Michael & Noelle

"The Addams Family"

“I would DIE for the Addams family!”

“You’re not a true fan,” Michael scoffs, “you haven’t even seen the first one.”

“What – neither have you!”

“I’m not the one proclaiming my undying love.”

I roll my eyes at him, pursing my lips.

The Addams family seriously triggered my trauma, and I ended up bawling my eyes out towards the end. Thankfully, Michael was just as wrapped up as me so he didn’t see me.

Nevertheless, the movie shows unconditional love between a family that isn't deemed as normal by society because of their supernatural ways.

It was really good.

Right now we were heading to grab some real food before I went home to get ready for work. Michael’s hand was resting on my thigh, while he drove, and I resisted the strong urge to cheese while sitting in the passenger seat.

We decided to just grab a burger from one of the city’s food truck, and chill in his car.

The A/C blew strong against my skin, and my icy diet coke didn’t help with the situation.

“Can we turn it down a bit?”

“Oh – yes, of course,” he glances at me before raising the temperature, “you’re cold . . .  hold on.”

He stretches into the back, and pulls out a black hoodie.

“I always have this in my car just in case, here.”

His hoodie??

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!

“Thank you,” I murmur sheepishly, gently taking it from his hands. He holds my food as I slip it on. As I was a bit thicker than him, it didn’t really swallow me, instead it fit. It was also made of a thick fabric so it was comfy.

After handing my food back to me, I lean back in my chair and prepare to enjoy my food.

“I didn’t tell you that you look beautiful tonight,” Michael says, “but I hope you know that you do . . . you’re so beautiful.”

My breath hitches in my throat as we gaze at each other, his stare was so intense, that I felt forced to look down at my thighs.

“Thank you –“

“Why are you thanking me for your beauty?”

“I’m not,” I chuckle, “I’m thanking you for complimenting it.”

“You’re very handsome as well, by the way.”

“Oh?” he raises an eyebrow, throwing a hand over my chair, “am I?”

I grin before rolling my lips into my mouth, “you are.”

“Thank you, gorgeous, guess my mother was right, I'm a very handsome boy.”

“Oh boy,” I raise both eyebrows, “if it’s one thing a mother’s gonna do, it’s boost their son’s self esteem.”

“I 100% agree based on experience,” Michael nods in agreement, “I think her boosts had a lot to do with the success of my business.”

“Talking about businesses and success, last night I was questioning if dancing was something I wanted to do for the rest of my life.”

“Really?” he furrowed his eyebrows, “why?”

“I don’t know . . . I feel like it’s fun, and the money is okay, but . . . but is it something I should be doing?”

“Well, you’re young, if you feel like you’d like to change career paths, do just that.”

“But that’s the thing,” I frown, “I have no idea what I’m into . . . what I’d like to do . . . I hardly have any hobbies.”

“Everyone has hobbies,” I place my hand on my cheek as I listen to him, “sometimes you just have to find out what it is.”

I take a moment to put it all together, “I guess I’ll have to experiment and see.”

“Does your job have like . . . vacation . . . or leave?”

“Uh . . . I think so. You can also request one but I've never felt like I had to. I don’t do much so work is really my only outside activity.”

“We’ve gotta change that,” he takes a final bite from his burger before wrapping up all of the garbage.

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea for you to look into something new, maybe even go back to school for something else. Just remember that change isn’t always comfortable, it’s almost never.”

That was so true. I’ve been complaining about being stuck in a loop, yet I do absolutely nothing to step out of my comfort zone. Maybe this was the sign I needed to start trying new things, to figure out what works for me.

“So, I see you’re in zone out land, but I brought my sketchbook,” Michael pulls out a sketchpad from the back of his car, and I smile.

“You brought it . . . for me?”

“Yeah . . . I wanted you to look at my drawings – I’m not so sure that you’re worthy of my paintings just yet.”

He leans over his seat, turning on the lights. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and the gentle smell of his cologne.

“Do you wanna . . .” he hands it over to me, and I take it happily. Of course I wanted to see what he drew. It’s an opening into his mind, into the things he thinks about enough to draw.

As I peel open the sketchpad, my lips part in awe.

Each page I turned were just of different people, but it’s the attention to detail that stuck out to me. Every blemish, every hair out of place, every feature was drawn to perfection and colored over.

“Who are these people?”

“Parents . . . family . . . people I see in my dreams,” as I turn the last page, I find an unfinished picture of . . . me.

“Oh, wow that’s –“

“You,” he finishes.

“You . . . drew me?”

“I did,” he leans back into his chair, “you’re too beautiful not to draw . . . and I can’t get you out of my head.

My fingers run along the outline of my face, my nose . . . my lip.

“What do you think?”

I lift my head to glance and Michael. Closing the sketchbook, I place it onto the dashboard before turning to face him.

Without thinking about it too much, I grab his chin and pulls his face towards me. His eyes widen, and truthfully, I wasn’t so sure that I was doing either.

Nevertheless, I go with the flow I had created, and pressed my lips against his.

For a second, he doesn’t respond, and embarrassment begins to crawl up my spine. As I was about to pull away, he pulled me closer and continued the kiss.

It was surreal, and I was thankful that he had gotten soda as well because the last thing I wanted to taste was beef and onions.

Michael kissed me so tenderly, as if he was afraid. It’s been a while since I’ve last kissed anyone, so I was a bit on the hesitant side as well.

It wasn’t until he grabbed my neck, that I really felt like I had to show out.

Soon almost five minutes had gone past when we pulled away for air and I quickly looked around the parking lot as if expecting someone to be peering in.

“f**k,” Michael pauses, running a hand through his hair.

“Are you okay?”

He shuts his eyes, and my eyes slowly drift to his pants.

“Oh.”

I felt like I was invading his privacy so I quickly looked away.

“I’m sorry –“

“It’ – no – it’s okay. Just give me a second.”

I awkwardly stare out the window as if outside suddenly became interesting while he recollected himself.

After I hear him sigh, I reluctantly look over.

“All good?”

“That was embarrassing,” he groans, rubbing his eyebrow as he starts up the car and I snort.

“You’re human, it happens.”

“You made it happen,” he breathes out, “everything about you is just – damn.”

As Michael continued struggling to contain himself, I looked out the window with a huge smile on my face.

This man made me feel like everything.