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Shy People in WildLove(part12)ByMyaNekol
Here comes a really interesting part in, "Shy People" alright, so be prepared. Again Iâ??m thankful for all the votes that my work has been receiving. Thank You, Thank You, and Thank You more. Well here it is. Enjoy. ________________________________________________________________ Devondra: *(looking at an imaginary watch)* Well look at the time. I'd better get going. I'm supposed to be meeting up with some uh... associates. Alright then Bye. Me: But Devondra you've gotta.. She was gone before I could even finish my statement. Me: Well there goes my ride. Gees, now its just me and Michael holding the same... the same pad! I snatch it out of his hands with a smile. Me: Sorry. This is a smidget bit embarrassing isn't it. Michael: I guess *(looking away)* So, like do you need a ride or something? Me: No it's fine. I can figure something out. Michael: No I insist. *(sighing)* Come On. Well, he seemed like he really didn't wanna take me but felt it was the proper thing to do. I crossed my arms. I don't wanna be a burden or anything. I gotta make sure its alright. Me: Are you sure? Cause I sense a bit of a stank attitude. Michael: What I stink? Me:*(laughing)* No No. You haven't changed one bit. Michael: Yeah well neither have you. *(he said as we got into his fresh smelling car.)* The ride was pretty silent except for the directions to my home. When we got there I began to panickly rummage through my bag. Great, I must've forgotten to pick the keys up at the restaurant. Michael realized my situation and began to drive off. Michael: Listen to this, I'll bring you back to my house and in the morning you can call a locksmith. What do you say? Me: yeah, sounds like a plan. Michael: *(giggling)* Me: Whatâ??s so funny? Michael: You've still got that bag from Prom. Me:*(laughing along)* So. Its a nice bag. Finally we reach our destination and his home is absolutely gorgeous. I play it off but itâ??s castle fit for a great King or something. LOL. Michael and I are pretty hungry since we didn't eat at the restaurant. Me: Where are all of your maids and stuff? Michael: Well I told them that they could take the rest of the night off. It shouldn't be a problem though. I can cook. Me: Oh really? What can you do? Michael: I think Iâ??ll fix up some spaghetti with my famous meatballs. Me:*(hysterically laughing)* Michael:Oh...*(giggling)* Oh your sick Tasha. Your a little nasty Tasha. Michael was putting all of his "famous" ingredients into his meatballs. The green bell pepper, all of the seasonings, and then the onions. Me: Are you alright? Michael:*(sniffles as a tear runs down his cheek)* Yes Iâ??m fine. Me:*(smiling)* Dear, you know I wouldn't mind helping right. Michael:*( abruptly stops mincing)* *(whispers)* ?DEAR? Me: Like i mean you need a rest anyway. Michael:*(crying)* You can help. It was weird because the second i walked over to help mince the onions i began to cry as well. I hadn't seen Michael in TWO freakâ??n years, could i still have feelings for him? We continued to mince together. I think Mike was really crying because of the onions but I was crying because this is the way that I want things to be. But they couldn't be. Our relationship was once magical. And even though my mother kidnapped the magician, magic still lied softly in my heart. All the onions were fully minced and Michael turned to me. He looked into my eyes. He carefully stared into them. He caressed my face with the darkened side of his hand. This couldnâ??t be happening. Me: Mike I think I should go. I can't cause anymore problems in your life like I did when we were kids. I just feel like this right, but very wrong. Michael: No Love, your staying. Me: But Mike, Iâ??m not ready for.... Michael: If your not ready, then thatâ??s fine. I'm not asking you to be. I just want my Tasha back. As an acquaintance, as a friend, as a lover. Whatever. But we've got to fix this. For so long I've missed all the fun we used to have. Me:*(wiping tears from our faces)* Yes, me too. Michael: I got an idea. Me: What is it? Michael: Lets go eat our spaghetti in the theatre. We can watch a movie. Me: Sure. HEY! *(Michael cheats with a head start)* You ole' fat head. We watched, "Deliver us From Eva" and laughed the whole night. Tired and peacefully asleep in a friend's arms.... Or a lover's arms. ________________________________________________________________ I hope you've enjoyed it. Theres better things to come for Tasha and Michael. I need 10 votes to continue on with Part 13. -MyaNekol
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