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Always Been You;
Michael ended up
taking me to a place we used to always go when we first started
dating. This little, old, beat up shack behind the lake. We had a
picnik in the fresh, summer grass.Ended up laying under the
stars, talking about our new baby, and how everything will
be. He ended the conversation with
assuring me that through it all, no matter what happens, he'll
always love me. We kissed, hugged, and cuddled. I almost fell
asleep laying there in his arms, when my phone inturupted. Dylan.
But this time...Michael read the caller ID. "Whose that, babe?"
He looked at me, with an expression that clearly showed
worriedness and part hurt. "An old friend." I murmured. My phone
kept ringing in my hand and it grew quiet around us. "Answer it."
I knew that if I didn't, Michael would know for a fact something
was up. Please, Dylan, don't say anything stupid. My heart beats
faster as my finger slides to the green button. My mind races and
I could feel Michael's eyes, steady. Starring at my face. Trying
to understand my expression. I can't show fear. Without thinking,
I deny the call. Quickly as possible. I gasp, unintentionally.
Michael rolls his eyes and sarcastically laughs. I swallow hard,
but the guilt sticks in my throat along with the lump of fear. He
lays back down and looks up the the sky. "Molly?" I take a deep
breath, and slowly lie back down next to him, nervous to how
he'll react. "You won't leave me, right? No matter how hard it
gets?" I sigh in relief and smile to myself. I pick my head
up from his arm and kiss him on the lips. It's a quick peck, but
turns into something more. Inbetween breaths, I tell him "of
course." Most of our clothes lay on the ground near us. Things
are about to get more intense, just when....another
ring.Michael stops, obviousy angry. He slides his shirt
back over his head and stands up. "I'll be in the car, once your
done with your call." He picks up the cooler, and leaves me by
myself. I slide my shirt back on as well, and pick up my phone. I
stare at the screen for a while. The name blinks just as fast as
the images blur through my mind. After I hit the green button, I
instantly regret it. What am I doing?! I always ignore him! Why
now? I slowly move my hand to my ear. I listen, before saying a
word. I can hear his breathing, low and slow. Very slow. He's
calm. He's waiting. He knows I can hear him. 10 seconds pass and
it's still silent.
"Dyl-" And I'm cut off.
"Molly, oh Molly. Your voice. Molly, I need you. Please you don't
understand." My heart beats faster, after all these months
finally hearing his voice. It's deep, it's dangerous, yet so
protecting and safe-sounding. "Dylan, I...I..-" I stop myself. I
want to tell him I'm married, living with Michael very happily.
But talking to Dylan I realize the truth. We're not married, nor
happy. He tells me all the time he loves me. That he will
forever. If that's true, why hasn't he proposed? He's never even
mentioned a ring or a wedding or marriage. I'm not happy. I'm 17
and pregnant. Of course I won't be happy. "I miss you." Why'd I
say that. What did I just do. Am I stupid. Oh my god. Michael is
in the car, hurting. What am I thinking?! He's waiting for me. I
could tell Dylan's smiling on the other line, wherever he is.
"Molly, you just made me smile. Really smile. The first time I
smiled for real since I was with you...I miss you too, more than
you will ever understand." My throat starts to itch and I can not
reply. But I manage out a few words. Words he wasn't looking for.
"I gotta go." "Wait, Molly." I hesitate, and breathe a little
louder, letting him know I'm still listening. "Where are you?"
"Anderson...Texas." My head starts to pound, about to explode.
Why did I just tell him where I lived. What am I doing. I am so
clueless! "I'll see you soon, Molls. I love you." With that, I
hung up immediatley and ran to Michael's
car.
