So, we're up and about now. You're softly humming a song and drumming on the counter and egg cartons.
"Don't drum on the stove, Eo," I tell you.
"That would suck," you laugh, enchanting my ears.
"And hurt,"
You agree and flip the French Toast. I ask if you want any help. You say that you've got it, and I nod and say 'kay.
You're so cute. You're glowing, like when you do when you're around children, animals, music or dancing. When you're yourself. Playing a game, just... Amazing.
I sense you about to turn around, so I mess with the bowl of fruit on the table. I don't want you to catch me staring... That'd be odd!
"Have any dreams?" You ask. Your voice sounds like your facing me.
I blush. I'm not gonna tell you about the dream. It's... Just no... "Not that I remember."
"Liar," you laugh. "I know you."
"What dreams did you have?" I turn the answer onto you.
"New song and dance," you say. "Now, your dream?" You have that tell... me... the... secret look and tone of voice.
"What was the song?"
"Next week!" you Smile. "Dream or no French toast!"
"Damn you," I stick my tongue out.
You ruffle my hair. I blush and fix it. "It was about the guy I like..." Truth.
"And? Who is this guy?"
"I... I can't tell ya..."
"I wanna make sure he's right for you."
"You would approve," I give you a thumbs up.
"How old is he?"
"You sound like my dad..."I roll my eyes. "Age is just a number, that's it. It's not important..."
"Older than 18?" you ask, eyebrow raised.
What of you put things together and find out it's you? I feel tears well up in my eyes.
"Hey," you say, gently lifting my chin up with your finger. Your eyes are gentle and caring... Like you understand. I try to look away cuz you can read me like a book. "Look at me, Adds..." I can't help but Cry. "Love is blind... But... Are you sure he's the one?"
"I-I-I..." you come over and hold me in your warm, caring eyes. "I Love him so much..." I was so close to saying you.
"I don't want him to do anything innaproprate to you..."
"He wouldn't... I... I just don't know if he feels like I do..."
"Tell me about him... I'll talk to him." You'd be having a conversation with yourself.
I know you're trying to do good, but I just Cry harder. It's you. That's all I want to say. So Badly. So much. It hurts. I clutch onto you like you're the only thing in the world. Because to me you are. I want to be with you so much... Yo wipe my eyes and gently rock me, whispering all the right things. Then you kiss my tear-stained cheek. "Whatever Happens, Addiline, I'll always love you... More than the sun and the stars. More than anyone. Even more than Diana! But don't tell her I said that."
I chuckle. But my heart is pounding, fluttering. Butterflies are invading my stomach.
Your Love for Diana is stong, but you said you Love me more. You hold me close. You gently say me me how I feel towards you. How you're Happier when I'm around and sadder when I'm not. "And I want you to know, if anyone hurts you , it'll be their ass."
"Michael..." I manage. "You know all those things you said?"
"Those things that I meant every word about?" you ask, moving my hair from my face.
I nod, sniffing. "I... I feel the same way..."
15 and 28... That maybe 13 years, but who cares?
You hold me close. I hug you tight. A giant weight has been lifted... "I Love you so much..." I murmur. "I just... wish we were closer in age, so it wouldn't be weird for the family..."
"I know..." Your voice is shakey with emotion. You tremble. I don't want you to tremble, so I hold you even tighter. "Three years..." You but your lips to my cheek. Shivers. "But, I'm so Happy you Love me the way I Love you. I could care less about what anybody else thinks.
So, now we're watching TV. I'm cuddled in your arms. Safe, warm, loved. I kiss your hand and you Smile. I tell you how beautiful your Smiles are. You blush, thank me, and then compliment mine.
The phone rings, and you reluctantly go pick it up.
"Hello?" you say. ... Then you get this saddened look on your face. "I'm so sorry... Do you wanna talk to A-"
I get up, worried. What happened? I mouth, heart getting that holy-sh!t-what-happened?! panicky feeling. You point to the phone. i nod.
"... Yes ma'am, I will." You're so polite! "Wait- No, no ma'am!" You even sound polite in your WTFNO! voice. "I mean... No, it's not that, it's just..." This sounds awkward. What is she saying?! "I never said that..."
I take the phone away. "Mom! What the stuff?!"
She replies in an odd tone, that sounds really familiar. "Honey, give the phone back to Michael..."
"Methinks you're makin him feel weird. What happened?" You wrap your arms around me, gently stroking my hair and giving me Butterflies.
Mom's silent for a moment. "I'll tell you when I come to pick you up."
"Mom, please?" I ask.
"No." She says firmly. "Give the phone back to Michael.
"Don't make him feel awkward," I tell her.
"Kay,"
I hand you the phone and you say Hello. I can't hear Mom talking but, judging from your heart rate, she's got somethin' up. "Linda, I don't think-" I feel you tense. I Hold your free Hand, and you relax a little. "Linda, let it wait a little while... No... She's right here." You squeeze my hand. "Okay... Your mother wants you to go upstairs and make sure you have everything.
"Tell her I do," I kiss your hand.
You put the phone to my ear. "I just don't want her eavesdropping..." I roll my eyes. "Let me tell 'er..." You put your hand over the reciever and kiss my forehead. I kiss your cheek and reluctantly go upstairs.
"Don't drum on the stove, Eo," I tell you.
"That would suck," you laugh, enchanting my ears.
"And hurt,"
You agree and flip the French Toast. I ask if you want any help. You say that you've got it, and I nod and say 'kay.
You're so cute. You're glowing, like when you do when you're around children, animals, music or dancing. When you're yourself. Playing a game, just... Amazing.
I sense you about to turn around, so I mess with the bowl of fruit on the table. I don't want you to catch me staring... That'd be odd!
"Have any dreams?" You ask. Your voice sounds like your facing me.
I blush. I'm not gonna tell you about the dream. It's... Just no... "Not that I remember."
"Liar," you laugh. "I know you."
"What dreams did you have?" I turn the answer onto you.
"New song and dance," you say. "Now, your dream?" You have that tell... me... the... secret look and tone of voice.
"What was the song?"
"Next week!" you Smile. "Dream or no French toast!"
"Damn you," I stick my tongue out.
You ruffle my hair. I blush and fix it. "It was about the guy I like..." Truth.
"And? Who is this guy?"
"I... I can't tell ya..."
"I wanna make sure he's right for you."
"You would approve," I give you a thumbs up.
"How old is he?"
"You sound like my dad..."I roll my eyes. "Age is just a number, that's it. It's not important..."
"Older than 18?" you ask, eyebrow raised.
What of you put things together and find out it's you? I feel tears well up in my eyes.
"Hey," you say, gently lifting my chin up with your finger. Your eyes are gentle and caring... Like you understand. I try to look away cuz you can read me like a book. "Look at me, Adds..." I can't help but Cry. "Love is blind... But... Are you sure he's the one?"
"I-I-I..." you come over and hold me in your warm, caring eyes. "I Love him so much..." I was so close to saying you.
"I don't want him to do anything innaproprate to you..."
"He wouldn't... I... I just don't know if he feels like I do..."
"Tell me about him... I'll talk to him." You'd be having a conversation with yourself.
I know you're trying to do good, but I just Cry harder. It's you. That's all I want to say. So Badly. So much. It hurts. I clutch onto you like you're the only thing in the world. Because to me you are. I want to be with you so much... Yo wipe my eyes and gently rock me, whispering all the right things. Then you kiss my tear-stained cheek. "Whatever Happens, Addiline, I'll always love you... More than the sun and the stars. More than anyone. Even more than Diana! But don't tell her I said that."
I chuckle. But my heart is pounding, fluttering. Butterflies are invading my stomach.
Your Love for Diana is stong, but you said you Love me more. You hold me close. You gently say me me how I feel towards you. How you're Happier when I'm around and sadder when I'm not. "And I want you to know, if anyone hurts you , it'll be their ass."
"Michael..." I manage. "You know all those things you said?"
"Those things that I meant every word about?" you ask, moving my hair from my face.
I nod, sniffing. "I... I feel the same way..."
15 and 28... That maybe 13 years, but who cares?
You hold me close. I hug you tight. A giant weight has been lifted... "I Love you so much..." I murmur. "I just... wish we were closer in age, so it wouldn't be weird for the family..."
"I know..." Your voice is shakey with emotion. You tremble. I don't want you to tremble, so I hold you even tighter. "Three years..." You but your lips to my cheek. Shivers. "But, I'm so Happy you Love me the way I Love you. I could care less about what anybody else thinks.
So, now we're watching TV. I'm cuddled in your arms. Safe, warm, loved. I kiss your hand and you Smile. I tell you how beautiful your Smiles are. You blush, thank me, and then compliment mine.
The phone rings, and you reluctantly go pick it up.
"Hello?" you say. ... Then you get this saddened look on your face. "I'm so sorry... Do you wanna talk to A-"
I get up, worried. What happened? I mouth, heart getting that holy-sh!t-what-happened?! panicky feeling. You point to the phone. i nod.
"... Yes ma'am, I will." You're so polite! "Wait- No, no ma'am!" You even sound polite in your WTFNO! voice. "I mean... No, it's not that, it's just..." This sounds awkward. What is she saying?! "I never said that..."
I take the phone away. "Mom! What the stuff?!"
She replies in an odd tone, that sounds really familiar. "Honey, give the phone back to Michael..."
"Methinks you're makin him feel weird. What happened?" You wrap your arms around me, gently stroking my hair and giving me Butterflies.
Mom's silent for a moment. "I'll tell you when I come to pick you up."
"Mom, please?" I ask.
"No." She says firmly. "Give the phone back to Michael.
"Don't make him feel awkward," I tell her.
"Kay,"
I hand you the phone and you say Hello. I can't hear Mom talking but, judging from your heart rate, she's got somethin' up. "Linda, I don't think-" I feel you tense. I Hold your free Hand, and you relax a little. "Linda, let it wait a little while... No... She's right here." You squeeze my hand. "Okay... Your mother wants you to go upstairs and make sure you have everything.
"Tell her I do," I kiss your hand.
You put the phone to my ear. "I just don't want her eavesdropping..." I roll my eyes. "Let me tell 'er..." You put your hand over the reciever and kiss my forehead. I kiss your cheek and reluctantly go upstairs.
