Gen followed Micheal's lead until his hand slid up her dress and she freaked. "Stop!" she pushed herself to his headboard. He looked at her with confusion. With a shake of her head she smiled pulling him to herself. Micheal pulled away from her and sat in front of her. he took the delicate hands that shook uncontrollably.
"You are not doing this because of Stacy are you?" the shake of the head was clear to him that she was because she wouldn't meet his eyes. "Look at me and say that you aren't doing this to prove to me you are better than Stacy."
"I am not doing this because of Stacy." yet she did not meet his eyes.
"Yes you are." his eyes searched her face. "Baby, I am not going to take that from you, it isn't all it is cracked up to be." she broke down in tears.
"I want you to love me." Micheal took her into his arms after she said this.
"I do love you honey." he pulled her into himself and lay beside her. When the morning came her red dress was spread over her legs and slightly off the side of the bed. His mother unlocked the door and walked in. Micheal was sitting beside her playing with her hair.
"Micheal! What is going on?" she whispered.
"She came at two in the morning, she was going to try and prove herself because of Stacy, but I told her that I loved her without wanting that from her then she broke down crying. I couldn't make her leave." he whispered back.
"Is she okay now?"
"I think so, unless Stacy tries to break us up again. It is killing me that I didn't trust her. I love her so much, I never want to loose her again." his mother came beside him and ruffled his hair.
"Just watch out for Stacy, Gen won't take too much of it before thinking you love another girl, she already struggles with it. She looks so peaceful, but did you get any sleep?"
"No, she kept crying in her sleep, every time I started to drift to sleep she would do something to make me worry about her." his mom kissed his forehead.
"I'll have breakfast ready in fifteen minutes, why don't you wake her up?" she said before going out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Part Eight: A Mistake
Posted by the not so perfect person at 7:10 PM
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