Bring Me Closer

Closer: Part 3

"I love this, what does it mean?" I ask Mike when he shows me his tattoo. He's laid out on my bed it his infamous white v-neck and white linen boxer shorts.
"It means 'Anything Can Happen' in Gujarati." He answers looking dead into my eyes. I manage to break the stare by looking back down at it. "What made you think of that?" I ask getting up to grab the A&D off of my dresser.
"Oh a number of things." He says as I sit down next to him. I rub my mini sanitizer into my palms and throw it back on my floor. "Well, fortunately for you, I have all night and all day tomorrow, considering I'm off."
"Okay." I lift his arm, rubbing the ointment on it softly. "I thought about particular events that have occurred in my life, that I embrace. And though I was used to doing things a certain way, anything can happen. Things can change. People can change. I can change." He says. I think I get what he means.
"That's really broad, but I'll accept it for now." I smile sitting the ointment on the floor. "Let me see yours again." He says. I lift up my shirt partially because I'm no longer wearing a bra. It's extremely uncomfortable with the genius placement of this tattoo. "This shit is so bad ass. It's like you're about to pull out your mini gun and be all, 'Everybody cool the fuck down, I'm Charlie Taylor.' It fits you." I laugh.
"Is that your impression of me?" I can't stop laughing.
"Yeah and 'Oh my God Marilla, Mike is just my roommate, I don't like him. I'd never leave him for my beautiful boyfriend Nicholas'," He puts his hand under his chin and stares off into space. "Oh whatever. Let me show you you." I stand up. "Pass me those pillows." I say. " 'Hey girls I'm Mike.' " I take the first pillow and hump it and yell, "Next!" then take the other pillow and hump it and yell "Next!" again. Mike it laughing hysterically.
"I do not hump like that!" He yells.
"Whatever." I laugh sitting back on my bed next to him.
"You should know how to do it by now, all this teaching I've been doing." He's using his low sexy voice.
"You haven't taught me anything. It's just like dancing, grinding actually. Which I've been doing for a while, so." He turns looking at me.
"I suppose you're right. But your kissing could use a little work." He jeers. Oh hell no.
"Excuse me?" I tilt my head to the side.
"Yeah, sometimes, you don't give me enough tongue. It's like you're scared, hiding." He folds his arms behind his head.
"Shut the hell up." I order swinging my legs so I'm astride him like I've been before. I lean in and kiss him, strong and hard. Invading his mouth with my tongue and sucking his at the same time. As our lips begin to part, my teeth playfully clench his bottom lip.
"Still think I'm scared?" I ask. He's in awe when he shakes his head.
"Good, now I'm going to take a nap. See you later." I lay down beside him.

I WAKE UP THE NEXT morning alone and disturbed from a bad dream. What was that about? I try to remember:
I was in a truck in the backseat. There was a car seat next to me. A baby was crying. I kept my eyes closed as I rode around. The woman driving was crying. She got on the phone but I couldn't make out what she was saying. She yelled into the phone and I watched her toss it out the window. The car stopped for a moment before taking full speed. I closed my eyes tightly and the baby stopped crying.

That was weird. I lean up on my elbows before stretching out of bed. I adjust my black spandex shorts and big T-shirt and walk out of my room in search for Mike.
"Okay man, this is awesome. I'll see you Monday." I hear him talking on the phone. "Hey, thanks for the opportunity. Alright." I walk over to his door and lean on the portal.
"You took it." I attempt to sound excited but I'm really unnerved from my dream.
He walks closer to me and tilts his head to the right. "I thought you'd be more excited." Squinting. "What's wrong?"
I must always wear my feelings. I've got to work on that. "I'm fine." I shrug.
"The truth." He's persistent.
"I had a weird dream." My arms are crossed.
"What about?" He tosses his phone on his bed and stares into me.
I begin walking away from his door and down the stairs saying, "I was in a car, riding around with the woman. The woman from my vision in the Brooklyn apartment."
He's surprised. "Did you see her face this time?" I shake my head. "I can tell you were scared." And I was. It was scary. I sit down on the smaller couch and Mike joins me.
"I think you should start asking your mom and dad questions. It sounds like you're regaining your memory from the accident. It happens earlier for some people, later for others and for most, not at all. You're one of the lucky ones."
"I wouldn't say that yet." I sigh leaning back. I've never taken my past into consideration. I've never wanted to know before. I don't even know if I want to know now. It's all coming to me. I don't have a choice. I shake my head. "What time is it?" I ask.
"Seven in the morning." He answers. I know what I have to do.
"I'll be back later." I say as I head up the stairs and toward my room. I slip on leggings and boots and grab my phone. I run back downstairs and grab my coat and scarf out of the closet.
"Where are you going?" Mike asks.
"To go get questions answered." I shuffle my arms through the sleeves.
"Wait!" He hops up. "At least let me drive you. I won't bud in any further than that. I'll wait in the car if you want me too." I freeze, looking at him. He runs upstairs to get dressed.
Part of me is surprised that he offered, the other part isn't. Mike is a really sweet guy. I'm glad I took the chance to find out.