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Lauren's Love Part 6
I know Iâ??ve avoided the stories. Probably because I was doubting myself. I went over the last part before I started on this one. I also got more grief out, and I had a fairytale dream last night about him that seemed so real. It ended on a great note before I woke up, lol. (That was another time when I started on this part; but it happened.) Love like always, Aariyan. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Michael: *started fidgeting around* Me: *I tried reading what he was signaling.* What? Michael: I wonâ??t start this lying game Lauren. Butâ?¦ Me: What? Michael: *he bit his bottom lip* Something kind of came up, and we need to get back to Encino sometime today. Could we hold off eating a little? I know thatâ??s like a law Iâ??m breakingâ??asking a pregnant woman that.â? Me: *awkward* Yeahâ?¦ Michael: I ordered a bag of powdered doughnuts and milk for you. I selected some muffins too for me, but I probably wonâ??t eat them, so itâ??s all for you. Then he gave me a charming smile. Me: Thank you Michael. I guess Iâ??ll pack my stuff. You take a quick shower, then pack. Michael: Already packed. Me: Sh*t. Michael: Hey, hey. Me: Shoot. Michael: Iâ??ll help. Me: I KNOW that. Short notices and all. I smiled the best smile I could. So much for my fairytale morning with Michael. Packing wasnâ??t that hard. I was able to use one of Michaelâ??s bags to put knick-knacks in. Michael: Ready? Me: Yeah. I checked out of Room 365 with my heart on my sleeve. We got our food, and the lady at the desk, who never seemed to leave, finally bid us a farewell, told me her name was Lindsay, and gave me her number. I did notice though that I never got to see Chelseâ??nick-nameâ??again. I donâ??t think we ever exchanged numbers. I gotta say though, Jane and Lindsay favored in looks a little. Or was it Chelsea? I swapped the station to country, just to have something to hum along to. Michael turned lowered the volume, then looked at me. Michael: Lauren, my brother knows about us. I gripped his hand so quick. He stomped on the brakes. Michael: Lauren! Me: Pull over Michael. Now! Michael: Lauren, let me explain. Me: Then pull over! I could tell he was shocked, definitely caught him off guard. Michael: Lauren, my little brother wasâ??. Me: Oh yeah, forgot you wasnâ??t the youngest. Michael: Havenâ??t seen the Variety Show or any other specials? Me: Just tell me what your little brother was to do. He took a deep breath, and tugged on my hand tighter. The hand that I grabbed him with and never snatched away. Michael: Randy knew I wrote a note to Ma, he didnâ??t know what was in it. Me: Michael, speak up. I took his chin between my index (pointing) finger and my thumb. Me: Look me in the eyes. He reluctantly took another breath and licked his lips. He looked at me. Michael: Lauren, I donâ??t know how or how fast my brother knew where I was, but he called the spa Iâ??m guessing, and the receptionist told him my room number. He was quizzing me on my whereabouts; I had to tell him a few things. I squeezed his chin. Me: Like what, Michael? Michael: That you were pregnant, and I was only befriending you. Nothing happened, and Iâ?¦tickled your back. Me: Great Einstein. Just great. Michael: Weâ??re going to meet up somewhere and discuss. Me: So apparently your parents donâ??t know about me. And especially the baby. Michael: Marlonâ??s the one who called. Me: Oh, the funny-bone one, my man. I said sarcastically. Michael: Marlon promised me. Me: Promises arenâ??t always seen through, you know. Michael: Yeah, I know that. But look, Marlon knows this is something serious. He has at least one serious bone in his body, so donâ??t underestimate that. Me: Fine, Snappy. I was angry, and bothered by what he said. My thoughts were so tangled up, and I kept having small anxiety attacks. But while I was mad, I didnâ??t have to pee or eat surprisingly. I guess I was trying to see how long I could stay mad at Michael. Once we got to my house, I took my things out. Michael tried following me in. Me: Look Michael, we probably should, I donâ??t know, make our relationship more platonic. Michael: Laurie, Lottie, Iâ??m having my doubts too. Me: Oh, so you are? Michael: Iâ??m just scared. Me: Sure you are. Michael: Can we just be friends? Me: I thought that was what we were. But my thing is how could you say something like be in my life, hang up, then show up to my job on my birthday? Michael: Maybe we should be friends first. Me: Or always be friends. Michael: Well, we can always grow together. Me: Ya know Michael, maybe us trying to be friends isnâ??t working. Congrats on your album though. I know youâ??re going to be successful. Michael: This has nothing to do with my album. Me: I know. And I havenâ??t bought it yet. *I started to mumble* Was hoping I could get it for free. He ran to his car, and came back. Michael: Hereâ??s my own copy. Always keep it. For my sake, please. I looked down at it, meditated for a few seconds, then took it. I looked down at the CD case in my hands. He took my chin into his left hand. He looked so serene. I looked at him so confused, but instead, he looked quiet, and I wasnâ??t disturbing him at all. Me: Miâ?¦ Michael: *stares* Then he carefully focused on my face like it deeply hurt him to drop us like that. Both of his hands held onto the sides of my face. His hands were slightly moist. He clenched the bottom row of his teeth, and swallowed. I thought he was leaning down to kiss my lips, but instead he kissed me right between my eyes. I could tell he never wanted to let our embrace go. Because I had my hands on his waist slightly at first, then I really wrapped them around him. He let his lips leave my face with so much rigid-pain. Then he kissed the case. Someway I still had a bit of lipstick between my eyes, when I was doing my make-up and had one thousand thoughts going through my mind. There was a small smudge of lipstick on the case from where he kissed me. Then he gave me a weary smile. I clamped my hands over his ears. Me: Michaelâ?¦the baby shower. Theâ?¦our meeting with Marlon. Michael: MY meeting with Marlon. Laurenâ?¦ Me: You hypocrite! I refuse to do your hair. And I refuse to let you sweep me off my feet anymore! This feeling I had seemed every bit of bittersweet. I pushed my index into his chest. Better yet jabbed. I MADE him fall off my steps. I slammed the door. Then I remembered something. Michaelâ??s CD. I sung the door opened with so much force. Me: And hereâ??s you damn CD too! I threw it at him at an odd angle, hoping for it to fall, and shatter to the ground; but it didnâ??t. Miraculously he caught it. Michael: Lauren, this isnâ??t easy on me either. I slammed the door one last time, and the house shook. Poor baby trembled inside me, and I felt guilty. I left all my things at the door, and went to the couch. Then had to drag myself up to get my comforter and pillow. I sat on the bed, and slipped my paternity pants off. Didnâ??t bother to put them away. I went back to the couch, and turned on the TV, and watched it with no interest. The calmed down more, and I just closed my eyes. Not only was I pregnant and alone, someone who is so awesome thinks Iâ??m not good enough for them. This canâ??t be happening! I felt like my heart had got squished by Michaelâ??s own bare hands, and I was left crippled throughout the rest of my body. Someway though, I went to sleep with my things scattered around. So was my life. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I sorta ached with writing this too. But when thereâ??s a will, thereâ??s a way. I mean, câ??mon, we do have to think realistic, donâ??t you think? I know Iâ??m gonna have to have 2 POVâ??s right now. No other way, lol. Love Aariyan.
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