I fell In love With Mickey Mouse (literally)
Chapter 11
What was I thinking?
Everything was smooth until we
tripped on a soda can. I tried to hold my self up by grabbing on
to Micheals shoulders completely forgetting that Micheal was
drunk as heck. He didn't even try to stay up, it was almost
like he wanted to fall. Gosh, I swear people were so different
when they were drunk. Micheal fell on his flat on his back and
grunted after hitting his head on the ground. I fell on my right
side crushed the soda can with my ribs. It felt like someone
cracked my bones like sunflower seeds.
"Oww" I squealed as I pressed my ribs. The floor was
smooth so the fall didn't hurt as much as the soda can did.
After noticing that I was tearing up Micheal got up to take a
look at me. At first he had a concerned expression on his face
but roared as soon as he saw the crushed soda can on the ground.
He fell on his back again and rolled around.
"This isn't funny Micheal!" I said as I rubbed my
ribs. God, I sure hoped that I didn't break anything. I could
tell Micheal was putting in a lot of effort to not laugh because
he made severeal attempts to take deep breaths. When he thought
that he had cooled down, he'd look at me. But, every time he
saw that stupid Pepsi can he would explode and laugh again. My
pain eased a bit and I began laughing too. This was a horrible
mistake because the pain would become more excruciating when I
laughed. It was as if someone was poking me with a needle. The
more I laughed the deeper the needle. But, I just couldn't
help it. Even in this amount of pain, Micheal made me happy. But,
he didn't take away my pain. I layed on my back hoping the
pain would ease. As I looked in the stars I considered the
meaning of what I just thought. How could someone make you happy,
and not take away your pain? I have always felt pain when I was
sad, I had forgotten that the words pain and sad were two
completely different words with different meanings. Pain was when
someone was uncomfortable or damaged. Sadness, was only an
absence of happyness and Micheal, he filled that absence. Though,
he did not chase away my pain; he brought happyness to me and
when someone is happy. It is as if, there was no pain to begin
with. Micheal took a deep breath and scooted next to me. He sat
up to see my face. He still looked like he was on the urge of
laughing. But, for some reason it didn't bother me. Nothing
he did bothered me. Instead everything he did felt pleasureable,
even if it was bad. What the heck was going on with
me? Micheal held my cheek and traced his thumb around my check
bone. He looked at me like I was he was the doctor and I was his
patient.
"You okay?" He asked sounding very serious. I shook my
head as another tear escaped my eye.
"Where does it hurt?" He asked examing my body.
"Right here." I whispered as I pointed to my right
lower ribs . Without any permission he moved my hand and yanked
up my shirt. He found a redish purplish spot and gently pressed
his hand.
"Ow!" I cried. He quickly snapped his hand
back.
"It hurts that bad?" He asked
"What do you think?" I said hopping he sensed my
sarcasm. He sat back on his knees and scratched his neck looking
for something.
.
"I'll be right back." He got up and walked towards
one of the blue coolers. It squeaked as he opened it. I wondered
what he was going to get from the cooler. After a couple seconds
of thinking it hit me. He was going to get ice, oh my god how
sweet. I wondered what he was going to wrap it in. Micheal
astonished me once again by picking up a bottle of
Heineken. What the freak? I thought. How could
he be such a douche bag? How could he have the guts to drink
another can of beer? Especially after what happened. Micheal
usually made me happy, but right now I wanted to kick him twice
as bad as I kicked Roger. He closed the cooler and casually
walked back. His face was expressionless, like nothing happened!
I swear if I wasn't in this much pain I would push him of the
roof and sit in jail for twenty years with a huge feeling of
satisfaction. Micheal bent down next to me. God, how did he have
the nerve to sit next to me? He took my hand off my ribs and
pulled up my shirt putting the freezing bottle on my ribs causing
me to jump. Gosh, he didn't get the beer to drink. He got it
for me! Oh sht, It all made sense now. It was hot, so the
ice had probably melted. Ugh I felt so gulty for accusing him.
His childlike expression mad it worse. Talk about not judging
before knowing. Micheal gently pressed the bottle on my
side.
"How does it feel?" He asked looking up in my eyes.
"Well its cold." I said.
"Yeah I think I got that part down captin obvious." He
said while he pressed a little harder. Micheal was so serious
now, it was as if he didn't drink anything. I was amazed how
could someone drink nine cans of beer then suddenly become sober
after one incident? He yawned. Realizing that he was tired, I
held the bottle offering him to lay down. He didn't reject
the offer. He layed down an inch or two away from me. We both
looked at the starry sky. Ben E King's song Stand by me came
up. I gasped.
"Micheal!" I eagerly said.
"What?" He laughed.
"I freaking love this song!" I said.
"Really?" He asked in shock. I nodded my head as I was
humming to the lyrics.
"Where did you get this CD Micheal, I love every song so
far." I said.
"It's mine," He answered.
"No way." I chalanged.
"Yes way, I made it my self. All of the songs on this CD
represent who I am." He explained.
"Well then, I love who you are." I blurted with out
second thought.
"This is insane Ella." He deeply said.
"What?" I questioned.
"I love you!" He confessed with sincere.
"I love you too." I added.
"I know, but....but how?" He asked in amazement.
"I don't know Micheal." I said. We both quieted and
enjoyed the music.
"This isn't really comfortable." I admited.
"Here." Micheal offered his arm. I scooted closer and
rested my head on his hard but soft arm. I nudged my face a
little closer to his chest. Wow, he smelled amazing!
"What are you wearing Micheal?" I asked as I inhaled
him.
"Clothes." He said not getting my question.
DarkChocolateEyes · 1 decade ago
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Bahaha "clothes" =-D