Mellow Vibes (MJ)

6. Out Of Sight, In Mind

Anita slowly looked up shaking. The rain had stopped. Anita realised it had stopped ages ago. Puddles nearly finished evaporating. Her clothes were dry but a bit damp, but she was cold.

Her head ached. She rubbed her head furiously, then stopped after a while.

It was Michael.

Her heart banged against her ribs like a lion in a cage. Her stomach felt quite sick...her mind fainted. All because of Michael.

Anita stared what Michael was wearing. Michael was wearing a crisp white shirt, the collars neatly turned down. He wore a greyish/navy jumper with dark blue vertical and horizontal lines overlapping each other.

Michael's afro was to die for. Literally.

He looked good. And Anita did not need to study how he looked, for it to be true.

"Yes, I'm fine," she replied in a croaky voice, her eyes still red from the hard and tough crying.

"You're not, I know you're not," Michael asked, his eyes serious.

"Nothing, don't worry it's fine," Anita answered, her throat in pain. Anita lowered her voice, so the great amount of pain in her throat would reduce.

"There's something wrong. Your eyes do the talking for me," Michael softly said.

Anita thought about why she felt down...her mother...

Anita's went from red, to red and glassy.

"Don't cry...please don't. I would hate to see you cry," Michael soothed.

"Why would you hate to see me cry?" Anita nervously asked.

Michael sighed. "I just would."

Anita thought he'd say more than that. Why was she getting all these ideas in her head?

We've only met twice, Anita thought briefly about her encounters with Michael.

"I'm fine, I really am," Anita fibbed.

"Don't lie to me," Michael pleaded.

Anita did not know what to say to that. A small tear escaped from her eye. Her legs started shaking, she was shivering.

"Come with me?" Michael asked her, holding his arm out.

She allowed him to gently put his arm around her waist, while she put her arm on his shoulder, for support as her legs were aching.

They walked for a while. Slowly, for maybe about twenty to thirty minutes.

Anita and Michael stopped in front of the Jacksons house.

"I don't want to face anyone in there, please do not make me go in there," Anita croaked, and begged.

"Don't worry, none of the Jacksons will be in there. They won't be coming back till past midnight," Michael told Anita.

"Why?" Anita asked in a low voice.

"They've gone to a gathering party."

"Why didn't you go? Sorry about blasting you with questions," Anita apologised.

"No, it's alright. I didn't go because the party was not for me. Also, there's a girl who flirts with me. She's older than me! She's about nineteen-I'm only fifteen! And,I wanted to be home by myself, I could do some drawing," Michael explained to her.

"You're brave, for everything. And I don't blame the girl for flirting with you anyway," Anita said, then clapped her hand over her mouth.

"I'm sorry..I didn't mean..I just meant..." Anita stuttered,really embarrassed.