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Show Me What Love Feels Like Ch. 5
Hi. Sorry this chapter was late. Just came back home a couple hours ago from vacationing in Atlanta, Georgia. ---------------------------------------------------------------- **Recall: Teenager Misty Ravens spends a night in Michael's house, only to be faced again with his bitter wife, Lisa Marie.** I then froze again. There she was...again. Her face again showed a scowly look to it that intimidated me into shutters. Then yet again, I felt that she didn't deserve such a man like Michael and my feelings needed to be expressed. I wanted to speak words but her mean glare kept the words frozen and shut. We awkwardly paused with silence in between us. My mouth was fighting to bring out words, but the intimidation burned strong- er than mouthwash being put onto a mouth sore. Just before I was able to at least let out a sound, Michael appeared into the kitchen with a sweet greeting. "Good morning, ladies," he said in the sweetest tone. "Good morning," I said with a smile. Lisa did not respond to Michael's "good morning." Instead she just sat there and crossed her arms like the whiny little bitch she was. I mean, she did intimidate me from the outside, but on the inside, she was my fantasy punching bag. "Lisa," Michael said, opening the cupboard where he grabbed a coffee mug, "You didn't say 'good morning' back, honey." He then walked to her to kiss her but she turned her head away from his direction and then distanced herself from the kitchen, clearly avoiding him. Michael stood like a lost man, wondering what he ever did wrong. "What did I do wrong? All I wanted to do was to help someone, but...it doesn't matter, according to her." I couldn't respond. I just stood, clueless of what to say or what to do. I thought whether I should have comforted him or just continue to stand without a word being used. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood without speaking. I did what I always found to be comfortable: being shy and not speaking out. Being shy was always my character; not speaking my mind was always my comfort zone. But I always kept my hidden secrets in a journal which I had been expressing in since the age of twelve. The journal was my relief. Before that the tension of not speaking my mind was being put on my shoulders and the journal lifted the tension off. "Do you want some coffee, Misty? I don't mind making some for you," Michael offered to distract me from the situation with Lisa Marie. "O-Okay," I shyly replied with a small hidden smile. He smiled back. "Okay," he replied as he walked to the cupboard for a second coffee mug. Michael and I had sat in our Disney PJ's, sitting cross- legged on his living room floor, sipping careful bits of coffee from Tinkerbell coffee mugs, just giggling like little children playing in the sunflower fields. He was a very fun person to spend time with; it felt like he understood me and he could relate to me completely. Even though we had only known each other for less than a day, I felt as if I had known him my whole life, and I'm sure he felt the same way about me. Mike and I were big kids with little dreams. "Hey, you know what, Mist?" he asked, naming me by my nickname. "What?" "We should try something new this morning." "What do you mean?" I asked clearly confused. He then turned to me with a mischevious look to his face. "Have you ever had ice cream and cookies for breakfast before?" "Mmm, no," I said with an equally mischevious smile, knowing what he was thinking. "Have you ever thought about it?" "Maaaaybe," I said, giggling. "I'll get the cookies, you get the ice cream...Go!" We raced to get the sweets and planned to meet each other in the same spot with the snacks in thirty seconds. Thirty minutes later, we continued to laugh and jump around like sugar-hyped six year olds as we finished the whole carton of Ben and Jerry's cookies n' cream ice cream and the whole pack of Chips Ahoy chocolate chip cookies as we watched a Peter Pan movie. "Ahh, that wretched Captain Hook," Michael said, licking the rest of the last scoop of ice cream from his spoon. "Ehh, I like his metal hook at the end of his sleeve," I said, laughing, while I wiped the small cookie crumbs from my mouth, "I think it's fashion foward," I continued, causing Michael to giggle. After the movie had ended, we had continued to sit in silence, and that was when my heart couldn't hold any more expressions. I had to finally tell him what was on my mind. It was eating me up inside. "Michael?" I asked. "Hmm?" he said turning his head to me. "Can you answer this question honestly--and when I mean hone- stly, just be blunt with it." "Sure. Ask me anything." I paused and then finally gathered up the courage to ask. "Why are you with her?" He paused, knowing what I was talking about, clearly, but pretended as if he was confused. "What? What are you talking about, Mist?" "Why are you with Lisa?" I asked, rephrasing my question, so he could "understand" better. "Misty, that is a stupid question," he said. "If it's so stupid, why won't you answer my question completely? " "What?" he said, pretending to be even more confused. "You promised you would be honest with me. Don't break your promise," I told him with a serious face and an even more serious tone. "Oh, Gee," he said, rubbing his temples, then sighed, hoping that his next answer would satisfy me. "Misty, I love Lisa. And deep down inside, she is a great person. She just has her moment sometimes, that's all. She is an excellent wife to me." "If she was such an excellent wife to you, she wouldn't have been so bitter and disrespectful towards you." "Misty..." Michael said, wanting to forget the whole convers- ation, but I wasn't going to let him get away just yet. "Just look at how she treats you, Michael. I hate to see you try to do the best you can for her just to get your respect smushed on like a piece of bread on the street." "I-I don't wanna talk about this," he said at last, walking away from me. I was left alone, sitting on the floor by myself, suddenly regretting what I had just said. Why did I say that to him? I should have been considerate of his feelings and how he was going to react, but my feelings needed to be said. I know I was too blunt with it, but it was indeed true. All Lisa Marie cared about was herself, and ever since I was in Michael's household, I have never seen her give a damn about what he wanted, but what she wanted instead. I still sat on the floor, deeply regretting my harsh, but true, words. Tears suddenly began to stream down my cheeks. What if what I said would affect our friendship? I was afraid that he was going to remove me from his house because of what I said. I was afraid of losing him; afraid of losing the only person I could run to... I walked throughout the house, only to find Michael at the zoo, feeding Gypsy two peaches and three bananas. His face looked sad and full of despair, as if he knew what I had told him was indeed true. "There ya go, Gyps," he told the elephant as he softly ran his hand down the animal's scaly rough back. "There ya go." I cleared my throat, hoping to catch Michael's attention. And I did indeed. He turned to me and looked at me with eyes that said exactly this: "Misty, you're right. She doesn't respect me and sometimes I regret ever marrying her." "Hi," I said, standing still, still in my pajamas. "Hi," he said back with a small grin. I walked to him and rubbed my hand against Gypsy's skin. "Look...I-I'm sorry for what I s--" "No, you're fine," he said. "You're right for the most part. Most of the time she isn't a good wife. She hurts me a lot and did things to me that shattered holes in my heart. Some days I look in the mirror and ask myself, 'why would you do something this stupid, marrying her?'" "I'm sorry, Michael.." I said placing my hand onto his back. "I'm very very sorry." "Yeah, me too." "But here's the good part about it. You have me. If you need someone to talk to, I'm always here." I smiled warmfully at him. He lifted his head from the floor and exchanged a smile. "Promise me that we'll be best friends forever. Never betray me. Never," he said with a serious tone, the most serious that I had ever seen him. "I promise." "Pinky promise," he said, changing from his serious tone to those cute laughs of his. "Pinky promise," I said as we did our pinky promise handshake. Out of everyone I had had contact with all through my life, Michael was the only one I felt comfortable with. I could depend on him to express my emotions to and to let my mind run free without any limits. He was my human journal...I just knew I could tell him anything... To Be Continued... **What will happen after Misty promises Michael that she wouldn't betray him? Will the tension between Lisa Marie and Misty soon explode? Will Misty and Michael begin a relationship more closer than just a friendship? Find out on chapter 6!!***
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