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One week Later.

I like to think that Michael was there when I need him. When I have nobody to talk to. But I always ask to myself if he was just a friend to me. Is he just someone who is important to me? yes. Does he care? I don't know. Maybe he does. I just love him so damn much.

Michael: can we go to the park?
El: yea of course,
Michael: i'll be there in five minutes

Today, My aunt Beth was arranging the papers in taking care of me. I only get to see her at holidays so we aren't close but I have no choice.

Ashton? He was already busy and I understand. Nothing was happening between us because he know that Michael was there to take care of me when he no longer see me.

Tris knew I liked Michael from the start. She was the reason why I met him and I thank her. And tomorrow, she'll be in another town, twenty minutes away from mine.

I went to my bedroom and changed my clothes to something decent. I only put light make up and went downstairs.

"Eleanor, are you off somewhere?" Aunt Beth asked. She wasn't trying too hard but I like her as my only aunt who took place of my grandma. "Must be a date between you and that Michael or should I say Mikey."

"Aunt..." I replyed. "Please don't talk about that."

"It's okay, honey." She chuckled. "Oh he's waiting for you outside. I'll just fix these bloody papers!'

As I opened the door, he was there.

"You look beautiful," He said. There was still a scar from his face but he still look the same.

"Thanks," I blushed and we walked to the park. I felt his hand holding mine but I don't care, I just felt butterflies in my stomach and my heart beating faster.

We sat at the swing. The sun was coming down and it was beautiful.

"Do you love me?" He asked.

"What made you ask that?" I replyed back. of course you do. "It's out of the blue."

"Just answer." Michael chuckled.

I cannot reply. But I think I should.

"Of course I do." I said, looking down at my shoes. I can't look at his eyes. I just can't. "Not as a friend. But someone that means alot to me. Friends don't just cuddle each other and fighting like married couple. Of course I love you."

And the last thing I felt was his lips kissing mine.

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fuck the ending is near.
im warning.
I edited the story title im sorry.

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