen to be on the window seat.

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feels good to be back. forgive me if it sucked. this chapter was supposed to be published last month but yah, sorry for the delay MG. I think about 2-3 more chapters and it's finished. btw, happy 1.2k reads omg ~

- catreenah