It was in front of us - Micah Bell

Vodka

As you rode back into camp, it was pretty late. Like early hours of the morning late. Most of the gang was asleep apart from uncle, Sean and of course, Micah.

As you hitched January, you spotted him sat at the campfire with...with Sean.
Though, nothing was really happening, they seemed to be sat in silence.

Remembering what Molly told you about what Sean had said, it was no surprise they were sat in silence.

You drifted over and made your way to where they were sat.
"Gentlemen." You greeted them softly.

"Where da hell have you been lass? It's past your bedtime surely." Sean Joked, laughing at his own humour.

"Ah I got done with that dumb job of uncles then went for a ride." You replied to Sean, though you sat down next to Micah.
Micah's gaze shifted over to you, a little taken back yet, oddly relieved you'd sat by him.

Sean on the other hand, didn't look as pleased, to be frank he seemed very confused and a little taken back.
"Well, Least you made some money." Sean signed.

You hummed in reply as you smiled at Sean, then turned to look at Micah.
"How have you been Mister Bell?" You asked nicely.

He turned his gaze to yours again and took a deep breath before replying.
"Just fine miss."
You just smiled kindly at him as a reply.

Sean grumbled before bidding you both goodnight.
Once he was gone, you and Micah were left in a somewhat uncomfortable silence, but you were about to break that.

You sighed through your nose as you leaned your head sideways onto Micah's shoulder.
You could feel him stiffen up to your touch but, you expected that.

"I miss you." You said to him, like you weren't afraid of expressing your affection towards him.
Micah furrowed his brows slightly at your little accusation.

"Miss Me? I'm sat right here." Micah said in a confused tone. You could hear that he was trying to sound like he didn't care. But, from his stiff body and low tone, you knew he did.

"No you fool." You laughed slightly as you pulled your head away and looked at him, causing him to look down at you as well.

"I mean, I Miss us, and whatever the hell we had." You said, almost a whisper as your gaze roamed his face.

Micah looked at you deeply. Looking at your long full gaze, how your eyes were begging for him to say something.
You taken hold of his hand and held it within yours gently.
He'd missed you. Your gentle touch, your smiling face.
He missed how irritated you'd get when he'd tease you.
He just had no idea how to tell you that without looking like a soft headed fool.

"(Y/N)...I..."
"Listen, we'll talk tomorrow, okay, you look exhausted." You said sweetly as you stroked his hand with your thumb. You knew he'd had a lot on his mind recently. Maybe now the two of you were okay, he could get a good nights rest.

"Okay then." Micah sighed as you went to stand, still holding his hand.
As you began to walk away, your hand slipped away from his as he watched you go.

It put his mind at ease that you were talking to him again.
He'd only really waited up to make sure you got back to camp safely. Had you been gone an hour more, he'd have probably swallowed his stubbornness and just gone out to search for you.

He went to bed, quite restless and anxious of what he was going to say to you tomorrow, but, as he reminded himself of the sheer look of desperation and longing on your face not moments ago, it allowed his eyes to finally close and drift off.

As morning came, Micah emerged from his tent and headed into camp, stretching out his back as he walked.
Although he'd had a good nights rest, one of the best he's had in a while, his thoughts were still clouded with nervousness and worry.