Unwanted

Chapter 4

        The rain poured outside my bedroom window.  Ansleigh's funeral was exactly seven months before and I still couldn't get over the fact that she was gone.  My heart ached for my sister, and worst of all, I carried the guilt with me every day that I had ruined everything.  If I had never reacted so hatefully to Michael, she wouldn't have gotten angry with me.  If she wouldn't have gotten angry, she never would have texted me, and I never would have attempted to message her back while I was driving.  I'd lost weight because I couldn't eat...My parents tried to send me to a psychiatrist, but I refused. No one would understand my pain. No one would make me feel better- except Michael.

        Since my sister's death, Michael had constantly been by my side.  At first, it was a little annoying. I hated how he always wanted to talk, and how he always wanted to be near me.  As the months passed, though, I began to actually like him.  His dorky smile, his cute little laugh, and his wild hair.  Everything about him was perfect, but my thoughts were, "he'd never like me". It just so happened that the concert my sister and I had been to was the last concert of their tour for the next three years.  Michael then told the rest of the band that he was "taking some off time" to "make sure I was okay".  I wasn't complaining, though. Due to my constant anxiety, and the lack of someone to confide in, my depression worsened.  My parents allowed Michael to stay at our house.  He offered to pay them rent, but they completely ignored the gesture and let him stay in Ansleigh's old bedroom, which was right across the hall from mine.  

        I woke up with tears running down my face.  I guess I had been crying in my sleep again.  It had been happening for the past four nights, and each night, I couldn't go back to sleep.  When I used to not be able to fall asleep, I would just go get in the bed with Ansleigh, but she wasn't there anymore.  I unlocked my phone and checked the time.  2:51 AM. I had to go back to sleep.  I wouldn't be able to get out of bed in the morning.  I thought that maybe sleeping in my sister's bed would help, so I sat up and crawled out from beneath the blankets.  I shivered when my bare feet hit the cold, wooden floor.  I then tiptoed to my sister's room and walked to the bedside.  Looking down at Michael, I thought of how adorable he looked sleeping.  I honestly didn't want to wake him, so I turned around to walk back to my own bedroom.  Before I could leave, Michael grabbed me by the hand. I looked at him.

"Why are you up?" he asked while rubbing his sleepy eyes with his free hand.  

"I was-you know, it's not important," I lied.

"Come here," Michael coaxed me, gently tugging at my oversized sweater sleeve.  

I obeyed and laid in the bed next to him.  Once more, without meaning to, the tears began to flood my eyes.  Michael pulled me into his bare chest and put his chin on top of my head.

"Don't cry..I promise, everything will be okay," He whispered, "I'm here...Everything's okay."

I finally fell asleep to Michael softly singing "Wrapped Around your Finger"  with one of his arms wrapped around my waist and the other hand running through my hair. I felt safe, and I felt like maybe I was in love with him.

        The next morning, I woke to the smell of bacon and pancakes. I also noticed that Michael wasn't in the bed anymore.  I got out of bed and walked downstairs.  He was standing at the stove, cooking breakfast.  I giggled to myself as I watched him dance around in his sweatpants and attempt to flip a pancake, failing miserably and causing it to break apart in the middle. Slowly, I creeped up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Good morning to you too," he said with a laugh. Gosh, that little laugh that drove me insane."I'm making breakfast."

"I can see that," I replied as I walked to the cabinet and got out two glasses then got a carton of orange juice from the refrigerator.  I poured Michael and I both a glass and sat them on the table.

"Where are my parents?" I asked Michael after I noticed their car was gone from our driveway.

"I have no idea, but they left a note saying they'd be back in a week," he answered, grabbing our plates and placing them on the table.

"I have to deal with you for a week?" I groaned and sat down.

"Just a week," he replied with a wink,"unless you want to be alone longer?"

"In your dreams, Clifford," I said and punched him in his arm.

"More like in your's."he mumbled.

"What?" I snapped.

"Nothing," he sighed.

"Michael, why on Earth would you think I dream of you?" I demanded,afraid of how he knew.  God, please don't let him have found my journal.

He looked up from his plate and gazed into my eyes.

"You said you loved me in your sleep last night..." he stated, then he looked back down at his food and began cutting his pancake.

"I did not!" 

"Okay, so you didn't say that," he admitted.  

"I knew it!" I exclaimed.

But my victory speech was suspended right there because of the next confession that fell from his lips, "I did".

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