Never Even Seen It Coming [MICHAEL!]

[zambini]

The letter sat, unopened and collecting dust, on a mahogany nightstand next to the young blonde's bed. It was from her father, who was seeing another woman by this time, and Michella resented the way she was so like her mother in every prospect. Conniving, conning and careless - the three c's that described her biological mother so well fitted her father's girlfriend's personality perfectly. There were days when Michella would avoid Michael, sit on her bed and wonder if that grotesque woman who lived at her father's house was a clone.
Night after night Michella ignored the letter. Doing anything but thinking about it - a sign of resentment to her dad's decision. It wasn't until she sat herself down and properly thought about her actions that she realised she was being childish. She didn't deserve her own house and her fathers money if this was the way she was acting. She then opened it. And immediantly, the sky fell from the heavens, the seas turned angry and crashed upon the soft sand of the shore, her heart sank to the soles of her feet. At least, that's what it felt like in her world, in her head.
She had to move. To the very small country of Chile.
When she read the words of horror that the letter had inflicted upon her, she had one priority in mind. To tell her boyfriend, Michael Rodney. And that was when the heavy debating started. She of course wanted to stay with him. Michael was so kind, sweet, innocent - but she was so worried. Worried that if she left for Chile she'd be unfaithful and Michael, the boy that had kept her through everything in the past few months, would leave her. She didn't want that. So she might have had to break up with him. She was so confused and she had no idea of what to do. Break up to spare him, or risk him breaking up with her and making her heart cry in the process? She could of course stay, but that meant losing touch with her father who she cherished dearly. The one man who stayed by her through everything, from her birth to now.
By the time she OWLed him, telling him to meet her at the park bench, she still hadn't made up her mind. There was just no telling what was happening. She'd have to ask Michael instead, she decided, but even that would be hard. She'd have to start out like nothing was wrong.
The park had grass greener than the purest green, and the sky a brilliant blue without a wisp of white cloud in sight. The sun beat down and people played and ate ice creams and were on the whole having a brilliant day. All except for the 17 year old Hufflepuff sitting on the park's bench and debating on what to do. The unusally nice weather had no affect on her as she sat with a calm expression on her face to fool her probably unsuspecting boyfriend when he hopefully would walk through the park gates and see her. Inside though, she was panicking. What the heck was she supposed to do? She wanted to ask Helena for advice but she was with her husband, and she did not want to bump into him. Her rapist's best friend! No way.
She scoured the croud, searching for that familiar glint of sin black hair, to no avail. He wasn't there yet.

[rodney]

Things had been busy recently, much busier than they had been in a while. Probably because his ex had just had her second baby, which meant her and her husband were having all their time consumed by that, which meant a lot less help with his own child with Jasmine, Cody. Which was the only reason he debated on writing Michella a note telling her he would not be making it to the park to meet with her today. Cody had been a pain all morning and a trip to the park would definitely seem like a reward to the little toddler. Which he simply could not have him thinking. But at the same time, he missed his girlfriend so much, and it was harder than he thought it would with her in school and him living on his own now and always having to take care of Cody.

Michael got dressed in a pair of old jeans and a black wife beater and pulled his dads old heavy leather coat on over that. It was falling apart more and more every time he put it on, but at the same time, he would never be able to let it go. This was a present from his father, the last one he had ever gotten, and it was something that meant a lot to him. Then he combed his messy long jet black hair, it wasn't going to do much considering the wind that was always present around this time of year. Then Michael got Cody dressed in a pair of toddler overalls and a blue shirt and put his son on his shoulders and said, "I suppose its time to go see Michella. She's probably waiting anyway." and his son clapped his hands a little like he knew where they were going. Then Michael apparated outside the park.

Even from outside the park, it was like he knew something was not quite right. Then when he saw Michella sitting on the bench in the middle of the park his dark eyes lit up a little bit. Yes, there was definitely something good in his life besides his son these days, and finally he had found a girl that cared about him despite the fact that he was a father. She never once acted as though she had a problem with Cody, which was a good thing. Because any girl with a problem with his son, was out of the picture right away. When he reached where Michella was sitting he took Cody off his shoulders, and set him down. "Go on and play son."

[/i] he said regretfully knowing he had not wanted him to go off, but really wanted some time to just talk to Michella.

"How have you been hon? Things going all right?"[/i] he asked because he had a feeling things were not all right, and he knew how to tell. He had had enough bad things happen that he knew when a tough conversation was coming, and he had a feeling this would be one of them. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[zambini]

As she waited, her mind wandered back to when they'd first met. Michella had cried because she'd been unfaithful to her boyfriend, Cole. Michael had comforted her. Michella had grown a crush on the boy in that moment, and told him too. He'd been pretty stunned. The blonde grinned as she remembered his face ... a face she may not be able to see for a long, long time.
Maybe, just maybe, Michael wasn't coming. Michella knew that he'd been seeing a lot more of his son, Cody, for whatever reason she didn't know, but she did know that. Michella liked Cody, he was just like his father. A cute and serene little kid. Michella didn't mind at all that Michael had had him. It wasn't Michael's fault, he had been drunk out of his mind. He'd once told her that was why all the girls had rejected him or rather, why he rejected all the girls. That had shocked Michella. Why would someone be so shallow like that? It was about the person, not that they had a son. Why did girls find it so hard to like a man with a child? It was a puzzling mystery she'd never understand. She liked Michael for who he was, and didn't care that he had Cody - Cody was like a bonus!
That's when she saw him. Michael. With Cody on his shoulders. Her heart felt like it was pounding in her stomach. How was that even possible?! He seen her just as quickly as she seen him. She put on her best grin, as if trying to assure everything was all right. There really was no point in hiding it, but she felt like she was going to burst into tears the minute she told him. The second she told him to be more precise.
Over the buzz of the park and the thrum of the crowd, Michella heard Michael dismissing his son to go and play. Michella knew Michael trusted Cody enough to let him wander about. He was a good, intelligent boy.
She turned her attention to Michael as he approached and sat beside her.

"How have you been hon? Things going all right?"

Here we go. Michella thought. With a wary smile she leaned in and hugged him first. She wanted to feel his arms around her again. It had been so long since she'd last felt them. It had been so long since she'd been in his embrace and felt his eyes connect with hers.
"Michael, I've ... I've been ..." she sighed, trying to get the words out. "W-Well ... here's the deal, Michael.
"My best guy friend has always been there for me. Through my birth, through my uncle trying to rape me, through me actually being raped-"

[/b] she shuddered as she spoke those words - "and now... now he wants ... he wants me to move to Chile with him and his girlfriend."[/b] Wow, she'd said it without crying. A minor miricale. "I don't want to go. I want to stay with you, but I want to go with dad. He's given me permission to stay, but I don't have anywhere to stay or even know if I want to stay. It's ... it's kind of your decision."[/b] A light blush lined the apple of Michella's cheek, and she breathed out and leaned back on the bench.
"There, I said it."
N o t e s --- I put Cola instead of Cole xD Hmm, Ive just realised this won't work. Shes in a family, damn. So It cant be 'dad' who wants her to go.[/blockquote][/blockquote]