Part Of His World {MJ}

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Day Eleven~

Jewel's POV:

Once. We made eye contact once so far today.

I must've misread everything about yesterday. He seems to be avoiding me. I was starting to think that the kiss ruined everything.

Everything about it was so perfect. How could've it have ruined our friendship? If anything, we should've blossomed into more.

I sat on the couch, sulking with Bruno in my lap. Michael sat in the big arm chair not far from me, fully engaged in the show on TV. At least he was trying to fake it.

He kept on taking small glances at me. I wanted him to say something, anything. I was too scared to initiate anything.

The tension between us was unimaginably thick.

Someone rang the doorbell. Michael jumped up and hurried to answer it.

His sister Janet stood on the other side of the door. "Hey, Mike!" She exclaimed. "I've been calling you for almost three days with no answer. I just came to see if everything was alright."

He smiled weakly at her. "Yeah, everything's mostly okay." He said as she stepped inside.

"What do you mean by mostly?" She asked.

"Well," He started with a sigh. "We went on a mini cruise in Eric's brother's boat a couple days ago when that bad storm hit."

"And then what?"

"I was trying to help stabilize the boat and a large pole flew at my head. It knocked me out and I fell into the middle of the ocean. I don't remember much after that." He explained very nonchalantly.

Janet gasped in shock. "How- how are you still alive? I'm so glad that you're okay, but that's insane! How?"

Michael turned to me. "Jewel saved me." He said.

Janet looked at me as well. "You saved him?" She asked.

"I couldn't let him die." I said. "I swam us both back to shore."

She gave me a look of disbelief. "How did you do it? I know that storm caused violent waves. How'd you swim through all that?"

"I've always been a good swimmer. It was hard, but I managed." I said.

Janet glanced back at Michael. "She risked her own life for you. Isn't this the part of the cliche movies when the damsel falls in love?" She joked.

Michael rolled his eyes. "I'm not into cliches, and you know that."

He was yesterday. To a degree.

She continued to laugh. "Oh come on! You don't feel anything after something like that?"

"I feel incredibly thankful for her." He said. He turned to me. "And she knows that. Right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I do."

She raised a brow. "If you say so." She said. "I got to run to the bathroom. Give me a minute."

She hurried up the stairs and we heard the bathroom door lock.

Michael chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry about her. She's always loved teasing me and whatnot."

"You don't need to apologize. I like her." I said.

He nodded in response.

I stood from the couch and sauntered over to him. "Why are you so against cliches?" I asked.

He shrugged. "They get boring."

I cocked my head to the side. "That's not always the truth." I said.

I gave him a moment to pick up what I was putting down. I didn't have a lot of time, so I had to make moves. If he was running, then let there be a chase.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "You'll have to prove that to be true."

"You proved it to be true yesterday."

He bit his lip to stop a smile from forming. I saw the corners of his mouth curl upward in the slightest.

"I'm not sure what you mean." He said.

I rolled my eyes. Was he being serious, or was he playing games? Either way, I wasn't having it.

"Yes you do. I know you do."

He shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't."

I crossed my arms. "Why do you want to pretend you didn't kiss me yesterday? Twice."

He broke eye contact. His cheeks reddened slightly. I didn't mean to embarrass him.

"Heat of the moment I guess." He said.

My brows furrowed. "Heat of the moment?" I repeated. "Okay then."

I pushed past him and stormed up the stairs.

I walked past Janet coming out of the bathroom. She tried to stop me, but I kindly pushed past her. I was way to frustrated for that shit.

If this was how Michael was, then I wasted my life for nothing.

Michael's POV:

My heart wanted to chase after her, but for once I listened to my head. I stayed put. I knew she would need time to cool down. I'd never seen her that pissed off before.

At least I think she was mad... The last thing I wanted was to hurt her.

I probably did. I felt like an absolute idiot.

Janet came back down the stairs. "What's with Jewel?" She asked.

I sighed. "She's a little upset."

"What did you do, Michael?" She asked dreadfully.

I shook my head. "I don't want to go through the whole thing. I just made her angry."

"And you're going to stand there and let her be angry? You aren't going to say anything?" She asked with a raised brow.

"I want to, but I don't know how she'll react." I said.

Janet rolled her eyes. "Okay, Michael." She said in frustration. "I'll leave you two alone so you guys can have time and space to work out your little issue. Don't hold off on her for too long. Let her calm down then talk to her."

I nodded. "Got it."

She gave me a quick hug before leaving the house and closing the door behind her.

I started up the stairs toward jewel's room. I stepped up to the door and heard light sniffles coming from inside the room.

My heart shattered. This was exactly what I was afraid of. Hurting her.

I didn't know what to say to her. I had nothing. I would've spoken from the heart but my heart has only fucked things up.

I turned away from her door and walked into my own room. We both needed some time away from each other to process.

The more I thought about it, the more I started to realize the truth. Hurting Jewel hurt me more than when Jessie left me.

That could've only meant one thing.