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I was at my dad's house, which for some reason was not his new house, but his old house. It was a really gorgeous day out. The kind where it's not too hot, not too cold, not too humid. I threw on my bathing suit and made a beeline for the pool in our front yard (yeah apparently we have a pool in the front yard).
As I walked out the front door I glanced to the right. Someone was sitting on my front porch. Two people. Oh my god. I looked away. I looked back. Yeahp. It was Michael. With some girl I've never seen. Looking quite cozy. Who even knows why the hell they were on my porch, but I pretended as if I didn't notice them and jumped in the pool and did a few laps, of course all the while freaking out in my head and wondering why Michael has shown up on my porch after we've had no contact for almost five months. Snuggling next to a girl, no less.
I don't remember how I made it back inside the house without making eye contact or confronting them, but once I was safe inside, I tried to covertly spy on them. He wasn't making any attempt to come up and knock on the door or talk to me, so what was he doing there? They were sitting very close, very chatty, very touchy. She looked ethnic. Tan skin with long brown hair. She seemed classy, but fun. And he gave all of his attention to her. Inside, I was fuming. I couldn't handle it anymore and I started punching the wall. Maybe three times.
Michael's head whipped back when he heard the noise and we made eye contact through the window. I stomped outside and asked him what the hell he was doing here. I don't even remember his response, I was so livid. I was in the middle of telling him to get the hell away from my house and that I hope he's fucking happy, when I woke up. 7:13am.
Fucking worst dream I've had in a long time.
What the fuck, Melissa?
Yeah, dream about the one person you want nothing to do with for the rest of your life.
And, brilliant me, what do I do?
I hazily, half asleep-ily, grab my phone.
"I just had a really awful dream. Sorry for everything."
I paused in the middle of typing it into my phone. And contemplated just closing the phone and going back to sleep. Like I said, we've had no contact for almost five months, something I'm actually proud of. But I finished typing and hit the send button. I didn't expect anything. Either no response, or perhaps something highly insulting that demands I leave him alone.
Well, it's three hours later and nothing yet. I'm not too worried about it.
Me and my damn impulses. Idiot, idiot, idiot.
Now I'm going to have to make this a really productive day to make up for the major stupidity this morning.
As I walked out the front door I glanced to the right. Someone was sitting on my front porch. Two people. Oh my god. I looked away. I looked back. Yeahp. It was Michael. With some girl I've never seen. Looking quite cozy. Who even knows why the hell they were on my porch, but I pretended as if I didn't notice them and jumped in the pool and did a few laps, of course all the while freaking out in my head and wondering why Michael has shown up on my porch after we've had no contact for almost five months. Snuggling next to a girl, no less.
I don't remember how I made it back inside the house without making eye contact or confronting them, but once I was safe inside, I tried to covertly spy on them. He wasn't making any attempt to come up and knock on the door or talk to me, so what was he doing there? They were sitting very close, very chatty, very touchy. She looked ethnic. Tan skin with long brown hair. She seemed classy, but fun. And he gave all of his attention to her. Inside, I was fuming. I couldn't handle it anymore and I started punching the wall. Maybe three times.
Michael's head whipped back when he heard the noise and we made eye contact through the window. I stomped outside and asked him what the hell he was doing here. I don't even remember his response, I was so livid. I was in the middle of telling him to get the hell away from my house and that I hope he's fucking happy, when I woke up. 7:13am.
Fucking worst dream I've had in a long time.
What the fuck, Melissa?
Yeah, dream about the one person you want nothing to do with for the rest of your life.
And, brilliant me, what do I do?
I hazily, half asleep-ily, grab my phone.
"I just had a really awful dream. Sorry for everything."
I paused in the middle of typing it into my phone. And contemplated just closing the phone and going back to sleep. Like I said, we've had no contact for almost five months, something I'm actually proud of. But I finished typing and hit the send button. I didn't expect anything. Either no response, or perhaps something highly insulting that demands I leave him alone.
Well, it's three hours later and nothing yet. I'm not too worried about it.
Me and my damn impulses. Idiot, idiot, idiot.
Now I'm going to have to make this a really productive day to make up for the major stupidity this morning.