Prideview NYC

WHO: Sam Witwicky and Mikaela Banes
WHERE: Parking garage and then out and about in the city
WHEN: 3:30 pm on Monday
RATING: PG-13 for now
STATUS: In Progress

Sam got his jacket and pulled it on, trying not to shake with nervousness, though that was nearly impossible to achieve. He was crazy, he had to be, to leave Mikaela that message, asking her to meet him to talk. What the hell did he think he was going to say to her? 'Oh, hey, Mikaela, so I've been doing some thinking, and I really miss you. Can we give it another shot? 'Cause, you know, I've loved you since I first laid eyes on you way back in elementary school. But, you know, I got scared when we graduated and I thought we'd grow apart and so I panicked and fled.'

Right, 'cause that wouldn't make him sound pathetic. Besides, she had this John guy and she'd made it sound like they were together or something, so who was he to be pining for his ex-girlfriend?

He headed downstairs to the parking garage and leaned against the side of his Camaro, his hands jammed deep into the pockets of his jacket. He was tempted to flee again, to just make a run for his apartment, lock the door and throw himself onto the bed. He didn't want to face rejection, not from Mikaela, but what else could he expect? He couldn't expect her to just want to pick things up where they'd left off.

"This is so stupid." he said, his breath visible in the cold garage. "Why did I ask her if we could talk?"

He glanced down at his shoes, feeling miserable and cold.