What We Wanted And What We Needed

Chapter 4

*Michael’s POV*

Who had the idea to go to the mall? Why did I agree to this, it was unbearable at this point. A tap on my shoulder pulled me from my thoughts and back to reality. "Are you listening to me Micheal? Do you want to get food here or not?" I couldn't believe it. I was so mad about being at the mall that I forgot how hungry I was. My stomach grumbled and my mouth watered at the thought of food. "Let's go somewhere else to eat kat, I don't feel like mall food" She just laughed at me and started walking to the car. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked today. I mean, she looks great everyday, but today there was just something else about her that made her shine more. When we got to my jeep I put the bags in the back and got in the driver seat. Katie was already sitting shotgun, taking drinks of the bang she just opened. "So where are we eating Katie?" She grabbed my aux cord and connected her phone, I assume she was looking for a song and ignoring me. Typical Katie. "Mmmm I don't know really. Do you want fast food or no?" I just wanted to eat, I don't care where. "I don't care Kat, I'm just hungry." She stayed silent a minute then suggested Panda, so I pulled away from the mall and started going to the closest one.  "Should I ask Alex and Mo if they want something?" "I don't think they are home today. Actually, aren't they gone for the weekend?" You could see the light bulb go on in her head. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that," she said laughing to herself. 

*Faster forward a hour* 

*Katie's POV*

We were laying on the couch watching some random show we put on. I was bored but Michael was into it so I left it on. I know I just ate but I’m already hungry again. “Do you want some popcorn or a pop-tart or something?” Michael just nodded, being too fascinated with his show. So I stood up and walked to the kitchen in search of a snack. I decided on a pop-tart, some grapes, and brought to waters as well. Michael was in the same spot I left him in so I put his pop-tart on his lap and his water by him too. He smiled and muttered a thank you as he began to eat his pop-tart. I sat back down and got on my phone and munched my grapes.Two episodes later Michael sprung up from the couch and started stretching. I looked at the time and realized it was already six. I wonder if we were still going to that party. “Don’t start it yet, I need the bathroom” Michael took the remote with him because he thought I would start without him. Has he not noticed I haven’t watched the Tv since he put this on? I swear this dude is always in another world. 

I finally got up and went to my room, but didn’t do more than plop down on my bed. As soon as I closed my eyes “KATIE where did you go?” Now he realizes I’m not there. “You better get ready for that party Kat, I gotta stop by my house before, so we need to leave by eight.” This dude…...I never said I wanted to go. I was invited and I said I would stop by but that doesn’t mean I actually would. Also since Monique wasn’t here I would have to mingle. The thought of socializing was not tonight's mood. Michael wouldn’t stay with me either. I mean maybe for the first hour at most but once a girl comes up to him he’ll be gone. That's all the reason I need, I’m not going. “I’m not going Mike, go ahead on your own” I hear nothing, then I hear footsteps on the stairs, and suddenly Michael is in my doorway glaring at me. “What do you mean you're not going? Why not? Didn’t Trevor invite you? Why don’t you want to go?” I just stared at him. Why so many questions?? Last time I checked  he didn’t want to be a cop. “I just don’t feel like going, I wanna go to bed early, cuddle with my pillow, and finish The Witcher” His mouth almost hit the floor but he recovered quickly. “ Well if you don’t want to go then I won’t go either,” he said in a hurt and child like voice. “OK” I turned over and pulled my pillow to me and closed my eyes. 1…...2…….3…….4…..5…….6…. And then I got the air knocked out of me. I almost growled at him. I mean I knew this was coming but that doesn’t mean I was fine with it. “ Why can’t we goooo?:” he whined in my ear. “You can go if you want, I just don’t want to. Now get off of me you ass. You’re so heavy” He ignored my plea and wrapped his arms around me instead.”Come on Kat, it will be fun! I’ll drive and you can get wasted and we can play beer pong and take shots together…” I cut him off before he could continue listing all the ‘fun’ things we could do ‘together’. “We can’t both drink dumb dumb. One of us has to stay sober to drive.” He stayed quiet for a while, probably thinking how to convince me. “I’ll be the driver dude.” I still don’t wanna go. “Uggghhhh……...you owe me” He got up and started dancing. “Hurry up and get ready dude, we’re leaving in an hour,” he said, running out of my room and closing the door. I got out of bed and jumped in the shower. I didn’t really feel like getting ready so I decided I would put some mousse in that s**t and leave it down. I walked over to my room in my towel and went to my closet. I pulled out some black jeans, a black belt, and a dark red crop top. I pulled out my Vans that would match my shirt and went to get my bra and underwear. I pulled out a black lace set and got dressed. Once I finished getting dressed I did my hair, put a little bit of makeup on, and grabbed my phone. I got my backpack that I take everywhere in case I need to spend the night away from home and went to the kitchen.

 Michael wasn’t here yet so I assumed he was almost ready and took a seat at the bar. I heard running on the stairs and Michael walked into the kitchen with his wet messy hair. And we both stared at each other in silence. I could not believe it. He was wearing a dark red T-shirt, black jeans and had on the same Vans as me.  We started laughing at each other now, and I had tears in my eyes. How did this even happen? Still laughing he said “ I’ll change hold on” and was wiping the tears from his eyes. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I don’t mind going as a couple.” This only had us laughing harder. He was holding his stomach and squatting down almost on the floor. We finally stopped dying of laughter and since it was already passed eight we decided he wouldn’t change. So we locked up the house and got in his jeep. “Can I have aux this time??” he immediately said. “Fine loser, only cause I’m not that mean.” He just danced in his seat and plugged his phone in. We drove to his house and he pulled into his driveway. I saw his parents' cars in the driveway and was getting ready to get down with him. He doesn’t live here for a reason, I knew if I went in nothing bad would happen. “Stay here ok?” He looked like he wasn’t ready for what was waiting for him in that house. “Are you sure?” He nodded and got down and started walking inside I rolled my window down and yelled out, “In five minutes I’m going in, alright?” He just gave me a thumbs up and walked through the door. I hope he is alright. Or that they are asleep or that they aren’t fighting. Or that they don’t have company. I just hope they say hi, ask how he is, and wish him a good life. Ugh I’m getting myself nervous. As I was unbuckling my seat belt he walked out of the house with two backpacks and a duffel bag. He opened the back door and threw the bags in, then climbed into the driver seat. “You good Mike??” He looked at me and put on a smile “I’m fine Katie, I swear.” He put a song on and we drove off to Trevor's. He didn’t say he was upset but I have known this guy too long to know that he puts up a wall and acts like nothing is wrong. I know that if it really bothered him, he will talk with me about it and we will have a heart to heart. I reached over and grabbed his hand giving it a squeeze. He smiled at me and intertwined our hands, squeezing my hand again and we stayed like that. I didn’t mind. He knows how I feel about him now, and we are both fine with it. I looked out the window, just enjoying the ride.