FUUUCCCKKK! Stop!
This could not carry on. I could not carry on like this. So I moved over to the bed and gave him a firm, yet playful punch on the arm (even though I wanted to hang onto his arm and kiss him.)
"Wake up."
Mike started to stir and finally opened his eyes. They looked red, as if he'd been crying or had pink eye, like the time we were ten and both got pink eye at the same time and kept giving it to each other over and over again. Our parents made us stay away from each other for a whole week. That's when we discovered the joys of sneaking into each other's rooms.
"What's the time?" He said with this adorable sleepy voice. My heart melted onto the floor and puddled by my jelly feet.
I looked at my cell phone next to my bed, ":."
"Shit," He sat up, "I've been here for most of the day. We've you been?"
"My dad and I went out for the day."
"Overdose on sugar?" he asked with a sleepy smile.
I nodded. "What are you doing here?"
"I came looking for you, I was worried when you didn't answer my messages." He glanced at my phone with a strange look. He looked almost angry, offended? Something wasn't right. Not that I was surprised. Nothing felt right at the moment.
"What's up?" I asked him.
He kept silent for a moment or two and then ran his hand through his hair, he always did that when he was thinking.
"So you and Jarrod hey?"
"What?" I asked surprised. This was the last thing I was expecting to come out of his mouth. Why did he even care?
"Jarrod. You know... what's up with him? You guys....?"
"What? No! Nothing like that. I mean, we're just friends."
"Doesn't sound like it," He shot a sideways glance at my phone again.
"Hey." I picked my phone up and shoved it back in my pocket quickly. "Have you been looking at my phone?"
"The message was splashed across the screen, I couldn't help it." He sounded defensive, bordering on angry and I didn't know what to make of this. A weird sort of silence crept into my room and stole both of our tongues. We just stared at each other and I could feel something changing between us. Not for the better. There seemed to be an undercurrent of something that had never been there before. Mistrust? Anger?
What the fuck was happening to us?
Mike finally broke the awkward silence. "We're moving by the way."
"What?" It was such a subject change that it took me a second to get it. "Where? I mean... moving? Like house moving? As in, not living next door moving?"
Mike hung his head and just nodded. It felt like someone had just driven a stake through my already fragile heart. "When?" I managed to say. It was almost a whisper.
He shrugged. "Soon I think."
A dark gloomy cloud suddenly descended on both of us. Like in a horror movie when some evil mysterious mist washes over an entire town and engulfs it, blocking out all the light. That's how it felt. A thick heavy mist had come in through the window and was sitting in the room, pushing down on us. I flopped down on the bed next to Mike, our shoulders touching.
"I... I... " I stuttered, but I didn't know what to say.
"I know." He said and we sit in silence again for a while.
"This is turning out to be one of the worst weeks of my life," he finally said. "First I can't find the girl that kissed me, and it's possible she could turn out to be the girl of my dreams, and now my parents are getting divorced, my mother is falling apart, literally, and now I'm moving. Is nothing going my way? It's like the universe has conspired to make sure everything around me is shit."
My heart quickened at the very mention of the kiss. But I also couldn't believe he was lumping it in with his parents getting divorced and moving. It was as if it was the end of his world that he couldn't find her. I didn't know whether I should feel offended, or flattered. But instead I felt bad again. He'd been running around chasing a lie that I had created.
"Plus, you're dumping me for Jarrod." His voice had a slight acidic edge to it.
"I'm not dumping you for anyone."
"Well, seems like you're going to be hanging out with him now..."
'I'm not going to be hanging out with him, it was just... well, I guess I'm just sick of being you're third wheel."
"Jesus!" He sat up abruptly. "You think you're the third wheel?
"Well... yes." I cringed at the sound of the words coming out of my mouth. They had a kind of desperate quality to them that I didn't like.
"You're anything but the third wheel Maria. You must know that by now?" Mike was sitting straight up now and staring at me. I melted. I wanted to be closer to him so badly right now. I craved his closeness. I could almost feel it. I'd had a taste of it and it had been cruelly ripped away from me. I wanted him so badly. I just wanted to be his...
Maybe that's why I decided to do it. Or maybe I had just lost my mind. Maybe it was the news of him moving away that suddenly made me panic and made me want to reach out to him in any way I possibly could. (That and I walked past the TV later than night and saw that 'Catfish' was on.)
So that night I sat down at my computer
