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Tough Love Part 83
Chapter 83 You and I â??I see yâ??all have a new dog. I was just telling Michael how I donâ??t do no animals,â? she laughs. For some reason unknown to me, my mom doesnâ??t tolerate many animals other than a fish in a tank. Sheâ??ll look after one if she was asked, but sheâ??s not a full-blown lover of them either. I never held it against her though, because her comments about them were so comical. â??I told her I got him from New York.â? I noticed he didnâ??t say â??weâ?, which I was fine with. â??Yeah, heâ??s well-behaved.â? I add in. I could imagine Bruno looking over at me with the TRUE â??puppy eyesâ?. And Iâ??m not kiddinâ?? either. He has it down pact. If only he could talk because the dog looks sad a lot. It was Momâ??s idea to stop a local store to stock up our cabinets some, and Dad didnâ??t want her to go alone, so he went with her. After they left it was just me and Michael and Bruno. He sits on the couch and I crash down beside him. â??I would let Bruno out again but I donâ??t want him peeing on the carpet.â? â??Iâ??ll clean it. But do you think heâ??s a littleâ?¦depressed?â? â??He just needs some company, maybe.â? â??Likeâ?¦your house?â? â??Jan wonâ??t mind. She knows thereâ??s history behind him.â? and he smiles. I was microwaving some glazed doughnuts when the doorbell rings. Michael was upstairs, probably in his room, so I didnâ??t get to give him a concerned glance. Nevertheless, I go up to it and look through the peep holeâ?¦Dylan Cooper. I turn away from the door and try to walk away. It rings again. I take a deep breath, unlock it, and here he is. When I look at him like he doesnâ??t belong here, he motions for us to sit on the swing. I take a deep breath and hold up my finger. I was hoping Michael would be coming down the stairs, but he isnâ??t, so after I close the door, I run up the stairs and I see the bathroom light is on and I hear the shower, but I still need to tell him Iâ??ll be outside on the glider if he was looking for me. I knock on the door but he doesnâ??t get here fast enough, so I bang on it a little. Finally I hear the door unlock and open. â??Hey I was gonnaâ??â? I look down and I see heâ??s in only a towel. I was so concentrating on what I was going to tell him and I was focused on his face until I saw his dripping chest. â??Yeah?â? I look back at him and now Iâ??m more nervous than I was before. â??Yeah, I was going to go outside and sit on the glider some.â? I think I was a little noticeably nervous. â??Yeah? Why are you telling me?â? â??I just was thinking so.â? â??Lyric, why are you really sitting out there?â? â??No reason.â? I shrugged. â??Really?â? I shrugged again. â??Whoâ??s out there?â? â??No one!â? â??Yeah?â? â??Yeah.â? He folds his arms and nods at me mockingly. Then he lays his hand on my shoulder as he moves me out the way. â??Wait, Michael!â? â??I thought you said no one was out there.â? He peeks through the peephole and swing the door open. Dylan Cooper was sitting on the arm of the glider and as he gets up to look in at us, Michael pulls me in to him. I felt the water on his body dry up some. â??Yeah?â? he asks him. When Dylan couldnâ??t say anything and looked a little shocked, Michael boldly says, â??Weâ??re kinda in the middle of something.â? And slams the door in Dylanâ??s face. As I look at him in disbelief, he goes back to the door and I plop down on the couch as I stare at Michael as he checks to see if Dylan has left. Once heâ??s sure Dylan is gone, I see him walk away from the door in relief. He walks over to the recliner by the door and sits there. Thereâ??s momentarily silence. â??What in the hell was that?!â? I try my best to not crack a smile, but I had no choice. I start to laugh. And Iâ??M the one who just said this! Michael looks around then back at me. â??Shouldnâ??t I be asking you that? Why did he show up? Werenâ??t you trying to got out on the steps with him?â? â??Yeah I was.â? â??WHAT went on on that â??hockey dateâ???â? â??Nothing. It didnâ??t go farâ?¦.I just think he wanted to kiss me but he didnâ??t.â? â??Thatâ??s goodâ?¦.Did you want him too?â? Good question. â??I donâ??t knowâ?¦I think I was just curious.â? â??Why?â? â??Heâ??s suave.â? â??And Iâ??m not?â? â??Well youâ??re the one in the towel.â? He looks down. â??Maybe I should take it off now.â? I laugh. â??Now I wish you wouldâ??ve made it more believableâ? â??How?â? â??You couldâ??ve snatched my shirt off. I have on an undershirt. No biggie.â? â??And snatched off your jeans too. I bet you donâ??t have no shorts on underneath that.â? I smile. â??I donâ??t.â? Weirdly enough, I decide to go upstairs and take a shower myself. Michael tries following me because his stuff is still on the bathroomâ??s floor. I laugh as he scrambles them up. â??If they come back while Iâ??m still in here, knock twice.â? â??Okay.â? So I take a shower and I never get a knockâ??much to my delight. I peek downstairs, and Michael is there. â??Hey, are they home?â? â??Did you get a knock?â? He smirks. It was like he was asking â??Was I naked under my towel.â? I beam a smile, throw my stuff in the basket, and go down there with him. As he covers me with the blanket we were sharing, I lay my head on his shoulder. â??What do you wanna watch?â? â??Doesnâ??t matter.â? He turns the TV down a little. My eyes are already closed as we talk. â??Truth?â? â??What is it?â? â??Do you want to have a baby with M.J.?â? I throw my head up. â??WHY would you ask something like that?â? â??Because you care about him so much.â? I laugh. â??Michael, just because you care about someone so much doesnâ??t mean you have babies with them. I only been dating him for only a month Michael. I donâ??t have a life commitment with him.â? â??Iâ??m not stupid on these subjects. I was just wondering if you ever feel like that.â? â??Well at the heat of certain moments, you do and say anything!â? â??Why?â? I laugh. â??Iâ??m sure you know this too, but itâ??s simply a matter of intimacy. Lust does things to you.â? â??Well what attracts you to him the most?â? â??Hmmâ?¦what attracted you to Tatum the most?â? I laugh and he caught on to my joke. â??But I think I love how he defends meâ?¦when heâ??s pissed about something and he gives his â??I donâ??t give a â??blankâ? attitude. He has a way with wordsâ?¦.Maybe why I havenâ??t thought of Dylan Cooper because of M.J. He isnâ??t afraid to be himself.â? â??Do you ever feel like heâ??s moving too fast?â? I place my knees under my chin and wrap my arms around them as I think about his question. Does he know something I donâ??t? â??Sometimesâ?¦.â? â??Aha! I knew there had to be something about him that never added up. Did he force himself into your room?â? â??Michael, I donâ??t want to talk about it right now be no, he hadnâ??t.â? And I leave it like that. How can I tell him I LET M.J. walk in? The rest of our time together, he slips me on his lap like itâ??s nothing, and weâ??re laughing. I genuinely laugh like I havenâ??t in a while and I get to hear his laugh, which is so distinctful. Well I heard different varieties. â??You know Michael, if I couldâ?¦Iâ??d think Iâ??d date you.â? He looks down and shakes his head. â??I would seriously.â? â??Just the two of us?â? I think about it and nod. â??Youâ??re very wittyâ?¦and I like that in you. Youâ??re just like everyone else, and I love how you keep surprising me of that every time.â? â??Oh really.â? â??Really.â? I face him as weâ??re still looking at each other. â??Hey, but didnâ??t you say we were in the middle of something? What if he tells my dad?â? â??What if he tells youâ??re dad he has the hots for you? What if he knew the only way Dylan knew I was like that was because he showed up at your door?â? â??But didnâ??t you tell him we were in the middle of something?â? I enforce again. â??Yeah why?â? â??Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce.â? I chant as I actually bounce. He throws me off and my head lands on the sofaâ??s arm as Iâ??m bursting with laughter. â??Unfinished business, hunh?â? â??Unfinished business.â? I repeat what he says. He kisses my cheek and I feel his lips go to my neck again. â??Uhhh,â? I gasp. â??Unfinished businessâ?¦.â? I hear him mumble again. This time, I get the strength to push him off of me. As Iâ??m staring at him, Iâ??m not sure of what to do first. If I bite his neck next, I think Iâ??ll want to kiss him first. And if I tell him to take his shirt off, Iâ??ll want to rub my hands all along his chest and stomachâ??but thatâ??s a cliché! Michael holds onto my waist with both hands. â??I think I wanna go to the backyardâ?¦.â? â??To get in more trouble?â? â??I just think I want to go to the backyard, Michael.â? He looks at me for another moment. But Iâ??m not jokinâ??! â??Alright then.â? He mumbles. He holds me the bridal way as I wrap my arms around his neck. â??Wait, let me turn off the alarm.â? I giggle as I run over to turn it off. Then I jump on his back as we head out there. â??Where to?â? I point at the grass, letting him know I wanted to sit there, but I lay on my back instead. As he looks with confusion, I use my pointer finger to let him know, â??Hey, lay with me.â? So he does. Iâ??m glad as he picks up on my mood. In actuality, Michael kisses my neck again, but I think it gets old to him. I feel him go back to my chin. Thatâ??s when I flip us over and as Iâ??m peering at his face, his eyes are daring me to do itâ?¦to do something outrageous like he had done to me. I smirk and lean down as I did it, I pecked Michael, but for a long while. He held it there for us as I started losing my breath. Finally he lets go and I lean off of him as I look. Did I just do that? I question myself. He rolls us over again, which I wasnâ??t suspecting. I feel his hands slide up my back, which had no bra on covering it. â??What are you gonna do?â? I question him. He puts his mouth to my ear. â??What do you want me to do?â? I nearly gasp, but I shiver right there. â??Anything.â? I mumble through my shivers. I hear him scoff at me through his laughter. Michael stands up, THROWS ME over his shoulder again! And he walks us in the house. He sits me on the counter. â??What are you going to make?â? He doesnâ??t say anything as he goes in the fridge. We have half carton of strawberries left. We also have chocolate syrup and he microwaves that in a bowl. After he gets it out, he swirls the strawberry in the chocolate. As he has it moving to my mouth, I make the decision that I was going to bite into it, until he teases me and rub the chocolate on my thigh. When I lean my head to the side, he outlines the drippings of the chocolate and puts his finger in his mouth. â??How does it taste?â? He looks at me. â??Hella good.â? And I canâ??t help but laugh. I grab for that same strawberry and as I was about to eat it, Michael reaches for it, so I let him. Then he bites into it and hands me the rest as I devour the strawberry until it is nothing but petals. As he absentmindedly put the bowl in the sink, I sit there, wondering what heâ??s going to do next. Michael reaches for me as I wrap my legs around his waistâ??and quite luckily, his butt also. He carries us up the stairs, but I donâ??t think heâ??s going to do anything like that. But then he goes to my room, turn on my light, pull my comforter back and sheets back, lay me underneath them as he pulls them over me. â??Good night Sugarplum. You have a long day ahead of you.â? He says as heâ??s stooped on his knees by the bed. Then he kisses my forehead. â??Plus, I have to remove that chocolate and strawberries from the kitchen counter, anyways.â? then he laughs. As he reaches my doorjamb, I decide to sit up. â??Michael?â? I desperately say. â??Yes?â? he doesnâ??t turn around until I donâ??t answer him. So he finally does. I nod for him to come over to where I was. â??Read me a bed night story?â? â??Uh Lyric, itâ??s called a bedtime story.â? â??Yeah, that. I just forgot what it was called.â? â??What do you want it to be about?â? â??I have some books if you need one to read.â? â??Lyric, what is this really about?â? I want you. â??I donâ??t knowâ?¦I just donâ??t want this night to end.â? â??Then what do you plan on doing?â? â??What about we take a drive. Just you and I.â? â??Since when do you like stuff like that?â? â??I just want to talk one-on-one. You and I.â? â??Do you have any idea of the time though?â? â??Well itâ??s only a few minutes before twelve.â? â??Well itâ??s only a few minutes before twelve.â? He mocks me. â??Do you want to or not?â? â??If thatâ??s what you wanted, thatâ??s all you hada say.â? â??Well I just thought of it Michael, dang.â? â??Do you still want to?â? â??Sure. We can leave Dad a note.â? Then the phone rings. Fate intersecting again. Michael answers it and hangs up. â??Wrong number.â? â??Perfect!â? I perk up. â??Iâ??ll leave him a letter.â? He says as I fish a pencil for him. Then I peek over his shoulder as he writes: Clarence, Lyric & I got bored at the house. We decided to grab a bite of eat and sightsee thru some of L.A. Weâ??ll be back as soon as possible. - Michael â??How bland.â? I laugh. â??Well, do you want to write anymore?â? â??I think Iâ??m fine.â? THIS time I surrender! â??Okay then.â? He leaves the room and I put on a bra and some sweats with my bedroom shoes. Michael is the same, but he has on tennis shoes instead. It felt weird leaving the house at this time because it was colder. I go to open my door, but he does for me. As he closes his door afterward, I see that he ACTUALLY wants to kiss something else other than my forehead, but thatâ??s what he kissed. Then he cranks up and leaves the driveway. He asks what I want to talk about. I told him whatever he wanted to talk about, which made him laugh. â??What aboutâ?¦some of the things you learned that led you up to making your own album with your brothers. Did yâ??all produce it all?â? He looks surprised as I actually want to talk about Michael and vainly, not myself. â??Yeah, we did. But I canâ??t tell you all the secrets within the album until you hear it. I already made the mistake and let you hear so much. Have you told anyone?â? â??I actually buried it all and kept it locked up away.â? â??Good job.â? I rolled my eyes at him and laugh. Somehow, we stop by a McDonaldâ??s driveway and order ONE vanilla milkshake. And we share a spoon. Michael pulls up into a parking space as we took turns eating it. â??Yâ??know, this spoils everything.â? â??What?â? I ask him. I was drifting off to sleep, but when he says that, it makes my heart burn in fear and I turned alert. â??It spoils everything. If you werenâ??t with HIM, Iâ??d be a hundred percent agreeable to eating this shake with you.â? â??With sharing a spoon?â? â??Yeahâ?¦.â? As he was about to eat a little more for the second time in a row, I stop him and aim for his lips. I feel that Iâ??m kissing his bottom lip before I pull away and giggle as I hug into him. Though you suppose to give your driver his or her personal space, I didnâ??t. Michaelâ??s voice got softer as slow music played and a light rain started. His arm was wrapped around my waist. â??Lyric? Lyric?â? I shake my head, trying to shake out of my daze, but he positions me back into my seat before he cradles me again like I was his spouse. Once again, he puts me in my bed. â??Are they here?â? â??Noâ?¦â? he shakes his head and kisses my neck. ~!~!~~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~! WHY canâ??t they just date already? ;) -Aariyan
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