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    Nanette (Nan)

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    Michael


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    Sylvia (Nan's Mom)

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    Jasper

    7 months later...

    I couldn't wait for him. Michael was in my head all day long on Saturday. When I say my mother, Sylvia, her head was replaced with Michael. I wanted so badly for him to hurray up in his super fast Corvette, and to get in holding his hands and listening to the engine purr.
    I sighed eventually and gave up trying to watch television. I clicked the remote button and everything went quiet. The curtains blew to the side as a gentle, summer crisp breeze went by.
    I paced around the room, trying to think of something to do to pass the time by more quickly.
    The room needed some cleaning I suppose. I grabbed a vaccum, and zoned out of space.
    Daydreams and fake visions filled up my head. I hadn't intened to suck up part of the trashbag or the rug.

    "Nan, my Nan. What are you doing cleaning? You know our maids can vaccum it," Michael's silky voice said.
    "O-okay," I replied, not feeling the vaccum slip out of my hands.
    "Come over here. I want to talk," He insisted, and I followed.

    "OW!" I screamed. I fell down to the floor as I tripped over the plug for the vaccum. "Michael?" I asked.
    I searched the room for him, but he wasn't here. Stupid daydreams! I thought.
    I decided it was better not to vaccum and dragged it back to the linen closet. I shut it quietly and my stomach snarled as I walked past the orange kitchen. I rubbed my stomach as I edged closer towards it.
    "Hungry?" I heard a familiar voice ask. I whipped around to find Michael towering over me, smirking.
    He handed me a little bag. Smells wafted over me. Chicken! I thought.
    "I thought you were," He replied, answering for me. He settled down in one of the beige chairs and leaned back. "Miss me much?" He asked as he watched me devour the chicken.
    I smiled,"Yeah, in fact I almost died today." His golden eyes sparked as I said that and he roared in laughter.
    "I'm that loved,huh?" He asked. I nodded sheepishly. He smiled and revealed dimples.
    "Dimples?" I laughed. I watched his heart melting dimples slowly fade and become skin again.
    "Nan, you know I don't love you, right?" He asked. I stopped eating.
    "What do you mean?" I demanded. He shook his head slowly.
    "You know exactly what I mean, Nan. We just can't really be together. I'm turning 19 tomorrow and I need to go away from you to college. Well, the reason I came here was because of your father. He paid me to watch over you until I turned 19.
    "I watched over you when we were in grade school. I always did watch over you. When you were 7, I was already 10. I have to go to college, and I don't want to leave you.
    "If you think I followed you around because I loved you, well sorry, but I don't. I only love you as a friend. I hope you understand..."
    I was speechless as fury bubbled in my chest. Tears fell down my cheeks.
    "I'm 15, you don't have to leave, I can come with you to college," I whispered. He rolled his eyes.
    "You don't get it do you? I've known you for, jeez, 8 months. I have to go to college by my own and have a life of MY own. This is a good-bye Nan. Nice meeting you and good luck with your exams," He replied and left before I could even talk things out.
    A scream erupted from me, and so did tears. My body quievred and I wanted to die. I wanted to die right now, to make him stay longer. My body longed for him, my lips wanted his moist ones on mine.
    I finally cried myself to sleep. I had nothing else better to do than fall asleep...

    To Be Countined...