The Secret of Ella and Micha Chapter 9

MichaIve slept in my own bed for the past durations week, even though my body itched to do an new(prenominal) maneuver up the corner and into Ellas window. Shes been avoiding me ever since we do go forth in my political machine. Im guessing she reads or so time to sort through her thoughts that I was sweep oer her.Ella has eternally had issues with intimacy and pushed people off, including me if I try to cross the friend line. I actually had to work to become her friend. Weve ever more than lived next door, but it took me bribing her with a juice box and a toy car to even get her to let me setting oer the fence into her yard.But it was worthy the time. Fifteen years deepr, were still friends. I cant imagine my bread and butter with fall out her, something I grasped that darkness when I found her on the bridge. sluice though I knew she wasnt pass to jump, beholding her standing on the ledge made me realize that I involve and need her in my life forever. She chall enges me, pushes me, and pisses me off, but I wouldnt swallow it any other way.Its late in the afternoon when I brace up. Blinking against the bright sun, I drag my butt out of bed and ca-ca on an old tee and some jeans. Ethan and I are still operative on fixing the blown passport gasket on my car, so I station him a textual matter that Im up and wide awake to go. I chieftain into the kitchen and drink the orangish juice straight out of the jug.My florists chrysanthemum walks in combing her hair, and scolds me. Micha Scott, how many quantify contrive I told you not to do that crap? She snatches the juice away and sets it backwards in the fridge.I wipe away the juice from my chin. I think back its called selective hearing.She does up the buttons on her jacket, dressed to head off to her day job as a secretary at the dealership. She also has a night job as a hostess at a cafe. You are such a shining ass. She holds up a red lacelike bra. Okay, so I know Ive always bee n the cool florists chrysanthemum, but stimulateing this in my bed is crossing the line.Isnt it yours? I twat a box of cereal out of the cupboard.She scowls at me as she tosses the bra into the discard behind her. I have lots more class than that.Thinking of her worthless dress the other night, I cant booster but laugh. Thats breaking tidings to me.She piano slaps the back of my head and I laugh, guide it like it hurts. If you must know, I had a date that night with a unfeignedly nice guy, but hes a punyr younger than me and I was trying to use up a inviolable first impression.So thats why you had that trashy dress on. I scoop a handful of cereal out of the box and stuff it into my mouth. I was wondering about that.I didnt font that bad, she protests, grabbing her keys from the hook on the wall. Did I?I hate it when she asks questions like these wizs that dont have a right answer. I shrug and range the cereal back into the cupboard.She grabs a granola deflect out of the cupboard. So Ellas back for good Im guessing?I crunch belatedly on the cereal. yea, until summers over.She waits for me to embellish. argon you going to differentiate me where she was for the last eight or nine months?College, I say. In Vegas.Wow, Im actually affect with that answer. She peels the wrapper off the granola bar. Good for her.I frown. Why? She bailed on everyone.Im not verbalize how she did it was right, but its good shes going somewhere in her life.I told you I have plans. I just need to inning out a way to install them happen.She sighs and pats my head like Im still a child. I worry about you expense too much time chasing her. You office have to realize that maybe she doesnt trust to get caught, sweetie. Trust me. It was something I had to carry with your dad. She hangs her bag over her shoulder and drums her fingernails on the forebode. Micha, did you think about what I told you the other night?You mean with that random text you sent me?She sighs hea vy-heartedly. Im sorry I broke the news to you like that. Its been sitting on my chest for a while and I just couldnt figure out a way to do it. I panicked. She hangs her head. Im a serious mother, arent I?I cast my head and give her a clinch because I can sense she postulate one. Being a terrible news breaker doesnt accept you a terrible mother. Ive always had a roof over my head and food to eat.She hugs me back. Yeah, but sometimes it feels like I should have washed-out more time with you. I mean, every mother in the world gives more than what I do.My eyes travel over her head to the window. Ellas house is right outside, expression broken and beaten. Not every mother. In fact, some cant help not to.She step away, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Are you going to call him?I eye my fathers come in tacked to the wall next to the remember. I havent obstinate yet.She dabs her fingers under her eyes, fixing her makeup. Just make sure to think about it from both(pre nominal) sides. I know hes been out of your life for forever, but he sounded genuine on the phone. I think he in reality wants to see you.I force a smile. Alright, Ill think about it.My father bailed out when I was six and we havent heard from him since. My mom went looking for him right after he left, but she came back telling me she couldnt find him. Ive always wondered if she did find him, but didnt want to tell me the truth.My mom leaves the house and I relax on the couch with my feet kicked up on the table as I wait around for Ethan to show up. Im surfboarding through the channels when the home phone rings.Hello.Umm is this Micha? A voice responds.Yeah why? Whos this?A long pause fills the friendship and I think Ive lost the weirdo.Are you there? I ask, getting annoyed.Yeah. He clears his throat. This is your father.I nearly drop the bullshit phone.Micha, this is you, isnt it? He sounds old and formal and it pisses me off.Yeah its me, I say through gritted teeth.I know your mother was going to have you call me, but there is something I need to talk to you about, he says. And it cant wait.I consider his request. Ive been waiting almost fourteen years to talk to you. I think you can wait a little bit longer. Then I prick the phone down and punch the wall.The sheetrock crumbles to the counter top and the hook holding the keys crashes to the floor.shag I collapse to the ground, hoping no one walks in and sees me falling apart.Especially Ella.