He mended my Broken Heart

Chapter 17

Micheal's POV

I was walking down the stairs and I just can't take that grin and smile away from my face. I was too happy! But I did thought about who the hell would come to my house this early. I glanced at my wrist watch and it wad freaking 7 in the morning.

I finally opened the door and saw Romeo walking himself inside. He was still wearing the same clothes he had last night. His hair was a total mess and he looked tired. "What the hell Micheal! What took you so long?!" He asked as he sat on the couch and rested his feet on the glass table in front of him. Well, he always does that, and so do I.

"Why are you here?" I asked him, "I was just worried if you got home safe and ..." he took his feet off my table and leaned closer to where I was standing as if there was something really interesting I should know. "I want to tell you how amazing the woman I brought out last night." Oh, this perv! "I am so not interested. You left me last night, remember?" He raised a brow and I smirked at him. "Well, you got home safe anyway." he stopped and looked around gestured like he smelt something. "Is Anita in the kitchen?" oh yea. The smell of the soup Micky cooked. "No." I answered at him smiling. "Shit! Are you telling me you cooked?" He was about to burst out laughing when he stopped and looked straight directly behind me. I turned to see Micky struggling to cover her legs in the stairs. She is really so hot with my clothes on. I remember how she kissed me back. How sweet she tastes and how passionate the kiss was. Does that means she wants me too?

"Oh so you brought someone out too?" I turned to Romeo and hit him in his shoulder. "You perv! No!" I felt someone standing behind me, and Micky was there. "Hi. I'm Romeo. Was he gentle? I'm really really sorry that he did not perform well, that was his first time." he offered his hand. Shit!!!! This jerk! "Shut up Moron!!" I hit him harder now, and he was laughing. "Ouch!" He said caressing his arm.

I looked at Micky who was turning tomato now. She bowed her head and flushed. She is just so beautiful. "Sorry about that." I told her but she was still looking down. "Ahh, this is Romeo, my friend." Then she looked up and glanced at Romeo. "Romeo, dude. This is Micky." I raised an eyebrow thinking he would remember what I told him about Micky. "Shit! So you're Micky?! Uh sorry. Ahh, yea. I have heard a lot about you from Micheal." he uttered while stattering. She smiled and shook the hand Romeo laid. I don't know but I felt heat flushing in my face. I do not want anyone to hold Micky, except me. "She took me home last night. Max called her to pick me. Because someone left me drank at the bar." I raised mu voice to emphasize that he left me. But I was happy he did. "Yea. But it was not my fault you got drunk because someone you like said it would be fine if you were not around." He said playfully. "I told you to shut your mouth" I turned to see Micky flushing again. God! I am so gonna kill Romeo. "Ahh. You said you wanna eat." I asked Romeo. "Yea. But I don't want to eat anything you cooked. That's suicide." He tried to look serious. "I cooked something. We were about to eat. Do you want to join?" Micky talked, finally. "Oh, thanks God! Of course. But could I just change into something. I am kinda soaking." He said looking at his clothes. I remembered how hard the rain was pouring. "I have some clothes in the closet. Go." I told him as I shoved him away. Then he tapped my shoulder as he walked past and whispered to me. "Nice catch, bro. If I were you, I am not gonna let this woman go." He smirked and continued walking. I know, Micky is beautiful, smart, kind and is really really nice and sweet.

Micky sat opposite me in the kitchen table while avoiding my gaze. I couldn't stop myself but ask her. "Are you mad?" I asked her with all courage I have. She looked at me shyly. "No. No. It was... It was fine." I didn't even know where she was not mad, is it when I kissed her? Or is it when Romeo thought we did something last night. She smiled then look back at her food. I just nodded because I feel like she was not comfortable talking about it.