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Tough Love Part 13; Part 2
Iâ??m grateful for the votes Iâ??ve gotten so far. My concern is that a few of the parts has not been voted the way I expected, and I just ask you to please vote for it in a positive way. Put a smile on my face, lol. P.S. Iâ??m sorry about the grammar errors I made, because when I was reading it after I posted it, and I was thinking â??Oh my goodness, I hope people didnâ??t notice this!â? Or, â??I hoped they figured out what I meant.â? And I was going to post this last night, which was Christmas Eve, but got busted at 11:01 last night. I was mad, lol. I wish I could give you a Super-soaker Michael :D. And my computer, Disney (thatâ??s the type of computer it is) is one-years-old today. Part 2 of Part 13 from â??Tough Loveâ?, -Aariyan. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Touching Michaelâ??s hand makes you feel special. The fact that his hand seemed to protect mine made me feel important. But WHY? I donâ??t suppose to like him. Have ANY feelings for him. It was like his and my existence wasnâ??t meant to be, so why was this guy holding my hand? â??Well, arenâ??t you going to start walking?â? I stopped looking out in space, and felt embarrassed. I was still highly confused, though. â??What?!â? â??Are you going to start walking with me?â? Michael sounded a little irritated by the tone of my response. I donâ??t blame him. I know I wouldâ??ve done the same. BOTH of us know I wouldâ??ve done the same. He let my hand go and started walking. I wanted to ask him what was wrong with my hand, but once again, our argument wouldâ??ve been so childish. So I pressed the sketch pad to me and walked on behind him, not saying anything. When Michael found our landmark, I noticed the view of his car showed it to be tiny. He sat down on the ground and I did the same. In actuality, I had enough space between us, that if one of us would lean to our side, one of our arms would be able to stretch across the otherâ??s lap. Michael sat his things to the left of him, and I sat mine in between us. He criss-crossed his legs, while I pulled my legs up to me and tried my best to lay my head on my knees. I struggled a little at first, which he noticed, so I crossed my legs too, but I kept my knees up to my face. That was much better! I couldnâ??t bear looking at him in such an awkward moment, he probably didnâ??t even wana be around me. So I smoothly turned my head to the right. I felt like God couldnâ??t choose two better opposites than us. I mean, I REALLY wanted to hold on to my virginity more than anything. He has his, but I donâ??t have mine. Itâ??s just like heâ??s â??Prince Michaelâ?. And Iâ??m what, a peasant girl? The people we are right at this moment is too much to overlook. I sighed and kept looking at the sky. I felt a poke on my shoulder. I turned to look on my left and Michael had a hopeful smile on his face again. â??Whatâ??s on your mind?â? He whispered. I sighed, â??Itâ??s too much. Iâ??m sick of thinking things in an analytical way, right now.â? â??Then donâ??t,â? in a sense, he cut me off. There wouldâ??ve been a long pause, then I wouldâ??ve start complaining again. â??You try to study and observe too much at once, Lyric. Why donâ??t you just live for the sake of living? Do the robot or something, but stop sitting and being angry at life itself.â? â??Who are you to tell me to not be angry? To live? I am living! Donâ??t you see that?â? â??What I see is you living in anger.â? â??Thatâ??s not true.â? â??One minute anger, and then happiness.â? â??So what am I to you? Bipolar or an uppity-down spirit to you? Which one?â? â??Neither. I just donâ??t know WHAT I see and I hate that. You wear your heart on your sleeve. The world can tell what youâ??re feeling at that moment. You have so much to live for, but instead, youâ??re too busy being stuck in the past. A guy could tell you he could see himself being with you in the next twenty years. And guess what you would do, tell him falling in love isnâ??t your thang.â? â??No, thatâ??s not true!â? I was so close to tears. My face was flaming hot. My ears were letting out smoke. I felt all the wrath coming up through my throat, and in that form, tears started to form. Instinctively, I wiped the oncoming tears away. â??Then what is true?â? â??I donâ??t know, Michael. I donâ??t.â? Of course we didnâ??t say anything else to each other. For about two minutes, I saw him look at me warily. He probably thought I was going to run off again. I chose not to, though. Silently, he picked up his sketch pad. I didnâ??t know what was there to sketch, so I walked closer to the water. I sat criss-cross and started throwing rocks in the lake. I didnâ??t know what happened next. All I knew was I had so much anger coming out at once. One reason was for Michael comments about me. He was right. I just hate how some things were presented to me. He poured it all out to me. I started throwing rocks, sand, anything I could find that was on the ground. â??I hate you, you son of ass hole! How could you? And you couldnâ??t believe me! What you thought I was doing, lying for some damn sympathy?! And you sit around like this bull is okay! Then you donâ??t know who the hell I am, you prince!â? â??Lyric!â? Michael voice came. All I know is I felt him come behind, trying to hold me prevent me from falling in the water. I know I kicked something, which I think was his leg. He lost his grip, and I fell forward in the water. I came up for air. Nothing was badly damaged. The front of me just looked the worst. I immediately got out of the water. I saw Michael on the ground, tending to his knee. When he saw me running up the heel, he came up behind me like a jack rabbit. I didnâ??t know I was this bomb ready to explode, until he came behind me and hugged me. As I struggled from his grasp, his hug became a wrestlerâ??s grip. â??Stop. Move. Let me go, Michael!â? I was kicking around and was fighting him and all the pain that has haunted me since I was twelve. Those scars. The pain. The people faces. I wanted all of it to go away. â??Michael, move!â? â??LYRIC! STOP!â? I NEVER heard him yell that loud. I felt so helpless. So confused. So embarrassed. I fell on my knees, and covered my face in my hands. Michael decided to get on the ground with me. He had his arms wrapped around my waist. He also had his head on my right shoulder. I only squirmed from his once. After that, I didnâ??t move anymore. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Once again my story mad a twist. It wasnâ??t going to be like this by the end of this part, but you never know with the chemistry in between Lyric and Michael! Excuse me for any errors or grammar mistakes. There will be a part 3 to part 13, too. And have a HAPPY Merry Christmas!
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