Michael Rivers (mikeonline) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-09-18 23:05:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | kori |
Who: Mike and Kori.
What: Time to talk.
When: September 18th, later night.
Where: Kori's room.
Rating: Medium.
Mike couldn't remember the last time he'd had butterflies in his stomach.
That being said, Kori was always a good guess. The best one, when it came to these damn cliches; there was near nothing else in his life that prompted so many of them. There were the sweaty palms, the reddening cheeks, the dry mouth. To be honest, Mike could name a lot of things that put a stupid grin on his face, but never any that simultaneously frightened him to death. Walking to her room now was turning out to be the first.
Really talk about things, she'd said. Really talk.
Really.
Mike knew exactly what that meant, and it was the scariest suggestion she'd had in a long time; but as always, because it was Kori, he'd do what she asked. Share his mind. Spill his heart. The first time he'd given her a ring, he'd given it knowing that these were things he'd always do regardless of any commitment. That hadn't changed.
Maybe it was true that they'd been overdue for this conversation -- maybe five years overdue, going on six -- but the time and inevitability didn't make it any less frightening. Mike had been resting on a lot of ideas and words for a long time now. What if he messed this up? She could've changed her mind about things. About him. He didn't know what he'd do if that were true.
Regardless -- there was always a smile for Kori, and he was smiling when he knocked on her door.