I fell In love With Mickey Mouse (literally)
Chapter 16
When things don't feel right, find a cartoon
character.
I stepped back and looked at Mickey's
fixed smile and realized who I loved. I loved Mickey. Tears
overflowed and I hugged Mickey again.
"I did something horrible." I confessed still hugging
him. I knew that Mickey couldn't respond so I began to
explain.
"I ditched Spencer. I hurt Roger's feelings and I ran
off with this strange man. Now I am torn into many parts. I
don't know what I want." I explained.
Mickey put his arm around me and we walked down the beautiful
floral garden amongst the park.
"We were at a beach party. But, the people weren't very
nice. So I left. With this guy, his name is Micheal and he is one
of the most amazing people I've met." I said. Mickey
bowed his head, did I say something wrong?
"You okay Mickey?" I sheeplishly asked. He nodded and I
continued.
"When I'm around him. I feel like the whole world has
disapeard. It's like time has no existance. But, when
he's gone and Roger is with me I don't want him to come
back. I know it doesn't make any sense. I my self, don't
understand the way I feel." I said. Mickey scratched
his head probably in confusion. I continued to speak.
"I've known Roger since I was four. We've been
through everything together. I never thought of him more than a
friend. But, I love him. I really love him. I cannot understand
in which way though. If he kissed me, I wouldn't stop him,
but I would never ask him to." I explained as we sat down
under a pink blossom tree. I took a deep breath and kept
talking.
"But, Micheal. Oh god Micheal. Kissing is all I want to do
when I am with him. He keeps me on my toes. I never know what to
expect from him. Though its been a day we've met. I feel like
I know him from somewhere." I said as I laid back on the
tree. I felt the soft wind brush against my face. I remembered
falling asleep out here yesterday and suddenly it hit me.
"Hey Mickey." I said. Mickey nodded.
"I fell asleep on you yesterday and some how woke up inside
my room. Could you please explain how?" I asked. Mickey
shrugged. I became angry and confused. Mickey knew which building
I stayed in. But, he didn't know which room. Even if he did,
how would he open the door? The only people that had the key were
Roger and Spencer.
"I'm serious, how did you know which room?" I
investigated. Mickey shrugged and before I could ask again he got
up and ran away.
"Come back." I mouthed. I didn't feel like chasing
Mickey so I got up and began to walk towards my room. But then
changed my direction once I figured I wouldn't be able to
sleep. Instead, I walked to Roger's room hoping he would be
awake. The door creaked as I stepped in. The room was lit up so
he must have been awake. His room was exactly the same as mine. I
slowly tip toed to his bed. It was ruined but no one was in it.
He was probably in the bathroom or something. I slipped into his
bed and faced the painting of Cinderalla infront of me. After a
minute or two I became bored and looked through his stuff on the
desk next to the bed. I found a leather journal about the size of
an average chapter book. Curious, I opened the book and noticed
that it was written in black pen. Roger wrote in this book, I
could tell by his hand writing. The title Affairs of the Broken
Flower caught my eye. It appeared to be a poem. I bit my lip
as I looked around the room making sure he couldn't see me. I
didn't know Roger wrote, especially poetry. I silenty read
what my best friend had wrote.
The Affairs of the Broken Flower
Feelings are better said then written.
For when I saw her, I was smitten.
She is a
flower, but indeed a broken one.
Do I
have the strength to undo what has been done?
I don't know, I cannot think anymore.
They say that love captures your heart, but it seems that mine
had captured my brain.
Oh lord, I think I am going insane.
Although sanity was something I never had, If i did then I would
be glad.
For I wouldn't fall for someone as unworthy as her.
A broken flower with it's affairs.
I just couldn't survive feeling her flares.
This isn't normal love, it is poison.
Is my heart of stone filled with emotion?
I'm afraid so
But there is nothing I can do now
except stare at her in awe, and wonder how
Wow, this is good. I
wonder who he wrote it for. I thought as I laid back. He had
a strange style of writing. Ever poem was different. Some were
gloomy, others were confusing. I found some poems that warmed up
my heart and others that scared me to death. I felt my eye lids
becoming heavier and heavier within each blink. Knowing that I
would fall asleep, I put his book back on the desk and snuggled
under the blanket which smelled like citrus and spice. I inhaled
the scent and fell asleep.
HinataUsagi · 1 decade ago
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Oh my god!! Thiss is getting really good!! :o