After a long uninterupted sleep McKeighla made her way down the stairs
and found her way to the living room. Where she found Micky sitting on
the couch reading a book. The movement caught Mickys attention as he
looked up from his book. Once he realized it was her, he put down his
book and got up,
"Are you hungry, do you want anything to drink?" he asked, walking
towards her. McKeighla shook her head, as she tried to make her way to the
couch, but she was stopped by Micky, "Do you feel better?" She wasn't
sure, but she thought she heard actual concern in his voice, very
unusual in her life.
"...Ya, I do..." she yawned, "...what kind of books do you have?"
"Oh..." Micky answered "...ya, come with me..." he told her, walking
towards a door. McKeighla did what she was told and followed him. Once he
opened the door she was taken back by the amount of books that lined
the walls. This had to be more books then the library she worked in had.
"I had a library built in...incase I wanted to read something...but
with all the parties and galas I have been going to I have no time to
read. I'm sure you'll make good use of them though" he smirked. McKeighla
nodded, speechless. He didn't seem like the kind of personality you
would expect to read, but you learn something every day. "...I'll leave you
alone now" Micky told her, shutting the door behind him. McKeighla
stood there, staring at the vacant spot where Micky had just been. He was
nothing like Jake, caring, handsome, not the jealous type and courteous.
She had been in the library for a while now and now was getting to the
side of the room with the window. McKeighla was just bending down to
look at a particular book when a flash went off in her face. Then, like a
chain reaction she felt millions of little flashes hit her eyes. The
Brightness of the lights almost blinded her and made her lose her balance
and fall backward and land on her back. She let out a little yelp and
vigorously wiped and clawed at her eyes. She didn't know how long she
had been on the ground for before she felt her self being lifted off the
ground and Micky quickly whispering in her ear "Come on".
As soon as they got out of the room Micky let her down "I'm sorry
McKeighla..." He apologized, "I thought you guys were done with the media"
McKeighla whined wiping her eyes,
"What?" Micky laughed out loud, "...wow you have been living under a
rock haven't you?"
"Don't laugh" McKeighla whined again, "my work takes a lot, I usually
don't get to watch the TV or listen to the news, sorry for working for a
living..."
"You don't have to..." Micky blunted out
Does he mean what I think he means? McKeighla thought as her eyes
dialated, she back away then turned around and ran up the stairs to her room
and then slammed the door.
It didn't take long for Micky to be at her door apologizing, that that
is not what he meant. McKeighla didn't know what it was, but she hoped
he didn't mean that he didn't mean it some how.
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