All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
Accidents Happen
‘They’re out late tonight.’ Mikey thought, curled up alone in his bed for the first time in twenty days. The digits on the clock read 2:43am. ‘Every night, Gerard, Frank, and Skylar have gone out together, not letting anyone else tag along. It’s obvious that they’re up to something. But what?’ He questioned himself. Dragging his feet out of the warm bed, he ran across his room to the small pile of things that belonged to Skylar. Just then, he heard the front door open. Chattering voices of friends and the smell of cigarette smoke drifted through the small suburban home. They were back.
“Okay, goodnight Gee.” Skylar’s voice echoed.
“G’night.” He replied.
“See you in the morning Frankie.”
“You too.” He heard Frank yawn. As footsteps came up the stairs towards his room, Mikey panicked. His search for clues abandoned, he ran back to his bed, where no one would know his thoughts of suspicion. Noises of Skylar getting dressed filled the room, along with the occasional curse when she bumped into something. The lights were off, as she didn’t want to turn them on and wake Mikey. A warm body crawled in next to him, and they assumed the normal position. Wrapped in each other's arms. It was getting more comfortable and less embarrassing as their feelings for each other changed just the slightest bit.
Breakfast was the same as always. There was not nearly enough coffee to go around, so the early bird got the worm. The room was silent besides the animal-like sounds of four hungry people, desperately shoving food in their mouths. Only four, because two were to busy staring at each other, recounting the memories of the past night. Actually, it was much more of an early morning. Oh, have I not told you what occurred? Let me clarify.
“I know you’re not asleep.” Skylar had said softly to Mikey. The time was 3:00am. Mikey didn’t reply vocally, but his slightly quickened breathing had already answered.
“Talk to me, tell me what’s on your mind.” She said, still with no audible answer.
“Please? For me?”
“No, go to sleep. Goodnight.” Mikey finally replied.
“Not until you tell me.”
“No. I’m tired.”
“Then why didn’t you go to sleep earlier?” They argued. Mikey was silent after that, contemplating his lie.
“Please, just tell me. I won’t go to sleep if you don’t.” She said, one final time. Mikey’s hand fell on Skylar’s mouth. She reacted in a way any psychopathic human would. By kicking Mikey as hard as she could (In the confined space, that is.) where no man wants to be kicked. His hand flew off her mouth, only to be accidentally replaced by his lips as he went to curl up in pain. A heated blush in both of their cheeks could be felt.
“Goodnight, Mikey.”
“Goodnight, Skylar.” They said, turning to face opposite ways. It was the first night they slept in the bed without their arms pulling them together. So now, they sat at the table, awkwardly examining both each other, and the brightly colored cereal that would never make it to their mouths.
“Okay, goodnight Gee.” Skylar’s voice echoed.
“G’night.” He replied.
“See you in the morning Frankie.”
“You too.” He heard Frank yawn. As footsteps came up the stairs towards his room, Mikey panicked. His search for clues abandoned, he ran back to his bed, where no one would know his thoughts of suspicion. Noises of Skylar getting dressed filled the room, along with the occasional curse when she bumped into something. The lights were off, as she didn’t want to turn them on and wake Mikey. A warm body crawled in next to him, and they assumed the normal position. Wrapped in each other's arms. It was getting more comfortable and less embarrassing as their feelings for each other changed just the slightest bit.
Breakfast was the same as always. There was not nearly enough coffee to go around, so the early bird got the worm. The room was silent besides the animal-like sounds of four hungry people, desperately shoving food in their mouths. Only four, because two were to busy staring at each other, recounting the memories of the past night. Actually, it was much more of an early morning. Oh, have I not told you what occurred? Let me clarify.
“I know you’re not asleep.” Skylar had said softly to Mikey. The time was 3:00am. Mikey didn’t reply vocally, but his slightly quickened breathing had already answered.
“Talk to me, tell me what’s on your mind.” She said, still with no audible answer.
“Please? For me?”
“No, go to sleep. Goodnight.” Mikey finally replied.
“Not until you tell me.”
“No. I’m tired.”
“Then why didn’t you go to sleep earlier?” They argued. Mikey was silent after that, contemplating his lie.
“Please, just tell me. I won’t go to sleep if you don’t.” She said, one final time. Mikey’s hand fell on Skylar’s mouth. She reacted in a way any psychopathic human would. By kicking Mikey as hard as she could (In the confined space, that is.) where no man wants to be kicked. His hand flew off her mouth, only to be accidentally replaced by his lips as he went to curl up in pain. A heated blush in both of their cheeks could be felt.
“Goodnight, Mikey.”
“Goodnight, Skylar.” They said, turning to face opposite ways. It was the first night they slept in the bed without their arms pulling them together. So now, they sat at the table, awkwardly examining both each other, and the brightly colored cereal that would never make it to their mouths.
