I fell in Love With
Mickey Mouse
(literally)
Chapter # 70
That was not a part of the plan.
"Alright, well don't want to keep you busy. See you
later dad." I said
"Ella, is everything ok, you seem a bit fishy?" Dad
asked
"Yeah everything is peachy, oh and is mom with you?" I
asked
"Yeah, its just me your mom and Adriano's family."
He replied
"What about Roger's and Spencer's?" I asked
"They'll be here tomorrow at 6." Dad answered
"Oh Ella, do you want one of Adriano's kids to pick you
up? So we can all have dinner?" Dad suggested
I smiled at Michael.
"That wouldn't be nessesary." I answered
"What?" My father asked
"Let's just say I have a suprise of my own." I
replied
"Alright, well I'll talk to you later kiddo."
"Bye dad." I hung up.
Ater I explained the situation to Michael. We both got dressed up
and ready to go. Our plan of telling them we're all just
friends remained the same. I just hoped no one would suspect
anything. I wore Spencer's lace black long sleved dress.
Michael wore a suit and tie. He stopped right in front of their
house and glanced back at me.
"Kiss me." He said
"Someone could be watching." I complained
"This could be your last chance." He whispered
I glanced at the house and gave him a nice french kiss.
"I hate you Ella," Michael said
"What did I do now?" I gasped
"You injected me with Meth and now when I want more, you
won't give it to me." He complained
"You should have listened to those 'Not even once'
comercials." I teased
"If I knew I'd meet a drug like you, I would have
checked into rehab at the age of 10." He replied
We walked to the door. This place was trash. I had never been
somewhere so ghetto. My dad's truck was parked in the drive
thru. Some one else's Bently was parked down a couple
houses.
"You looking at the Bently aren't you?" Michael
guessed
By the sound of his sour tone, I could automatically tell whose
car that was. His brother's.
"I like your bike better." I said
He slipped the keys into the door and gently swung it open. We
could hear laughter and noise coming from the other room.
Michael's house was very old styled. The walls were green.
The rugs were old.
"You should probably let go of my hand." Michael
whispered
"Right." I laughed
We silently walked to the other room.
"Mamma, where is Mikey?" A little girl was questioning
Michael's mother.
"I'm sure he'll be here any second." Sarah
answered
"Your brother Chris is here, don't ya' like
me?" A young man with an Italian akcent asked the little
girl.
That must have been Michael's brother. He looked like the
average Italian. Tan skin, dark eyes. He was handsame as well.
But, absolutely nothing compared to Michael.
"No, you're mean, I want Michael." The little girl
protested
"But, I brought you a toy." Cristopher argued
"Leave the girl alone, can't you see she likes me?"
Michael spat
