Micah Adams (thewhitewinged) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-12-01 22:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-21, darklis, micah |
I'm far too shy to speak to you at school
WHO: Darklis & Micah
WHERE: A hallway, SOHS
WHEN: After school
As the bell rang signalling the end of the school day, Micah breathed out a long sigh of relief as he slammed his book closed and filed out with the rest of the students. Of course, there was no real breath involved in that entire motion, but it was a habit that he had yet to break. First of all, school sleepover was finally over and Micah was grateful. He'd planned on not even participating - there were kids who didn't - but his mom (who was still in some form of careful denial) looked at him like he was going to break her heart if he went to school in jeans. So he'd gone in a decent pair of - what else? - grey pajamas, though he'd thrown on a hoodie and skullcap on. The cold didn't bother him but he always dressed for the winter (even in the summer) so it wasn't a stretch to add the scarf on. As he switched out his book for the rest of his clothes and his backpack, his mouth twitched as the flower bouquet his mother had painstakingly arranged from the garden came into view. In a moment of weakness, he'd tried to get his mother's mind off the fact that he was dead and started going on about homecoming and how he'd been nominated for king and pretended he was excited about it. The question of 'who are you going with' popped up and Micah ad libbed. He couldn't tell her the exact truth. That entire thing was preposterous and he didn't want his mother to keep asking him about her so he'd come up with the next best thing: blah blah blah there's another vampire at school. And then his mother - who perhaps had been reading the Twilight novels or something - created some sort of sick romance in her mind. And asked him what he liked about her (he said something about her hair) and then made him a bouquet. To ask her to homecoming with. ('How could anyone say no to you?') Easy.
Taking the modest bouquet out from his locker, Micah glared at it like a traitor. On one hand, he could lie and make something up for his mother but Micah had never been a good liar anyway. Saying she said yes would lead to his mother demanding pictures from homecoming...and saying she said no would break his mother's heart. And he couldn't do that for no good reason. There was no good way out of it. Except to actually ask and tell his mother the truth later. Fine. Tilting his head out from behind his locker, he spotted her just down the hall at hers and figured that nothing worse could really happen. After all, he was already dead. That was the pits right there. Okay. Okay. Micah steeled his jaw as he walked down the hall at a pace only slightly faster than a snail's and with the demeanor of someone walking to the gallows...and then just as he was seven feet away, he jumped behind a row of lockers and made a face. Okay, so maybe girls scared him. A little. A lot. It wasn't healthy; but Micah had never proposed it was.