Crybaby | Michael Langdon

5 - Jealousy - 5

Not everyone can be like me and Michael ;
The only problem is forgetting which side you're on ;

[ MGMT ; Me and Michael ]

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Marie was making herself a cup of hot chocolate, her mind elsewhere ever since she came home. Her brain kept bringing up the memory of Michael's bare chest, the way his eyes darkened when he looked at her and how his voice deepened. Just having his intense gaze on her had made her heart race and her mouth water.

She was aware of how handsome he was, his smile and his eyes were drawing her in like a moth to a flame, but this attraction felt different.

She was suddenly all too aware that Michael was a man.

Suddenly the voice of her mom yelling "Shield!" Broke her out of her daze, and she failed to register the soccer ball flying straight towards her.

She yelped as the ball hit the back of her head, and she whirled around to glare at Anne. "Ouch! Why now?"

Anne tried to act serious, but her lips twitched up in a sly grin. "You have to be ready at all time."

Since the day Marie accidentally summoned a strange invisible wall to stop her mother months ago, Anne decided to throw a ball at her at the most random times to surprise her and make her summon the shield again.

Marie was on her guard when using the bathroom ever since her mom used telekinesis to unlock the door before kicking it open as she yelled. "Shield, bitch!"

Sometimes she forgot her mom was only thirty years old, and she was reminded of how young she actually was by random childish acts like this. Moreover, since Marie was not much more mature than her mom, they would always end up throwing the ball at each other while the small apartment filled with yells and laughter.

Marie scoffed. "Like someone's gonna attack me in the kitchen."

"Us witches are problems magnets." Anne explained as she juggled with the ball. "You have awesome powers, learn to use them to your advantage."

The black haired girl muttered under her breath. "I don't care about them." Causing her mother to frown.

"You seem preoccupied," Anne noted casually. "Is something on your mind?"

"No, nothing." Marie answered too quickly, and she avoided her mother's inquisitive stare by adding cocoa powder into her mug.

She heard the footsteps of her mother, and she felt a pair of soft lips press a gentle kiss on her temple.

"You know you can tell me anything?" Anne asked in a quiet voice as she tucked a jet black strand of her daughter's hair behind her ear.

Marie knew that, yet something was restraining her from voicing the sudden changes she felt in her. Perhaps it was embarrassment, fear or just the need to protect her relationship with Michael, the only escape from her little lonely world.

"I know." She plastered on a smile, grabbed her mug and made her way to her bedroom. "Night, mom."

She heard a defeated sigh, followed by a "Goodnight, honey."

She closed her bedroom door and leaned back against it tiredly. Her eyes slid shut as she rubbed her forehead in hope of getting rid of her strange thoughts about her friend.