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Tough Love Part 9
Hello everyone! I just HAD to try something new. See if I would like it. I adapted to books so much so, go figure! Love like always, Aariyan :) ---------------------------------------------------------------- I put my ring on my married, since the ring wouldnâ??t fit on all of my fingers. Michael took my hand. â??Nice ring.â? I looked up at him. â??Thank you.â? â??Youâ??re welcome.â? Then he drove us to the market. I looked at him. â??Hope you donâ??t have a lot of homework.â? â??No, I donâ??t.â? Then I turned away and looked at the store. â??I donâ??t remember Clarence saying we were low on food.â? â??You never left your room to know.â? He smiled. â??Why donâ??t you eat a lot?â? â??Oh, I do. Every since you came though, I havenâ??t as much.â? I started fidgeting with my fingers and my mouth. â??Youâ??ve made me self-conscious.â? â??Oh?â? He asked. â??Thought we liked one another. We donâ??t supposed to be self-conscious around one another.â? He smiled again, and took my hand into his. Then he bit his lip. I felt a little zing in me, I wonâ??t deny, but I just HAD to get him back good. â??Come here. Somethinâ??s on my mind.â? He leaned over. I grabbed his head, and said in his ear, â??That sweatshirt, which is my fatherâ??s really need to make its way off you, because youâ??re looking ten years older. You might as well wear dad pants while youâ??re at it.â? Then I looked him in the face. â??Donâ??t worry though, itâ??s not like I havenâ??t thought of squeezing a few butts.â? I smirked, and got out the car, leaving Michaelâ??and maybe his ear lobes alsoâ??burning red. I was walking on the sidewalk, going into the place, someone grabbed my wrist. I turned around, and laughed. â??Uh Michael, youâ??re so boney, your little nips are poking through your T-shirt.â? He rolled his eyes. â??Câ??mon, letâ??s get this over with.â? â??Ainâ??t that something new?â? I asked. â??Thatâ??s not the Michael I know.â? His next smile was telling me a secret. â??Just another part of me.â? It was so cool going grocery shopping with Michael. Quickly, you adapt to getting whatever you want. It was embarrassing at first, but he let me get the Snicker bar before we got to anything else. â??Get it, you know you want it.â? I couldnâ??t help squeezing my eyes at his comment. He bought that first Just-in-case-if-I-was-tempted-to-eat-before-it-being-purchased, as he put it. For that matter, I grabbed a Twix too, with some gum on the side. I was enjoying the Snicker, and one of the nuts got stuck in the back of my bottom row teeth. â??Oh no. Not again Lyric.â? Michael started laughing. â??Hey, I know how to toy with my teeth to get it out.â? This one was easy to get out, because my tongue pushed it out, scooped the nut up, then I showed it to Michael by having it on the tip of my tongue. â??Nasty.â? He said. â??So, what are we tackling? Whatâ??re we buying?â? I asked while opening the pack of gum. â??Just some things.â? â??What?â? I started laughing. â??Did Reese give you some laughing gas, because all of a sudden, youâ??re acting unlike the Lyric I know.â? â??Or who you assumed. Let me see the list of stuff.â? â??No, I got it.â? He got more eggs; some flour; sugar; and butter. Then lastly, he got vanilla. â??Soâ?¦what are we supposed to do with some eggs, flour, butter, sugar, and vanilla? I know we could make scrambled eggs, probably put some butter on it to the least. But no syrup?â? â??You just donâ??t understand Lyric.â? â??About you, I donâ??t understand a lot.â? I really meant it too. Here I am trying to be friends, and heâ??s keep giving me the hand. If I couldnâ??t BE with him, I could be his friend. I donâ??t know what it is about boys when one minute they joke with you, teasing you, and everything in the world seems crystal clear. Youâ??re so sure you want to be with him. Then now. I canâ??t read your mind Michael! He just paid for the stuff, and put it in his trunk. I went to put the buggy up. I saw a guy dark brown hair. I looked up again and noticed it was that Cooper guy. He went to this small black speedy-lookinâ?? car. I kept looking until he happened to turn around, because this paper he was looking at whistled its way out his hands, and fell to the ground. I ducked down into the buggies. When he was mid-way up, he stopped, waved at me smiling, and winked. I watched in astonishment, and turned away. I went to the kitchen table and started my work. Clarence came fifteen minutes after that. â??Why Michael didnâ??t buy real food at the grocery store today?â? I demanded the moment he got in. He could tell me freely, because Michael went to the studio today. Said he had some epiphany, and had to sing it out. â??Something we know. You donâ??t. Just like that.â? â??Thanks Dad. Canâ??t get any more specific than that.â? â??Nope.â? He said. â??Now whereâ??s youâ??re good cooking?â? â??We got home fifteen minutes prior to you. That was the last thing I even thought aboutâ?¦.Have homework.â? â??Okay, Iâ??ll cook.â? â??Cook what? Spaghetti and meat baâ??.â? â??Oh god no! Why not heat up some can goods on the stoveâ?¦.So you wonâ??t feel too bad.â? I navigated to the couch. Sometime later, I smelled something burning. I got up, and saw Clarence trying to get the sizzling aluminum can, which was the cause of it all, out the pot. He dropped it, and made a splattering mess. â??Oh Daddy.â? I couldnâ??t help saying. â??No, I got it Lyric. Just finish your homework, sweetie.â? â??Then what are we gonna eat?â? â??We gotta enough eggs. What about omelets?â? â??Yeah. Omelets.â? When it came to dinner that night, it was just me and my dad. And I sat in my old spot, too. â??Weâ??re not good enough for him.â? I mumbled. And I meant for it to NOT be a question, but a statement. Almost demanding for it to be true. â??What was that?â? â??WHY is he here Clarence? He has a gigantic house. Brothers, sisters, peâ??!â? â??Who are either moving out or moving up.â? â??He can depend on La Toya, Janet, and Randy being there. He can depend on his hen! Why?! Why is a twenty year-old man here? Is this some love game youâ??re playing with us?â? â??Lyric, did he do something?â? â??No, he did nothing. He does NOTHING! I think thatâ??s the problem. Michael staying here is like talking to a wall. You get no feedback. I think itâ??s very pathetic, actually.â? He was speechless then. â??I think itâ??s best you donâ??t even concentrate on Michael.â? He motioned for me to sit on his lap, which I thought was the right thing to do. â??I always know you must like him. If heâ??s having this much effect on your self-esteem, you must like him.â? â??Daddy, I donâ??t know about him, or life. I donâ??t even know why Iâ??m here.â? â??You want to go back to your mom?â? â??For the summer, maybe.â? â??Okay.â? â??Not the whole, though. But if I go there and find her pregnant, I might just come back here.â? â??Iâ??ma get this house painted again, sometime.â? â??Oh yeah? You got the money?â? â??I believe I saved enough.â? â??Oh, okay.â? I went to eat the rest of y omelet. â??Lyric, thereâ??s this tie event coming up next month. I have two tickets, wanna go with me?â? â??Sure, why not. Can I get a black dress, no sleeves? With some gloves, and a mask?â? â??I donâ??t remember hearing it was a masquerade ball. But Iâ??ll check on it.â? â??Good then.â? Michael came home that night while I was still in a towel. Since he came home so late, I decided to get something of his. So I went to his room, and got a T-shirt. It had Popeye checking Olive Oyl outâ??one eye closed, standing studilyâ??with Popeyeâ??s enemy grabbing onto Olive Oyl. I put it on me, and it fit like the ideal T-shirt for night time. And it had some cologne on it. Or was it his scent? I think his scent. Either way, it smelled delicious. I went down there slowly, while Michael was in the kitchen. He heard my feet stick to the cold floor. He turned around, and smiled once he saw me. Then his T-shirt. â??Still have no pants on, though. And whatâ??s that, my T-shirt.â? â??Yeah. Do you like me in it?â? â??Yeah. Flatter your curves.â? â??Iâ??m still skinny, silence, â??Puberty did it to me.â? â??So, whatâ??re those bags for?â? â??Me.â? â??You. You donâ??t have to live in the best house, but you can have the nicer things in life.â? Some more silence. Then he came to me and put his hands on my shoulders. â??You need to get to bed.â? â??I know. Donâ??t want to stir any controversies up. Good night.â? Iâ??m glad he didnâ??t let me take one step when I turned around to go to bed. He hugged me, tight. Then he sniffed at me and the tee. â??You can have it if you want.â? â??I do. Thanks.â? â??Good night, Lyric.â? I squeezed his hand. â??Yeah, good night, Michael. I went to bed that night, in love with his scent. I felt so clean in it. What a souvenir! I know Iâ??ll have to wash it, but Iâ??ll make sure to have him rub some more cologne on it. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Do you guys like? It was going to be it short when she and Clarence were talking, but I didnâ??t think it would be right. Hope you vote. *And also, I didnâ??t make this reference in a post I had: â??From Aariyan to Bunny thanking her, I wanted to say I thought it was cool of you to be curious of Michael, Aaron. I think you should write a story, if you hadnâ??t yet. If you want, I mean, lol. Any friends of him, persuade him.
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