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 Alyssa pov. 

  Micah did come, at the same time he always came to my house in the morning then we would spend the whole day in my house doing whatever we do to past time but be in each other company. Today was his turn to choose what we should do. Yesterday it was mine and I made him give me a manicure and pedicure and he begged me that when he finally have a girlfriend that I should not tell her that he is a pro at girls stuff because he does not ever want to do that again. I reminded him that next week he has to do it again and he grumbled but agreed saying that it is just me and that he wants to keep it that way. He do not want the number of girls to increase to two so he made me promise and I agreed. 

  Now it is his turn I am sure that he would make me do something completely embarrassing, he always does after my manicure and pedicure day. It is not as if I cannot afford to get it done at a proper beauty store but I love stressing his life and whenever I have events I need to attend, I visit my favorite store. Sure he is trying when it comes to manicure and pedicure, he is near being a professional but near is not the same thing as being a professional. When I do visit the beauty store, I make sure to drag him along too and for that day he acts a little bit girly but the next day he is back to being his self and although you might ask why don't I want him to be girly and always drag him to the store, the answer is that I love him the way he is and I would not change a single thing about him and also for that fact that his hands are amazing and I love it when he is touching my feet. It is like I am in heaven. I know what you are thinking but no. I don't want to date him and I certainly am not one of those people who fall in love with their best friends. It is just so tacky and I don't do tacky. It is not my style. I am in love with the most amazing male specimen on this planet but that is talk for another day. 

  I know I should be worried about what Micah will want us to do for today but I am distraught. And when I told Micah to take me out of my house, I meant that whatever he wants us to do today should not be at my house. * It is no longer a home for me. * He agreed and he took me out of my house, he did not take me to a haunted house or anything like that instead he stopped in front of my favorite pizza parlor got me my favorite pizza. * although I didn't know this then* Then we drove to my favorite ice cream place, he got me a secluded booth and went to get my favorite ice cream then he gave me my comfort food and I dug in without thanking him. I was famished because of all those tears I shed and the fact that I haven't eaten that day and as I was eating that was how tears started rolling down my cheeks again. Micah didn't say anything. He just sat there near me as he watch me cry. He placed his hand on my lap and squeeze and it was his only outward sigh of comfort. He didn't bother me as I ate but I could feel his worry practically rolling off him in waves but I ignored it for now as I consternated on filling my tummy. I hate making Micah worry about me. I am not his girlfriend and only she has that right to make him worry. I know that I should have told my own boyfriend but all Jake knows about offering comfort is taking some one shopping and while they are shopping, he is on his phone. Micah will watch movies with you, tuck you in his bed to sleep while he takes the couch. He will sing to you if it will make you laugh although his singing voice is not all that great and he will buy you comfort food so that your insides even if it is not your emotions, are settled and after all that if you are still in need of a good cry and don't want to appear weak. He will put on a sad movie and then you can cry. He will be besides you throughout all this and he will cry along with you too. I am grateful for the day he came into my world. I would have been vastly different if he was not in it. 

Want to tell me, what's wrong. Micah asks as I polish my second slice of pizza and ate the last of my ice cream. He didn't eat anything. He just sat there watching me while I ate.

  No. I grumbled 

"That bad. He asks. He is so attuned to me. Others might get put off by my attitude but he just laughs at it. According to one of his favorite sayings. If you don't feel like you have to protect your feelings around me then there is no need to get defensive. Of course I disagreed and that led to a big debate between two of us. * Our parents called it quarrel. *

  Yes. I replied then I broke down... again. "My parents want to break up.

  "what. he asks me unbelieving.

  My parents are getting divorced... no, they got divorced in my presence this morning before you arrived.

  Are you pulling my leg. He asks me with narrow eyes as if I want to pull one on him. Why would I do that, I have learnt my lesson. Any time I try to do that, it backfires at me and he repays me, believe me when I say he is more gifted in that area more than me. 

 As if I can do that. I replied him sarcastically.

  No, you are right. You can't do that. Are you sure. "He asked looking at me worriedly. 

  "Yes. I told you, this happened in my presence this morning. I exploded 

 Yes, but it could be a dream. A very realistic dream. You had those when you were small, right? Micah pointed out. 

 Yes but if it was a dream, my mother would have chewed me out for using the f-word. I said

 She didn't. Micah asks

 She couldn't I didn't give her the chance.

  Then it is completely real. Your dream mom would have completely slap you over the head when you refuse to allow her to talk especially if it was over the f-word. Micah explained 

 See what I mean. 

Holy shit. He exclaimed 

 I know. 

What will you do? Al

 What can I do? Absolutely nothing. "

Hey come here. Micah said as he placed me on his laps and pressed my head to his neck as he hugged me. The only reason why I stayed like that was because I was a little bit venerable and love his unique scent. The one which only him seem to have and is most prominent by his neck and it smells just like home to me. Not my house, when I mean home. I mean forever, that is the scent I always want to smell. I wrapped my hands around his neck as he petted me. I have no more tears to cry again. I am all wiped out.

   Everything will be ok. You will see. He whispered against my hair.