After Gen left Stacy threw rocks at Micheal's window until he came out on his balcony. Once he saw her he felt like he was going to be sick, but he invited her up against his better judgment.
"What do you want Stacy?" his voice held irritation.
"To make you feel better about getting stuck with such a nag." she began to unbutton her jacket.
"Are you insane, one I love her, and two it is burning up outside." he moved away from her to make her face his back. She shouldn't be here. If Gen finds out you are dead for sure. Get her out! Now! Micheal soon felt hands sliding up his back underneath his shirt.
"Come on Mikey...relax." he spun around so see her in heels, a short skirt, and a bikini top. WHOA MAMA! No...don't you dare look at her! This is going to end badly and if you don't get her out it is over with Gen. Kiss your true love good bye.
"Get out Stacy." she pouted those red lips and batted her round blue eyes.
"Don't kick me out. We've just got started." she took his hands and put them on her hips. Micheal shut his eyes tight and jerked his hands away shoving them in his pockets.
"NOW!" when he opened his eyes Stacy was already about to kiss him. It hit him like a brick. "No!" he pushed her off of himself and threw her jacket at her.
"But..."
"I don't love you okay?! Gen is all I want and I already screwed up with you once and lost her, I am NOT going to do it again. Get out." Stacy ran down the stairs and home. She had made a fool of herself. Micheal sat on his bed and played 'their' song. He hated it but loved it all at the same time. Gen had taken him back after he had broken his promise. Stacy didn't deserve what he had done to her either.
"You look gorgeous, as usual." Gen blushed as she swished back and forth in her ball gown prom dress. She would be leaving in the morning and prom had just ended. Micheal was in his dress pants and white shirt from the tuxedo. His whistle flew throught the air before the sprinklers came on.
"Micheal! It is from our song!" her smile was huge as she laughed and spun around in the water. "Dance with me Micheal!" and he did. When they stopped dancing he bent in and kissed her for the first time. She had a sharp intake of breath before throwing her arms around his neck.
Micheal dreamed about that night until his alarm went off telling him it was time to see her again.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Part Three: Fearless...Sorta
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