Me, Marie and Bree: Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten: Pic is of Logan.
Ms.Readaholic I'm not sure how many chapters there will be, I post them as I write them. I'll try to poster quicker, thanks so much.

Missy B I'm sorry. I tried to give little warnings.. and if you read the very beginning prologue, it'll make sense now... I'm sorry it made you cry, but no, the story isn't over just yet

Rose.s I know... I'm sorry... I know. Eva's my favorite little character... I hope you like the chapter :)

Rachel I'm so sorry

If any of you want to go back to the first chapter and read the prologue, it'll make some sense now :)

Chapter Ten: Mica's POV

Monday morning I woke up, took a shower, got dressed and grabbed my backpack. As much as I wanted to stay home and mourn, I knew it wouldn't be good for me. I was already skipping school on Thursday for Elijah's funeral.

Instead of walking in and going straight to Marie and Bree, I stayed by the door, and waited for the bell to ring. I walked down the hall alone, and felt almost everyone stare at me as I walked by. I knew they'd heard about Elijah, and it just made being at school even worse.

But I put on a brave face and went to my locker. I put my backpack in and got my first block books. I shut my locker and turned to see Trevor standing beside me. "Hey Mica." He said, quietly, smiling slightly at me. 

"Hi." I said, walking towards class. He fell into step beside me, silently.

"So how was your weekend?" I asked, trying to start a conversation. I hated the awkward silence.

"It was good. I kinda just lazed around, didn't do much. How was yours?" He asked, then instantly looked sorry. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean -" He bit his bottom lip, trying to find some way to take back his words.

"It's okay. I had a good weekend, before..." I trailed off and we walked into my class. He nodded. "Okay, well I'm gonna get to my class. I'll see you later?" When I nodded, he half smiled, waved and walked away.

The day passed slowly, and agonizingly. And every time I walked into a classroom, seeing Elijah's empty chair was heartbreaking. Marie and Bree didn't talk to me, but shot sympathetic glances towards me during science. Drama was the hardest. Mrs. Allen had replaced Elijah with his understudy, a black-haired blue-eyed boy named Jesse.

I tried my hardest to do my best during practice. But my voice kept breaking during scenes. The bell rang and I trudged to my locker, glad the school day was over. The bus ride seemed to take forever, but I was finally home and in my room.

I dropped my backpack beside my bed and then collapsed onto the bed, as silent tears started streaming down. "Mica..." I heard Elijah's voice echo quietly through the room and I sat up, shocked. He stood in the doorway, an uncertain look on his face. "Mica?"

"Oh my gosh. Elijah!" I gasped as he walked over to me and sat down on the bed.

"I'm sorry babe." He whispered, looking almost tortured. "I'm so sorry."

"Why? You didn't do anything." Hearing his voice seemed to somehow fix my aching heart and I wished that this had all just been a dream.

"I got run over and it was my own fault. I don't want to explain what happened, just know that I'm so sorry."

"Okay. I love you Elijah." A tear trickled down my already tear-stained face.

He sighed. "I love you too, babe. But I want you to do something for me. Okay?"

"Anything." I murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I want you to move on." His smile twitched and he grimaced. "Babe I love you. And I always will and I want you to know that, but I want you to be happy. Even if it means you move on."

I looked down at the ground, speechless. I looked back up at him and he smiled. "Will you still visit me?" I asked him. He nodded. "You promise?"

"Yeah, baby, I'll still come talk to you. I promise." Eva appeared suddenly and she walked over to me, looking slightly upset.

"I have to go." She whispered. "I can't stay here anymore." She smiled at me. "Thanks for always talking to me."

"What do you mean? Where do you have to go?" I asked her, confused. She gave me a sad smile.

"To heaven. I can't stay on earth forever. I love you though. You were like the big sister I never had." She waved and gave me one last smile before she disappeared.

"Wait... Elijah if you stay here on earth, then you won't be in heaven?" I asked, turning to where he was sitting.

"That's what it sounds like." He shrugged. "Whatever, it's no big deal. I'll stay here."

"I miss you." I whispered, leaning against the wall.

"I miss you too." He replied. "I wish I was still alive, still with you." He sighed. "But I'm not. And I don't want you mourning about me. Kay?" He grinned at me and I smiled back. "I'll always be here for you though."

"Thanks Elijah. I love you."

"I love you too. Now, get some sleep. You need it." I laid down and curled up into a blanket that still smelled like him and slowly fell asleep.

"Hey baby." Elijah's sweet voice came from behind me and I turned to see him. He grinned and walked up, engulfing me in a hug, as his lips pressed down on mine. His tongue swept across my bottom lip and I breathlessly parted my mouth. His hands were in my hair, at the base of my neck, keeping me close to him and I reached my hands up to his neck.

He pulled back for a brief second and his eyes searched mine. "I love you." He muttered before his lips crashed against mine again. This time his hands dropped to my waist and he pulled me as close to him as he could, walking us backwards until I was up against a wall. He suddenly picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he kisses trailed down my neck to my collarbone.

He brought his lips back to mine, and he kissed me almost furiously. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let my own tongue wander into his mouth. His hands under my thighs, keeping me up. My back was against the wall, and we were as close as possible. I pulled away from him gasping for breath.

I woke up, gasping for breath like I had been in the dream. It was just a dream... I sank back down as reality hit me. I closed my eyes, curled up in the fetal position and tried to fall asleep again.

When I woke up the next morning, I didn't feel as empty as I had before, and I looked around quickly, hoping to see Elijah. I was a little disappointed when I realized he wasn't there, but I got up and took a quick shower.

I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans, a long black tank top and a baggy blue t-shirt, that hung off one shoulder. I ran a brush through my wet hair and then scrunched it with some gel. I hurried with my make up and then dug through the closet for a pair of gladiator sandals. I slid them on and then grabbed my backpack.

I picked up a granola bar on my way out the door, just in time to catch the bus. As I climbed on the bus, I saw that in my usual seat sat a boy. He had spiky blonde hair and I walked towards him. "You're in my seat." I said, sitting across the aisle from him. "I'm Mica. Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Eben. Well, actually, my name is Ebenezer... unfortunately. But most people just call me Eben." He grinned and I chuckled. He had a British accent, and it made his voice really cute.

"Well it's nice to meet you Ebenezer." I smirked at him and he rolled his eyes.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mica."

"So where are you from?" I asked, shifting positions in the seat so I could sit comfortably.

"Ridgeland, South Carolina."

"Really? But you don't have a southern boy accent."

"Well I lived in Westminster, near London, for most of my life, but then a year ago I moved to live with my mom in South Carolina, but she decided she wanted to move up here, and here I am."

"Oh wow, that's cool." I stifled a yawn and he laughed.

"Am I boring you?"

I grinned. "No, I just didn't sleep good last night."
Published: 5/31/2011
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