Dirty Little Secrets

Epilogue

I was right and I knew it. When I called up mum six months ago, saying I wanted to stay and not leave Melbourne like I said – she’d told me she was glad, and that she’d met a man on a business conference here, and that she’d invited him over while I was gone and that they were getting married.

I couldn’t believe it. I knew she told me to go over here so she’d have the house all to herself and some man. But it all worked out for the best, and the wedding was wonderful. But that wasn’t even the best part of it all.

They were leaving me at home (his house that was, coincidentally, in the same area as my dad’s so I didn’t have to change schools or anything like that) with Michael while they went on honey moon. I couldn’t believe him and my parents had agreed to it, and in fact encouraged it when I suggested it.

Apparently I wasn’t to be trusted, left alone at home all by myself, and apparently Michael was trustworthy enough not to do the dirty with me while they were gone. But we’re just going to have to see about that, though.

Duke had ended up in the loony bin, his parents had pleaded with him to plead insanity...and do you really blame the court and judge for believing his plea? (they’d also found some extra evidence in his house, which was, surprise surprise, my video camera! I’d left it on in the lounge the day he’d freaked out on Aimee and it caught everything)

I sure didn’t blame them. In fact, I hoped he stayed in there for a while.

And Lorraine, and Vana and Chris, and Aimee (and Paul!), and Shelly and Gary? They were all just great, and things were heating up between Lorraine and her lab partner, too. More heated than Michael and I for a long shot, but that was about to change.

Michael was sitting in the lounge room, sipping at his coffee and reading the newspaper. I, on the other hand, was standing out in the hallway spying on him in some of Lorraine’s lingerie. It was hot pink, and man, was it clingy. Michael got a little more heated with me when I wore a dress, and I just wondered what he’d do now when I was wearing well, next to nothing.

I tiptoed up behind him, sat on the arm of his chair, leant over and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, “Hey, Mikey-moo!”

Michael looked down and stared at my legs, and then his eyes moved upwards.

“Hello,” he said, clearing his throat and putting down his newspaper, “I’m guessing you don’t want me to make you up a cup of tea before you go to bed then?”

I ignored his question, grabbed him by the shirt collar, dragged his lips to mine and started kissing him something fierce, it was too bad he was holding back on me.

By now I was sitting in his lap, legs around his waist. I drew my lips away from his and pulled him by the shirt collar, “Come on.”

He looked away, biting his lip. His hands lay clenched at his sides, and if it weren’t for the fact that they were clenched so hard his fingers were white, I could have sworn he wasn’t feeling anything at all.

“Aren’t I supposed to take your clothes off myself?” he said and I stared at him.

Well. If that was all he was worried about.

“I could take off your clothes,” I said and my hands went to his shirt buttons.

“No thanks,” he said and pushed my hands away. I frowned at him. It wasn’t going according to plan, and it was supposed to, damn it. I got off of him in disgust, and then I went into my room and brought out the big guns, the FMP’s, the –excuse my French – eff me pumps. They were awesome shoes, and they were expensive, so they better damn well work.

I walked back out in the lounge and brought a heel on his chair, and he was reading the funnies. The funnies. I was trying to make a move on him, and he was reading the Sunday cartoons.

Michael looked at my shoes and swallowed. “Kinky.” He said, and went back to reading the cartoons.

Damn right they were kinky, especially if I hit him over the head with them. Something which I was seriously contemplating doing. I mean, he was just sitting there, reading cartoons while I was practically naked and begging for it.

I grabbed the newspaper and threw it on the coffee table. “Michael,” I hissed.

“Look I promised your parents I wouldn’t try anything on you so I’m not going to try anything on you, alright?” he said and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning at the wall.

I crossed my arms over my chest. It seemed to have more effect than when he did it, probably because I was wearing less. “Michael, you also promised you wouldn’t let me have raisin toast for breakfast on a school day and look, you let me have raisin toast on a school day last Friday.”

“Because you freaking begged me,” he said, scowling at the wall, “I’m only human.”

Huh. Begging? Hmm...

He caught the look on my face and his jaw set, “Don’t you dare, Rodriguez.”

“Michael, please, Michael, pleee-ease?” I pouted and lowered my lashes, fluttering them and trying to bring big baby tears into my eyes.

Michael made the sign of the cross and pushed my heel off the chair – which only succeeded in making me fall forward with an ‘oof’ and made real tears come to my eyes. “Michael, that hurt.”

“Oh God,” he said and smacked a hand to his forehead. He peeked through his fingers, glaring. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. Lorraine never pulled anything nuts like this.”

“On the contrary, she suggested it,” I said with a scowl, “how else would I get this,” I pointed down to my skimpy outfit and glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest again, “and how dare you bring up Lorraine.”

She said to somehow hold that against him, she said it’d work. I got up from where I’d sprawled across his chair, and started walking away from him only to have him get off his chair and stop me. “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely and I turned my head to him. I almost felt bad for faking all the hurt, almost.

“Not forgiven,” I glared and slapped his hands off my waist. I started walking off, kicking off my shoes and huffing convincingly, seeming like I’d given up. But really, it was all part of the master plan, and Michael was totally falling for it.

“Holly,” he said sounding frustrated and sorry, “Holly please be reasonable!”

“Goodnight Michael.” I said and walked into my room, shutting the door behind me and crawling into bed. I pressed my face into a pillow to keep from laughing. I was going to make him breakfast in bed tomorrow if it’d actually work.

1, 2, 3...

Michael was standing in front of my bed, his shirt off and his jeans unzipped. “God damn it,” he cursed. “You get your way, and don’t think I don’t know your tricks, either.”

Who cared? Looked like my ‘tricks’ worked, he couldn’t deny me that.

He dropped down over me and kissed my nose, “Mikey-moo, don’t ever call me that again.”

“Okay, Mikey-moo.”

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THANKYOU ERIN-PERIN! Erin-perin gave me the idea for my halloween one shot. She is brilliantness. Love on Erin!

Went to see fireworks. They were so way pretty. Very pretty. I dressed as a french maid and got glow in the dark green love-heart glasses, which were pretty neat if you ask me. I'm thinking of doing "Chasing Emily" as my nanorimo. So..I might update more, or I might just write it all this month and update a LITTLE more. Only a little.

Also my other story I will start sometime, not anytime soon I don't think, but it has a SUPERHERO in it. Of sorts. And the main character has visions, and her name's Victoria (Ria) and she loves DRAWING superheros.

I'm going to miss you DLS! Bye-bye. And um, look! Those little spacer bar things are finally WORKING again. Awesome.

You know you love me, xoxo.

pps. I will be loving on Erin in ACR too. Since she reads that.