I fell in Love With
Mickey Mouse
(literally)
Chapter # 69
Where do I start?
I swung my arm to the other side of the bed and found it
empty. I got up and looked around. Michael was walking towards me
with a tray.
"What's this?" I asked as he approached me
"I thought you might be hungry." He smiled
I smiled back and sat against the bed waiting for my meal. I
wonder what he made. I blinked a couple times to make sure I saw,
what I saw.
"You made me cereal?" I asked in awe
"It's Frosted Flakes." Michael defended
"You're the son of an Italian chef, and the best you
could come up with was cereal?" I laughed
Michael's face dropped. Did I offend him? I was only
jokoing.
"Mich," I uttered
"The chef is coming today." He bitterely laughed
Looking at his face, I tried to understand. What, was it about
his father that pained him so much?
"You okay?" I asked
"Okay, I'm fantastic. Although my brain is a little
fried." He smiled
"Well, I do have that effect on people." I smiled
back
"I've noticed." He replied.
I had never seen him so comfortable. His hair was messy, his eyes
were a little tired. But, I liked it. I tilted my head to the
right trying to get a different look. He mocked me and did the
same thing. I giggled and touched his hair. I ran my finger
through it a couple times and I couldn't stop. It felt like
my hand was swimming through soft mist of cool water.
"Its messy huh." He bowed his head
"It's perfect." I whispered
Michael looked at me like I belonged in a mental hospital.
"What's so perfect about my greasy messy hair?" He
asked in shock
"I can actually touch it, and it looks good." I
protested
"You are the only girl who likes my hair like this."
Michael revealed
"All the men in my family are supposed to have gelled up
shiny hair all the time." He said
"Well, the men in my family are considered lucky if they
have hair." I replied
Michael's lips widened as he flashed a happy smile.
"Speaking of family, what are we going to do?" I
asked
"About our dads?" He asked
I atentivly nodded.
"I don't know. Maybe you should call him and see?"
He suggested
I nodded and picked up the phone. I could talk on the phone while
lying to my dad. But, could I face him? What If I randomly blurt
out, 'Hey dad guess what, I had se/x with a 23 year old I met
two weeks ago'
"Hey daddy." I said
"Hey sweet heart, why are you up to?" He asked
"I'm just excited for you to come here!" I lied
Michael snickered at my pathetic response.
I stuck my tongue out.
"Well, right now, we're at Adriano's house." He
answered
"What!" I almost yelled
"Yeah, we flew in the morning, they gave us a direct
flight." Dad answered
"Wow." I honestly had nothing else to say
"Yeah we're just waiting for his sons Cristopher and
Michael to get here. Then we'll come to your place." Dad
replied
"Alright, well don't want to keep you busy. See you
later dad." I said
