My Everything (Michael Clifford)

" You can't fix this!"

****Next day*****

    After the whole Carla incident I started to avoid Michael. It wasn't because I didn't like him, actually it was the complete opposite I liked him to much. In fact I think I'm falling for him. You might think this is a good thing, but trust me it's not this has happened before and I'm not ready to be hurt again. Every time I get close to someone or someone could possibly like me, Carla noses her way in and destroys everything. The last time this happened the person I cared about most became a laughing stock, and told me they hated me and never wanted to see me again. I can't let her do that to Michael, he has a chance to be happy; and if his happiness doesn't include me then so be it.

  Later that day when I went home I got a text from Michael asking me if I wanted to hang out. I could just ignore him it would be so easy, but I've been ignored and it hurts more than anything and I didn't want to do that to him. So, I texted him back saying I was busy. Simple yet effective, right? Or so I thought. He just kept texting back being all cheeky and cute and while I was still being blunt as ever I just wanted to give in. He said things like:

him: What could you possibly doing right now that is more important than me?

me: homework

him: Well, I could help you, what kind of homework?

me: Algebra

him: I'm coming over!!!!

me: Why?

him: To help you, duh!

me: Why would you want to help me?

him: Bacau... ok so I'm getting the feeling that there's something more than just Algebra. I'll be there in a few.

 I didn't want him to come over! It was hard enough to be blunt over text, but now I have to do it in person too. I don't know what to do I can't be mean to him, this is my worse nightmare! I started crying in my pillow when I heard my front door open and close. I quickly wiped my tears and acted like I was sleeping, if he saw my face he would know I was crying. All I needed too do was to keep my head down and not talk. Easy right? WRONG!

   I heard my  bedroom door open and slowly close, the bed dip in near my feet, then a deep raspy voice speak.

  "So, this is what algebra homework looks like? You pretending to be asleep, so you won't have to talk to me. (Caught)  Why are you doing this Angel? Did I do something or say something wrong?"

  A moment of silence went by before he spoke again his voice cracking a bit as he spoke. This is the last thing I wanted.

 "Please, Angel just talk to me! Help me understand what I'm doing wrong. Help me so I can fix this!"

   By the time he was done speaking he was full on crying, and I didn't know what else to do except to cry with him. I could feel him getting closer as he started to scoot towards my waist.  He gently put one hand on my waist and the other moved a strand of hair out of my face. Even when I was crying I could feel the electricity bolt through my body. I looked up and then spoke slowly.

   "You can't fix this! Because it's not what you did, it's what I did and I'm still continuing to do it!"

     He looked at me worried and in shock, with tear stained eyes. his voice like whisper.                        "What did you do, Angel? You can trust me I promise."

  "I-I fell for you." I mumbled so slowly I didn't think he heard me.

  "You what? You fell for me what does that even mean?"

"I Michael I think I'm falling in love with you." As soon as I said it I regretted it I was so scared he would reject me and hate me.

"I think I'm falling in love with you too Angel." he said as he kissed me passionately.