But Only In Red Ink || #Wattys2017

Chapter Eight

The end of the day finally rolled around and I was home within ten minutes of dismissal. The drive gave me some time to sit and think about what to say to him. Michael.

As soon as I got into my house and lounged in my room, I turned my phone on to read what he sent to me. Somehow reading his perfect grammar made me miss him. It made me miss his voice and his lips. I had to go with him now. I felt too attached not to go. I dialed his number, waiting for his answer.

"Ti?" He answered. "Tell me what's going on, love. Is it something I did?"

I immediately got butterflies in the pits of my stomach. His voice took mine captive. I could barely get anything out. "N-no. I just got a little paranoid, that's all. I'm still coming."

"Oh thank god," he sighed in relief. "You had me worried there.."

I stayed silent for a second at a loss of words. "I'm sorry," was all I could think of.

"I can't wait, honestly," I could hear his grin by the tone of his voice. He was so cute.

He began going on about what he had planned as I got up and started picking out clothes for the amazing weekend we were going to have. The more he spoke, the more excited I was.

And nervous. I began shaking. Michael Fassbender, my junior high crush, my best friend's father was going to take my virginity. This was all I wanted except it felt wrong. It didn't feel as good thinking about it coming to reality as I planned. Becky would hate me for this. But at the same time she could be extremely happy that she was going to love her new stepmother. Or not.  Maybe he would only want me for my body and not my heart.

This was difficult to think about so I continued listening to him and going through my clothing. Too bad it was only Wednesday. I was ready to go then and there.

•••

The end of the day on Friday was nerve wrecking. I felt out of my body once I heard the oh so amazing sound of our school's anthem through the speakers. Our principal let the seniors out ten minutes early. 

I promise you I have never got out of a classroom so quick. I was hauling ass to my car. Michael shot me a text telling me that he was at his house waiting for my arrival.

The normal drive was 15 minutes. I got there in 10.

Happy to see me, Michael embraced me deeply as soon as I got into the kitchen. "I swear it's been weeks since I saw you last."

"It feels that way, doesn't it?" I blush, looking down between us. It felt amazing being in his arms. I didn't want to be anywhere else at that moment.

He nodded, wearing a genuine smile on his face. "Let's get going then," he let me go and grabbed his bags. "Where's your luggage?"

"In my trunk, I'll go get it." I began to walk towards the door before he stopped me.

"No, go into the kitchen and grab whatever food you want for the ride," he opened the door with his foot. "Then get in the car and play whatever music you like."

He was giving me the damn aux cord. If this wasn't going to be the best trip ever, I don't know what would be. Luckily I already had a road trip playlist for family drives to Atlanta, which was only a forty-five minute drive from where I lived. I never got the aux cord in the car, thanks to Lights and her likable music that didn't make my dad want to either fall asleep or change the station. I just wore my earphones.

I didn't pick very many snacks. Strawberries, grapes, and bananas would work, along with cheddar sun chips. I grabbed a water bottle as well as a juice pouch. Childish, yes, but Caprisun was the shit no matter how old you were.

By time I got into the car, he already had our things in the trunk and he was just closing it. I locked the doors of my car and got in next to Michael, plugging in my phone. "How long is the drive?" I asked curiously.

"About two hours. Time will pass quickly. Don't worry," he framed his eyes with his dark sunglasses before pulling out of the driveway and onto the open road.

Jeff Buckley played through the speakers.

Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head..

"I didn't know you were a fan of Jeff Buckley," Michael said, keeping his eyes on the road.

And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well
Enough said..

"I love him," I popped a thick grape into my mouth. "If he were alive today, I would probably be planning to follow him on tour for the summer."

I know it's over, still I cling..

"You know, Radiohead- I know you know them- they struggled so much finishing Fake Plastic Trees, Thom Yorke went to a Jeff Buckley gig. He was so moved by his performance that the band went back to the studio and Thom sang Fake Plastic Trees twice before breaking down into tears." Michael informed me like he was there. I began to believe he was in the room at that moment.

Over..

"Sounds like something I would do." I looked at him, examining his face.

"And I would be there to hold you till you stopped crying,"

Heat rose to my cheeks at his comment. My cheeks got hotter once he set his hand on my thigh, moving it up higher. I watched closely, beginning to shake at the thought of his hand's possible destination.

He tricked me my moving his hand to my arm and taking my hand, pressing the back of it against his lips. He stopped at a red light to look at my hands then into my eyes. "You have such beautiful hands. I've been waiting to hold them.."

Oh mother

"And kiss them.."

I could feel

"I can't wait to make love to you, Tia.."

the soil falling over my head..

"I'm going to make you feel so special."