Chapter 27
Know no more about something than a frog knows about bed sheets
To have no knowledge of something.
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// Sorry to disturb you. This chapter takes place in the future when both characters are adults.
We were still wet but neither of us cared. Mica lay down on his white sheets. I ran my hands over his body and hummed in his ear.
During the entire time Mica looked happy and curious. Not nervous at all. He was so freaking brave, it amazed me. Or maybe he just felt safe with me, which warmed my heart.
Mica traced little shapes on my arms before we really picked up the pace.
I leaned down and kissed Mica’s lips. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” The last thing I wanted was for him to be uncomfortable.
Mica nodded.
He seemed to really enjoy it and when I knew that for sure I also let loose and focused on enjoying myself too.
I grabbed Mica’s hand and laced our fingers together. We looked at each other and I knew then that this was the most amazing feeling ever. Not just the sex but being so bare with someone. Sharing your body with someone you love. There’s nothing like it.
Somehow it felt like in those few moments we became even closer than we had been. And all the giggles, nervousness and shame fell off our skin.
I kissed Mica’s neck and enjoyed the melodic sounds he made and the sound of his breathing, the touch of his warm, soft skin on mine and the love radiating off it.
“I love you.” I whispered in his ear.
“I love you too.” Mica answered.
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We lay in bed for an hour, neither of us saying anything. Just staring at each other and smiling.
Then we decided we would have to get up eventually and got dressed. Mica took it upon himself to make dinner. But, I’ll have you know, I did help!
I chopped the lettuce.
We sat at a candle lit table and enjoyed our meal together.
After, we sat by the fire in the living room and ate Mica’s delicious apple pie. Mica was constantly smiling. I had never seen him this happy. I wished this would last forever.
“It was.. better than I thought.” Mica said suddenly. So far we’d been talking about other stuff. Mostly because neither of us seemed to know how to word things. At least for me, all my words had tangled up and pulling them apart to make sense of anything seemed impossible.
“You thought it was gonna be bad?” I laughed.
“No, I mean.. They say it’s supposed to be awkward and clumsy the first time but… it didn’t feel like that at all.”
“Well, obviously I’m just a natural.” I said with my nose in the air.
Mica laughed and pushed my shoulder.
“I’m serious. I’m just too good!” I insisted.
“No, you’re totally right. I’m sorry for laughing.” Mica smiled and climbed on my lap. He held my cheeks and kissed me.
“You know, maybe we should get married.” I said between kisses.
“Oh?” Mica answered.
“Yeah.” I said.
“Okay.”
“Really?”
“Mhm.” Mica agreed easily.
We both giggled and continued to make out. We were giddy and honestly if it were up to me we’d spend the entire weekend in bed but Mica on the other hand..
He pulled away. “I have to go practice.” He said apologetically.
“Now? Seriously?” I looked at the clock. It was past eight!
“I have to. I’ve been putting it off all day.”
I sighed. “Fine.. Can I watch?”
“Sure.” Mica smiled.
He got changed (He was wearing my socks!!) and I sat in his crazy teacher’s chair just to spite him. I watched Mica move. He was graceful and powerful like last I saw him but his movements were looser. Not in a bad way, in a relaxed way. He still hit every move with precision but there was a cheerfulness that hadn’t been there last time I saw him train.
He occasionally looked at me and smiled.
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It was Saturday. When I woke up and smelled Mica in the sheets I stretched my arm, expecting to find him beside me but Mica was gone.
“What the..? Rude.” I muttered.
I jumped out of bed and wandered through the massive house. I found Mica in the living room.
“Deserter!”
“Me?” he said surprised.
“Yeah, you! What do you think it’s like to wake up in an empty bed, huh?” I wrapped my arms around him.
“Sorry.” Mica laughed. “I was stretching.”
“No excuses, Mr. Walters.” I grabbed Mica’s chin.
He smiled at me. “I’m sorry.”
I nodded once and pressed my lips to his.
“I made you lunch.” Mica said.
“I don’t want lunch, I want you.”
Mica chuckled. “You should eat first.” He insisted.
We went to eat outside in the backyard. It was sunny and hot. Mica’d made some ice tea and we also had little cookies on the side. He also made me a salad.
“I’m gonna move in.” I said determined as I took another huge bite of my salad. It was delicious and surprisingly satiating.
Mica sighed longingly. It seemed like there was nothing he’d want more.
I stroked his hair. “One day.” I smirked.
Mica nodded and his cheeks colored pink in delight.
After lunch we made our way up the massive wooden staircase. I’d never seen anything on the second floor before. Mica held my hand and led me through the hallway.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
Mica didn’t respond. He simply opened the door to a room. It creaked and I noticed it, unlike the other doors, looked very old.
Immediately Mica’s scent entered my nose. It smelled even more like him in here than in his room somehow. The room was a little stuffy. There were flower patterns on the bed and an old wooden brush on the make-up table.
“It smells like you in here.”
Mica chuckled. “Yeah, it’s.. my mom’s perfume actually.” He scratched his head. Then he handed me the bottle on her nightstand.
I took a whiff. “Hmm..”
Mica smiled at me. He fumbled with his hands.
“So this is your mom’s room?”
Mica nodded. “Yeah.” He played with his hair. “I don’t know. I wanted you to see it.”
I felt honored. I guess this meant he really trusted me. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder.
“Do you have any pictures?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Mica walked across the room and pulled a photo album out of the closet. We sat on the bed.
He blew some dust off the cover and opened it. The pages were yellowish.
I smiled at the first picture. It was Mica’s mom as a kid. She really looked just like Mica here.
We shared a glance.
On the bottom was inscribed: Violet, Age 9 In elegant handwriting.
“My dad put this book together.” Mica explained. “He wanted a whole book of her so he’d even asked her parents for pictures from her childhood. He practically raided their photo collection.” Mica chuckled.
He turned the page. I laughed at picture of Mica’s dad. He was making a silly face. The handwriting under this one was different. A little messier.
George– SMILE
“This picture is kinda payback. My mom didn’t really like having all the attention so she insisted on putting pictures of my dad in here too.” Mica smiled.
“So this was before she passed.” I concluded.
Mica nodded.
The other page had a picture of the two of them. Both Mica’s parents together. They were both smiling ear to ear. It was insane. I’d never seen George smile like that. It made me sad. Somehow I felt like now he just wasn’t able to anymore.
“He must miss her.” I said. I rubbed Mica’s arm. He nodded and flipped the page.
The next picture was of Mica’s mom on stage. She was dressed completely in light pink and doing a beautiful pose. Again, she reminded me of Mica.
“Your mom was a dancer?”
Mica nodded. He smiled at a memory. “She was always telling me to let loose and have some fun. She knew what it’s like in the ballet world. She didn’t want me to give up my happiness for ballet.”
“I’d say you’re doing a pretty good job balancing things out. You look happy to me.” I smirked.
“I am.” Mica pecked my lips. “I feel like she would’ve been really proud of me now. Because I’m with you. She would’ve loved you.”
I stroked Mica’s head. I wished we’d met. I wished she was still around. I knew she was the one that changed George. Maybe like Mica, he was prone to be rigid and too serious for his own good. She was what loosened him up. She was his joy. I pressed kisses into Mica’s temple. He leaned in to me.
The last picture we looked at was of Violet and George in the hospital. Violet was in bed holding two baby boys in her arms smiling so bright it looked like it hurt.
I laughed and wiped away a tear.
Mica and Daniel, this was the happiest day of my life. – Mom
I never thought I could love anyone more than your mother. I was wrong. – Dad
It was hard to believe there’d been a time where George could say things like this. I couldn’t imagine him saying something like this now.
I pulled Mica even closer and held him tight.
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We were out in the garden. Mica loved taking care of the flowers and plants here. He was using an old steel watering can. He was barefoot and humming happily. He was humming our song. The one we’d danced to in his studio the first time I came here.
He was really dancing as he went from plant to plant. Like a butterfly or a bee.
I chuckled to myself.
“Am I doing this right?” I asked as I pressed a violet into the ground. I was wearing polka dotted gardening gloves and a straw hat.
Mica grabbed my shoulder and knelt down beside me. “Yeah, looks great.” He said before pressing a kiss to my cheek.
I was kinda proud of that one. You know, Mica had pretty high standards so to know I met them.. I may or may not have felt a little cocky just then.
Mica continued to hum and make his way down the path of flowers. Pretty soon the whole line close to the house was covered in violets. It seemed the back yard was Mica’s to arrange. I preferred it here. The front yard was cold and in here it was lively.
We spent the rest of the afternoon in the backyard gardening, playing games chatting or kissing.
After a happy dinner we were in bed again. It was nighttime and we just couldn’t keep our hands off each other. It was even slightly embarrassing. If we were out in public people wouldn’t need fifty seconds to figure out how we felt about each other. At least we were alone now and we didn’t have to think about anyone but each other.
I began to unbutton Mica’s shirt as I kissed his neck. I was completely consumed by him. I felt like my heart was going to burst. Is is possible to love someone this much?
“I feel like I’m dreaming.” I whispered.
Mica laughed for a moment. “Yeah. You are. None of this is real.” He joked.
“Oh, shut up.” I chuckled before kissing him again. I ran my hand over his chest.
And then suddenly the door slammed open. We looked up in surprise, both of us equally horrified. I was expecting Charles to be bursting into the room but of course it wasn’t him. He would’ve knocked.
George stared at us from across the room.