A/N yes this is Michael's point of view.
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"It'll be fun," she said. "It'll be good for everyone."
She was so wrong.
This was fucking painful.
Of course, I loved being with Lana. I loved anything that had to do with her. But her mom downright scared me lately. Like I wasn't sure whether she wanted to tear my throat out or she wanted me to tear it out myself.
But, you know, Lana didn't have to do much convincing to get me to agree. She wanted me to properly meet her mom and I went along with it. We went to some little corner pizza parlor a block away from the waterfront. It was going decently, and seemingly survivable since everything was going smoothly.
But I didn't know she would leave halfway through.
"...And Michael had never been on a real rollercoaster before..." I was contently watching her describe that day in Santa Cruz, snapping out of my daze only once to move a glass of water she was about to knock over.
I became aware of the outside world only twice more. Once to refuse Lana's and her mom's protests as I paid for our food. It happened again when her phone began to buzz loudly against the table.
Before I could see the screen and who was calling, Lana snatched it off the table and held the phone so only she could see as she checked the caller. Her eyebrows raised slightly before she looked back at as. "I have to take this, hold on."
I nodded and she scooted back and stood, walking a few feet away as she swiped her thumb across the screen and held it to her ear.
Now I know I shouldn't have listened, but...well, there's no explanation. I can't tell a decent lie to save a life. Except for that one. But that was necessary.
"What? Now?" She folded one of her arms over and across her side as she tilted her head downwards like she always did on the phone. When she lifted her head, she turned away so I could no longer see her face. "I'm at lunch with Michael and my mom."
And then by a sudden hunch, I decided to turn back around. The moment I did, I saw Lana's mom blush and wave in her daughter's direction and I knew that Lana checked to make sure we weren't listening. I waited a few moments before leaning back in my chair to hear.
"Yeah, yeah, everything's alright...No, that doesn't mean it's okay to leave now!" Her voice dropped to a tight whisper. "You're gonna owe me big time...I didn't say I'll do it! ...Okay yeah, fine. I will. Oh cut the crap, you'll still owe me."
So I want you to take a piece of paper. Draw a little circle, I don't care if it's lopsided. Just do it.
Now.
No, now.
Not later, now.
There we go. (You suck if you didn't draw it, I see you. Yeah, you.)
Let's call that circle the Group-of-People-Who-Actually-Know-What-the-Fuck-is-Going-On.
Now draw another around it. Let's call that Normal-People-Who-Have-a-General-Understanding-of-Anything-That-Has-to-Do-With-Girls.
And then, on the very edge of the paper, on a corner (preferrably the one furthest away from the circles), draw a tiny little dot. That would be me.
I just pulled some Augustus Waters shit now, didn't I?
"Yeah, I know where that is...Alright, I'll get there in like, fifteen minutes. Okay, bye."
Wait, she's leaving?
"Hey, Mom? Michael?" Lana came back to stand behind her chair and pulled my/her jacket on. "I really, really hate to do this, but-"
But. I was starting to hate that word.
