after, our waitress comes over and we
order drinks.
“What kind of music do you listen to?” I ask him
when she scampers off.
Micah relaxes back on the chair as he replies,
“Mostly eighties rock. I don’t really listen to anything mainstream.”
“Yeah, me neither.”
Just as Allysen finishes up ‘ I Had a Lover I
Thought Was My own ’, she transitions into ‘ Spare Parts ’ amidst the
applause. Micah spins away from my gaze and looks over at her, listening
intently to the words. His face is overshadowed by mystery, like the lyrics
send him back into a memory he most likely won’t share. His eyes lower to the
glass of water on the table when she reaches the part:
…whatever you got lyin ’
around
in the
back of a closet or on the ground
under your
bed
I’d like to take it home with me…
I’m fascinated.
He stays adrift for a few seconds until the
waitress returns with our drinks. When his eyes glide back to me again, his
lips slightly curl into a half-smile. I want to ask what’s on his mind, but
that’s too personal. We still have to get to know each other better. I
mean, as friends. Friends . I have to embed that
hard in my head.
“So, any plans for college? What do you want to
do?” I ask instead.
Settling his drink on the table, he pauses for a
beat to consider my questions before answering, “I’m not sure college is for
me. I mean, higher education is great but, there are other things I’d like to
do right now.”
“Like what?” I prod.
He drops his eyes to my lips and lifts a brow in
his curiosity. Instead of answering me, he asks a question of his own, “Do you
love him?”
My chest tightens. Suddenly, I’m really thirsty.
I pick up my drink fast and chug half the glass, but it does nothing for me.
“Why’d you ask that?” I mutter, trying to act cool.
“It’s a simple question,” he smirks. “You either
love your boyfriend or you don’t.”
“I just…I don’t understand why you ask that all
of a sudden.”
“I don’t think you do,” he decides for himself,
sounding sure as he studies my face.
He’s right. I don’t love Nate. But I do
like him. That’s why it’s so hard to sleep with him because there’s a
difference between those two words. I thought by now that like would transition
into love, and into something deeper, but it hasn’t. And I wonder if it ever
will.
Argh! Why am I second-guessing my relationship because
of this guy? Damn you, Micah. And why’s he looking at me like that, like he
wants to…eat me alive.
“Uh, I have to go the restroom,” I tell him,
standing up.
He shrugs and takes another sip as I walk away.
I look into the mirror before splashing water on
my face. This was a bad idea. Coming here with Micah has made my attraction
worse. If anything it’s increased. I can’t get his eyes off my brain. They keep
haunting me.
Drying my face with a napkin, I linger for a
moment to settle my thoughts then make my way out of the restroom. When I open
the door, I notice Micah waiting by the doorway that leads back inside the
bistro.
He starts to walk down the passage towards the
back exit, gesturing for me to follow him. I do, without a second thought.
Micah pushes the door open and steps into the
warm night air. There are two girls taking a drag outside. They flick their
eyes over to us and instantly head back inside as if to give us privacy.
“What’s up?” I ask, ambling over to him as he
stares up at the starry sky.
“Ever since that day in the park, I can’t get
you off my mind,” he whispers with his back turned to me.
I search my head, but I have no idea what he’s
talking about. “You saw me in a park?” I ask, “When?”
Turning to face me, Micah steps closer backing
me up against the brick wall. He lifts his hand and places it at the side of my
head, gazing intensely into my eyes. I slope my head, as if I’m anticipating
what he’ll do next.
“My first day in Newport,” he mutters,
order drinks.
“What kind of music do you listen to?” I ask him
when she scampers off.
Micah relaxes back on the chair as he replies,
“Mostly eighties rock. I don’t really listen to anything mainstream.”
“Yeah, me neither.”
Just as Allysen finishes up ‘ I Had a Lover I
Thought Was My own ’, she transitions into ‘ Spare Parts ’ amidst the
applause. Micah spins away from my gaze and looks over at her, listening
intently to the words. His face is overshadowed by mystery, like the lyrics
send him back into a memory he most likely won’t share. His eyes lower to the
glass of water on the table when she reaches the part:
…whatever you got lyin ’
around
in the
back of a closet or on the ground
under your
bed
I’d like to take it home with me…
I’m fascinated.
He stays adrift for a few seconds until the
waitress returns with our drinks. When his eyes glide back to me again, his
lips slightly curl into a half-smile. I want to ask what’s on his mind, but
that’s too personal. We still have to get to know each other better. I
mean, as friends. Friends . I have to embed that
hard in my head.
“So, any plans for college? What do you want to
do?” I ask instead.
Settling his drink on the table, he pauses for a
beat to consider my questions before answering, “I’m not sure college is for
me. I mean, higher education is great but, there are other things I’d like to
do right now.”
“Like what?” I prod.
He drops his eyes to my lips and lifts a brow in
his curiosity. Instead of answering me, he asks a question of his own, “Do you
love him?”
My chest tightens. Suddenly, I’m really thirsty.
I pick up my drink fast and chug half the glass, but it does nothing for me.
“Why’d you ask that?” I mutter, trying to act cool.
“It’s a simple question,” he smirks. “You either
love your boyfriend or you don’t.”
“I just…I don’t understand why you ask that all
of a sudden.”
“I don’t think you do,” he decides for himself,
sounding sure as he studies my face.
He’s right. I don’t love Nate. But I do
like him. That’s why it’s so hard to sleep with him because there’s a
difference between those two words. I thought by now that like would transition
into love, and into something deeper, but it hasn’t. And I wonder if it ever
will.
Argh! Why am I second-guessing my relationship because
of this guy? Damn you, Micah. And why’s he looking at me like that, like he
wants to…eat me alive.
“Uh, I have to go the restroom,” I tell him,
standing up.
He shrugs and takes another sip as I walk away.
I look into the mirror before splashing water on
my face. This was a bad idea. Coming here with Micah has made my attraction
worse. If anything it’s increased. I can’t get his eyes off my brain. They keep
haunting me.
Drying my face with a napkin, I linger for a
moment to settle my thoughts then make my way out of the restroom. When I open
the door, I notice Micah waiting by the doorway that leads back inside the
bistro.
He starts to walk down the passage towards the
back exit, gesturing for me to follow him. I do, without a second thought.
Micah pushes the door open and steps into the
warm night air. There are two girls taking a drag outside. They flick their
eyes over to us and instantly head back inside as if to give us privacy.
“What’s up?” I ask, ambling over to him as he
stares up at the starry sky.
“Ever since that day in the park, I can’t get
you off my mind,” he whispers with his back turned to me.
I search my head, but I have no idea what he’s
talking about. “You saw me in a park?” I ask, “When?”
Turning to face me, Micah steps closer backing
me up against the brick wall. He lifts his hand and places it at the side of my
head, gazing intensely into my eyes. I slope my head, as if I’m anticipating
what he’ll do next.
“My first day in Newport,” he mutters,
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