Hotel California

All around me. Spinning. Its not me. I’m running, no direction in sight. I hear steps behind me. They’re coming close. Fast. I can’t run anymore. I turn back. A gun. Suddenly. Bang.

"Alex are you okay?”
I was breathing heavily. It was all a dream.
"yeah, i think"
"Was it a nightmare?” he asked worriedly.
"Yeah. But it was strange. I was really scared. "
I couldn’t see anything. I just felt Mikey’s arms around me.
"It’s okay. You’re fine now. "
It was the second weekend that Mikey had spent at my house. I think that he knew that having him close kept me calm.
"Wanna talk about it?”
"I was being followed. I think i was running really fast and I heard someone behind me. When I turned around I saw a gun and it fired and then I woke up"
"That was horrible"
"Yeah. I can feel my Heart going crazy"
"I can feel it too"
I hadn’t noticed how close we were. Mikey could even feel my heart beating.
"go back to sleep" he said taking the hair that I had in my face off.
We went back to bed. And I feel asleep almost immediately, forgetting completely about nightmares for the night.

What was that noise? Birds? Birds singing?
Shut up. Let me sleep. Shut up!
I opened my eyes and it was already morning. Those hideous birds had woken me up again. I really hated the birds singing.
"What are you looking at?” I asked annoyed.
"The funny faces you make when you sleep" said Mikey with a cute smile on his face.
"I hate birds waking me up"
"Yes. I noticed." he laughed and placed his head resides mine. Our foreheads touching.
"You should go back to sleep. It’s like 6 Am," he told me.
"That would be perfect. I’m falling asleep again. Just stay with me. I don’t want you painting my face while I sleep… again"
"It was only once. And it was funny"
"If you could draw. It would have been"
"Just close your eyes Picasso"
"Ill try" I smiled and close my eyes.
"Good night"
"Morning"
"Whatever"
I started to drift of again and for a moment, I think I felt something. Over my lips. Other lips? A kiss? I stayed with my eyes closed not giving it importance. Probably a dream. Was it? Was it all a dream? Then why did those lips tasted of coffee?

"Do you have plans for today?”
"Don’t think so. Just acting happy because this is the last week of school"
"And what else? " asked Mikey while laughing.
"Nothing else, why?”
"I wanna do something"
"Something like…?"
"Just wait and see"

I didn’t like it when Mikey was this mysterious. We were finishing a coffee after breakfast. We were sitting down in the kitchen, enjoying the fact that my mother had left for the day.

"I think my mom has a boyfriend"
"Why?”
"I don’t know why she spends the whole day outside. God! The woman does not work"
"I don’t think so; maybe she is just out with friends"
"And her friends don’t have a life? Maybe they are widows too and their kids hate them. "

We both laughed and went up to my room. Mikey was playing video games while I gathered my clothes so I could take a shower.

"Hey I need a shower too"
"So what? You want me to bathe you?" I asked smiling
"No dumb one. I want you too finish quickly so we can go to my house so I can shower"
"Oh, I was getting scared.” I showed my tongue and went inside the bathroom.
When I finished up we left going directly to his house.
"You weren’t joking when you said you needed a shower," I said when I smelt the sweat on him.
"Oh so funny"
"You love my jokes"
"Just as much as I love liver and onion.”
Just as a note. He hates liver and onions. Get it?
We went inside his house and into his room.
"Well stay here I’m taking my oh-so-needed shower"
"All right Oscar the grouch"

I didn’t have anything to do, so I just started digging up between Mikey’s things.

He was a weird person. One of those people who kept everything with a lot of love. Old and little knickknacks, and he refused to throw them away when he didn’t need them anymore. So his room was filled with a lot of figures, old books, and gifts as old as the books.

He had every gift I had given him over the years. I even found a drawing I had given him when we were about 7 years old, a unicorn. I didn’t know how to really draw at that age, so I was an ugly horse with a stick on its forehead. I was sitting down in his bed looking at it and smiling. Trying to remember when I had done it.

"That was the most cute unicorn I had ever seen" said Mikey. Standing at the door of his room, with a towel on his head.
"I didn’t even remember this"
"It was special for me. It was the first drawing you ever gave me. You did it when I told you I liked unicorns. "
Mikey walked over to the bed and sat down beside me.
He looked to cute and adorable with a towel on his head.
"I'm not saying that it doesn’t fit you or anything. But what are you doing with a towel on your head? "
"Isn’t it obvious? I’m drying my hair"
"I'm sorry, normal people used hair dryers"
"I’m not normal" he said with a smile on his Face.

We decided then that the hunger was making us kinda mad.

"What do you want to eat?”
"Pizza!”
"Aw for a moment i thought you where about to day McDonalds"
"in your dreams Way. "

He drove us to the nearest pizza parlor. We took a table and placed our order.

"With a lot of mushrooms!”
"I think you have a problem with mushrooms"
"And you with unicorns, shut up"
"I don’t eat them!”

Moments later our pizza got there and disappeared almost completely 20 minutes later. Normally I don’t eat as much, but it was pizza! And mushrooms.

"Could you explain to me why we are at your house again?”
"I forgot something a while ago"

Back at his house and to his room. We walked inside and he kneeled beside the bed and then started to look for something under his bed.
"Alex. I was thinking that maybe you should reconsider going to the dance"
"Of course not, I already told you"
"Sure?”
"Yes"
"I don’t think so," he said and pulled out a box from under his bed, it was white and had a red and black bow on top.
"What is that?”
"Open it"

I opened the box and I couldn’t believe it. It was the dress I wanted from the store. "
"Oh my god” I gasped covering my mouth.
"I went back to the store the other day and I thought you would like it"
"Like it? Michael I love it"
"Then will you go with me?”
"Of course I will" I jumped up and hugged him.

He had bought my love with a dress, but hey! He already had my love.