Life In Motion

0.2

I sigh, "When?"

Michael sighs. "Monday."

"How long is he staying?" My clenched teeth are a crystal clear indication as to how I feel about this whole situation.

Michael shrugs. "All I know is that he booked a one way ticket."

I turn to look out the window and Michael joins me. Thing is, being in Michaels presence makes it unbelievably hard to be upset about anything. He wraps his arm around me.

"We'll get through this together, okay?"

"Promise?" I whisper.

"Always, Millie."

I can't help but smile at that. Millie is something Michael would call me whenever we were fighting, or whenever I was in need of cheering up. Right now, I could definitely use some cheering up.

Each time he comes home, I have to convince myself that I am over him, that everything that went on between us is nothing but a distant memory.

Truth is, I still love him and I hate myself for it.

"Millie." Michael taunts, inching closer to me.

"Michael" I play along, turning to face him. As soon as I did, he grabs me by my waist and pulls me on top of him.

That was war.

I start laughing hysterically as he tickles my sides, my body filling up with pure bliss, a welcome change to the melancholy torment that's been following me around since he left last year.

"Mikey stop it." I plead, sticking my bottom lip out.

"God you're so cute."

I flipped around so my head was on his chest. I missed this. I missed Michael, everything about him screamed safe. He's my best friend, my world. God knows where I'd be if I didn't have him.

"Shush." I reply, but I never want him to stop talking.

Don't get me wrong, Michael is my soulmate, just not in the relationship, marriage kind of way. We didn't work like that. It was confusing when we broke up but didn't stop kissing each other every now and then, but we're each other's security blankets. Life is hard. He knows that better than I do.

Michael was a transfer student at Norwest, he started around the same time I did. It was his last year in high school, so it seemed weird for him to transfer halfway through arguably the most important year of his school career. It took weeks for him to open up to me; not that I was exactly an open book either.

Michael wasn't damaged. He was bruised. It's not my story to tell, but I've never felt my heart sink the way it did when he told me why he transferred. I'd experienced something similar. I think that's why we clicked instantly. Even through the silence we were able to communicate.

I move off his chest, instead sitting up facing him.

"What're you doing tomorrow?" He asks.

"Kieran texted after we left the shop. He said to take the day off." I replied, looking at Michaels hair.

It's the healthiest Ive seen it in years. I remember whenever he'd dye it, I'd dye a streak or two of my own hair to match. One Halloween, we decided to go as Cosmo and Wanda. 

"Amelia!!" He snaps me out of my trance.

"Sorry!"

"What were you thinking about?"