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Always Been You;
"Are you sure you're okay, Molly?" I blink out of my
day dreaming and look up at Michael who stares at me worridley. I
smile a small, closed lipped smile and nod. "You haven't touched
your food, sweetheart." My stomach aches, as I remember I haven't
eaten since this morning.
I earse Dylan from my mind and snap out of my trans. Shovling the
spaghetti into my mouth, forkful after forkful, Michael laughs.
"You sure you're alright?" I smile, trying to hide the regret in
my eyes as much as I can. "Of course!" He shakes his head and
laughs quietly, "okay Molls, whatever you say.." We finish eating
and he instructs the waitor over to our table. "Is that it for
you lovley couple?" Michael looks directly at me, smiling
cowardly. His smile automatically makes me laugh and feel a rush
of pure happiness. The smile I fell for..second. I fell for
Dylan's first.. An image of him pops into mind, but I push it
away as Michael began to speak. "Yes, thank you."He handed the
waitor the money and as he did, the man congradulated us,
noticing the baby bump. The ride home was weird. Michael didn't
say much, just played the radio. 99.5, his favorite. I remember
when he introduced me to country, I hated it, but learned to love
it as I learned to love him. I examined Michael as he drove.
Light, faded blue jeans, a plain white tshirt, shaggy messed up,
yet so perfect, brown hair. A shade of light brown was his skin,
from being in the sun all the time. He had light blue eyes that
matched his personality. I fell for those eyes. He just turned 18
about a week ago, while I was still 17. We've been together for
about 2 years. The baby was not planned though...I still don't
know who the real father is. I refuse to tell Michael though.
Dylan strongly believes it's his. So do I... But I avoid thinking
the worst, and hope and pray it's Michael's. Because I love
Michael. But those nights I spent with Dylan, months ago, were
the best of my life. He was a great guy. Until he started this
whole drug dealing game. I left him, (while dating Michael.) Yes,
I was a cheater, I regret it so very much. But I couldn't decide.
They both stole my heart. I didn't know what to do. The only
thing holding me back now, the baby situation. Whose the dad. I
thought long and hard about Dylan's last sentence of his text.
He's right. How could I live with myself knowing my own son or
daughter won't know his real dad if the baby ISNT Michael's? I
want to take the test, to see whose it really is... but I don't
want Michael to know. But there's no way he wouldn't find out. He
would, and I'd be in huge trouble. I guess I'll wait, and when my
child is born, I'll be able to tell. I'm hoping the baby has
bright blue eyes, vs the poisioning, loving, caring, dark brown
eyes that belond to Dylan. I want the baby to have brown hair.
Shaggy, brown hair like Michael's. And mine. Not blonde hair. I
want the baby to be a boy. So 'he'. I want him to have brown hair
and blue eyes. I want him to have spotted freckles that cover his
face when he gets older. I want him to have a slight country
accent that he'll pick up from Michael. And I want him to be
perfect. Yes, I do still have feelings for Dylan. Especially
knowing he changed. I looked out the window, continuing to think
about everything that's happening. When I notice something
strange. We weren't on the usual road we get on to get home.
We're heading the total opposite direction actually. "Michael..."
My voice cracks. I clear my throat and continue, "where are we
going?" He keeps his eyes steady on the road, but smiles.
"Surprise." His lips move, then curl into an adorable smile. My
heart beats faster and I can't help but smile like a fool.
Forgetting about all the problems in my life, I roll down the
window, let the July summer wind blow through my hair, and think
about Michael. As I do, he rolls down his window, opens the sun
roof, and turns the radio up. Barefoot Blue Jean Night blasts
through the speakers as we both sing. Oh how I love you,
Michael.
