Miraculously

Chapter One*Superman in Jeans

Chapter One*Superman In Jeans

"It's about 3 a.m. here in London. The sun isn't even out yet but I'm wide awake. 

Why?

'Cause I'm probably the most amazing girlfriend my boyfriend has ever had.

That's right. I'm awake to celebrate your birthday, babe. Which is in about two hours. I know the look you're going to have on your face when you see this but I will ask you this.

Have any of your past girlfriends ever stayed up this late, wearing her jammies and nerdy glasses with her sexy out-of-bed hair to wish you a happy birthday?

No. You know what? I do not want to know that. I already feel a vicious green monster bubbling up deep within my stomach. It's safer to keep Sasha hidden. Sasha is my green jealous monster, by the way. Yup, I named her. That way, it would be easier to control her. Like a pet or a craving.

Speaking of cravings. Babe, you need to double up on the chocolate storage in the fridge. I fear Doomsday is about to come soon. Maybe, sooner than we both think.

Where was I again?

Right, your birthday! I cannot believe you are turning 24 in a matter of 2 hours. Yay! It feels like such a long time ago that you successfully swept me off my feet and into your amazing arms. Trust me, you have no idea how amazing your arms are. I think they are so amazing that they can have their own TV show.

. . .And I just got distracted again. I swear to God! I have an attention span of a two-year-old.

Honey, this is a birthday video. This is not your present - I think. Just kidding! This is not going to be your present. Your present is much more epic than a measly ole' birthday video. This birthday video thing was just supposed to be something different. Something that popped in my brain in a whim. But, now that I am doing this video, it feels more than a birthday video. It feels like I can say anything and everything to this computer screen.

Which is why, I'm going back in time for your birthday. Back to that amazing day that I met you.

You. What are the one-word descriptions I can give you?

Spectacular.

Blue.

Enigmatic.

Jeans.

O2L.

Flawed.

Cute.

. . .Cory Matthews.

I know that was a two-word description but that's my final touch so suck it up like a man.

Now, let's go down Memory Lane. Shall we?"

2 years before...

"Micah, MICAH, MIIIIIICCCCCCCAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I burst into the room.

A frown immediately made its way to my face. How does the guy keep a fit body when he was constantly in that very position? was the question that popped in my head.

He was rooted to the very same spot I left him in 2 hours ago. Bespectacled auburn brown eyes staring straight ahead at the computer screen. His pianist fingers flew rapidly over the keyboard and his teeth worried his bottom lip the entire time.

"Dude, you need a life," I briefly commented as I plopped myself on the bed, hugging my favourite plush toy to my chest as I watched him.

Still, he did not lift his eyes from the computer screen. Instead, he continued typing away as if he was in his own world. We, as roommates, clearly needed to make an effort at dumping some fresh air on him. That, unfortunately, can't happen with Andrew being on call for three days straight and Avery being in Korea for some charity thing. Therefore, I was left to suffer with Micah Adams, whose whole world revolved around that laptop. I know it's only normal since he was a famous author and all but he never takes a break. He takes life way too seriously. He was like that older brother that would move mountains to protect you from the bad of the world. Not to mention, he has amnesia. No, not the serious type. The type where he forgets about anything and everything the second his ass is on that chair and his eyes are glued to the computer screen. I don't think he even knows Andrew and Avery are away. Hell, he probably doesn't even know that I was here.