Chapter 21

Wouldn’t hurt a [butter] fly
Spoken about someone very kind and gentle.

• o 🦋 o •

I’d tried to call Mica countless times the day after the dinner with his dad but I couldn’t catch him every time I tried. I was beginning to think George really wasn’t allowing me to spend time with him anymore. But then why did he say I was lucky Mica was fond of me? The way he spoke made it seem like he was going to keep me around.. at least until Riley’s birthday.

And so today, I tried again after school and finally Mica picked up. 

“Hello?” 

“Mica!” I sighed of relief. “I’ve been calling you all day and yesterday too!”

“I’m sorry. It’s been a frantic time.” 

“How come?”

Mica sighed. “Uh.. just ballet stuff.” 

He sounded unsure.  

“Are you okay? Has.. has your dad told you anything?” 

“No. I mean, yes. I guess I know why you were so anxious after dinner the other day. You’re talking about that night at the ballet, right?” 

“It slipped out! I am so incredibly sorry!” 

“It’s okay, really.” 

“Did he punish you?” 

It took him a moment to respond. “Not really. Just a firm conversation.” 

“Did he yell at you?” 

“No. It’s all okay, really.”  Mica pressed. “How was your day?” 

I hated this. I hated how we could never just talk about his father without him changing the subject so fast.

“You don’t like talking about him, huh?” 

There was silence on his side. Then a soft sigh. “You worry too much.” 

“Because you tell me too little.” 

“I told you everything’s okay.” Mica chuckled. His voice was all buttery smooth and honey-like. I was too irritated and worried to be distracted by it today.

“And I don’t believe you.” I answered. 

The silence on his side of the line made me realize how harsh I sounded. 

“I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not saying you’re lying I just feel like you’re not telling me everything.” 

Well actually, Jay, that is the EXACT SAME THING. 

More silence. 

“Mica?” 

“I have to go.” He said quietly before hanging up. He sounded down. Really down. 

I pushed my face into a pillow and screamed loud. “UGHHHHH!!!!” 

“Ew, what’s the matter with you?” Kyle stuck his head in the room. 

“Just-” I angrily shook my phone in my hand before throwing it on a chair in the corner. “UGHHH!! WHY IS HE LIKE THAT?!! WHY AM I??!!” 

“Oh God, you’re even weirder than normal.” Kyle sat down on my chair, right on top of my phone. 

“Dude!” 

He sighed and tossed it back to me. “In normal, non-caveman language, tell me what happened with your girlfriend.” 

I rolled my eyes. “He won’t tell me about his loony dad and when I ask him why he changes the subject. I know there’s something wrong with that man but Mica won’t let me in! And then, just now I told him.. I basically called him a liar!” I fell on the bed. “UGHHH!!!” 

Kyle chuckled. “Wow, I’ve never seen you so whiny. You’re so young and clueless. Reminds me of my youth.” He smiled. 

“We’re two years apart.” I said annoyed. 

“Not just years apart, bro. Inches too.” Kyle smirked. 

“Ew! Gross!”

Kyle began to laugh. 

“Help me, you idiot!” 

“Look, if Mica’s dad is really as much of a creep as you think, maybe you should let Mica explain things when he’s ready. And don’t call him a liar. That’s rude.” 

“But I’m worried!” 

“You can say that you’re worried. You can’t call him a liar. Seriously, what’s wrong with you?”

“Alright, thanks.” I said sarcastically. “I’ll just spend the rest of the night overthinking about the fact that I called him a liar.” I whined.

“Good. My job is done.” Kyle rose from the chair. 

“Inches and years.” He mused as he left the room. 

I lay down and uttered another ugh. 

• o 🦋 o •

I’d texted Mica a thousand ‘I’m sorry’s but he wouldn’t reply. He was totally mad at me. Or sad, or disappointed or something. So I went to his school. I asked around and he hadn’t even been to school these past two days. 

I went against my better judgement and visited his house. Luckily, the gates were open and so I rang the bell. 

I was holding my breath because I was sure George would open the door but it was Charles. 

“Jay. What a pleasure to see you back so soon.” He smiled. 

“Yes, is Mica around?” I felt bad just cutting straight to the chase but I was too worried to chit-chat. 

“Yes, he is but-” 

“Great.” I squeezed my way inside and ran straight to Mica’s room. 

I knocked on the door even though I just wanted to burst inside. 

“Yes?” 

I went inside and found Mica lying on the bed mumbling while reading out of a textbook. He wrote something down in his notebook. He was studying. 

Finally, he looked up. 

“James!” He said surprised. 

“I’m sorry about what I said, okay?” 

Mica glanced behind me. “Can you close the door?” 

I did as he said and joined him on the bed. 

“I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” 

“You were right. I don’t like talking about it. And I don’t think it’s necessary.” Mica said.

“But I do. Mica, he’s your dad. He’s at the center of your life. I should know whatever’s going on with him and you.” 

Mica’s shoulders slumped and he started playing with his pen. 

“How come you haven’t been to school these past two days?”

“How do you know that?” Mica looked up at me.

“I was worried and you wouldn’t call me back so I went to your school.” 

“If you keep doing that people will get suspicious.” He sat up.

“Well, then you should text back.” 

Mica took a breath. “Okay. You’re right. I’m sorry.” 

No, why was he apologizing?

“No, I came to apologize! Jeez!” 

Now Mica looked completely lost. 

“I’m sorry for calling you a liar. And for talking about the ballet. And for getting frustrated.” I said determined. 

Mica smirked. “It’s okay.” He stroked my arm. 

I smiled at him and pulled him into my arms. He winced in pain and I immediately let go. 

“Are you okay?” I asked worried.

“I’m fine. I injured myself yesterday. Ballet.” Mica looked a little embarrassed. 

“So that’s why you haven’t been to school. Is it bad? Need a massage?” 

Mica chuckled. “Just a few bruises. Nothing time can’t fix.” 

I caressed Mica’s face. “I’m glad you’re okay.” I leaned into his neck and gently kissed his soft skin. I felt curious so slid my head further down his chest and placed my ear against his heart. 

His heart was beating like a drum. 

“Woah, it’s going pretty fast there. Don’t forget to breathe.” 

Mica chuckled and tousled my hair. His hand stayed in my head and he kept playing with my dark strands. 

“What were you working on before I came?” I mused.

“History.” Mica answered.

“Am I interrupting you?” 

“I needed a break anyway. You’re a nice break.” Mica kissed the top of my head and I blushed.

“Oh really? How long you got?” 

I sat up and looked into Mica’s radiant hazel eyes. 

He seemed to know what I was getting at cause he was suddenly more nervous than before. “Just..” His eyes darted all over the room. “A few minutes.” 

“Like how many?” I leaned in. 

“Uh- ten..” Mica muttered, blinking a few times.

“Can I kiss you for ten minutes?” 

Mica nodded and wrapped his arms around me. I hummed happily when I felt his tongue on my lips. We started french kissing pretty soon and I could tell I was getting way too excited way too fast. It didn’t help that Mica placed his hands on my legs when he deepened the kiss. 

I felt his hot breath on my skin and thought about the purpose of clothes. I also wondered when we would finally have… you know.. seggs. 

Oh God, no- Stop it, brain! The answer is: not anytime soon! Mica was barely even okay with me touching him last time! 

I pulled away so I wouldn’t… you know.. arrive. God, this is awkward. 

“Is something wrong?” Mica asked. His face was flushed too. There was no way he wasn’t just as turned on as me! But he just had control or something. Right?!

“I just don’t want to..” I cleared my throat. “Are- aren’t you turned on?” I stared at the sheets. 

“Um..” Now Mica got just as awkward as me. His ears got red. “I- I think so.” 

“You don’t know for sure?” 

“I’ve never really felt this way before. Like.. how I feel with you.” Mica started tracing the shapes on his white sheets

“Wait so, have you ever even watched.. porn?” I asked.

“No.” Mica shook head. 

“Not even like a magazine?” 

Mica shook his head again. 

“So you’ve never even really..” I glanced at his pants before forcing myself to look away. 

“I haven’t done anything. I was always so busy.. And maybe I was too stressed to.. feel that way.” 

We were really talking about this like a bunch of middle-schoolers but it just felt wrong to say the words out loud! 

“Are you.. Um.. Is it…?” Mica glanced my pants. 

I nodded and looked away. I had to be beet red right now. 

“Can I help?” Mica mumbled. 

Oh, there are lots of things you can do to help but I can’t quite picture you doing any of them.

“Y-you don’t have to.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind.” 

He just looked so innocent. And now here I was perverting him. It just felt wrong. 

And I was in no way shape or form ready for him to see my parts. Or my face when… making milk. 

Mica’s eyes were big and radiant. And pure. God, I was so not ready for this. 

I covered my pants with my hands and got up. 

“I should go. You have to study and I’m keeping you from that.” 

“Oh. Okay.” Mica shrugged. He even looked a little disappointed. 

“It’s not about you!” I assured him. “I just think.. we should wait till we’re both ready. For stuff. Like that. Stuff like that.” DOOF.

Mica nodded. 

“Well then.. Good luck.” I said awkwardly.

“Thanks.” 

I turned around and headed for the door. 

“No kiss?” Mica asked gently. 

When I turned around he was smiling lovingly. I scurried over to him and pecked his lip. 

“Bye.” I said before running out.

I closed the door behind me and ran into the hallway. I had to get the hell out of here!

I suddenly bumped right into none other than Mica’s dad! 

“George- Mr. Walters!” I kept my hands in front of my pants but it was barely even necessary. Seeing him evaporated all my arousal instantly. 

“Charles told me you were here.” George didn’t look very pleased about that. 

I gulped and nodded. “Oh- well, I was just leaving.” 

“Good.” George looked me up and down. “Have a nice day.” He gave me a harsh look.

“T-thanks!” I croaked before speeding out of sight.