Micah pov
I can still remembered the day I met Alyssa, in my parents restaurant celebrating her birthday, holding court at the head of the table while her parents snaps pictures of her. Right then, I knew that we were from two different worlds, hers was all glittery and shiny and mine was all normal and mundane. That didn't stop the connection that happened between us, it couldn't hold it, even from different class in life, fate, that annoying bitch did everything to make us meet.
Maybe you would not agree with me but of all types of food she could crave for, she chose that day to crave for Mexican, for all restaurants, she could have chosen to host her birthday breakfast, she chose mine and even with all that, I was in a corner watching the rich kids have fun while I cleaned a table, her favorite present so far * she had about hundreds to still open* happened to fall and roll in my direction.
She refused help when offered to help her pick it up and she stood up in all her princessy glory and walked up to me, I stood in my well-worn clothes and pick up the present for her. I wish I could say that the clichés stopped there but no, instead, she collected the. Present which was a ball from me and give me a toothy smile. The kind of one flash all your teeth and she asked me the most important question of all. Do you want to be my friend?
Of course my answer was yes and the rest from there on out was history, I wish I could say we discovered we loved each other and we decided to date while in high school and broke up only to get together when we were in our late twenties, get married, have two-point-one kids, lived in a house in the suburbans, had a dog and lived happily ever after but no, that not how this story went. This story was far from that.
Well for one we met when we were seven, or she was seven and I was seven and three quarters. *Yes it counts. * So us getting married was an impossibility and another was the class difference and I know some of you might think that it doesn't really matter and all that but it fucking do especially if the woman is the one with the higher class. Just imagine, you come from an aristocrat family and your blood is blue although if you have a paper cut you will bleed red, got together with someone who has almost the same amount of blue blood in them too and gave birth to a girl who looked like a princess and is almost one because you are filthy rich. Imagine that a poor pauper comes along and wants to get married to her.
I know that I will forbid that marriage and since I know that, I cannot expect another man to do something else. I treat people based on the standards I want to be treated.
Oh another thing I should get out there, just because I say that or I have mentioned pauper or poor a lot, that doesn't mean that I am really that poor. Yes, my family might not have up to a million grand to our name but hers have several tens of millions almost going to hundreds of millions the last time I checked so in a way I am a pauper where she is.
Getting back to the story, since that day we became inseparable and thick as thieves and although my family was pretty much in less than hundred grand when I became friends with her, we have expanded much within the eleven years I have being friends with Alyssa. First of all, when her parents saw we were getting too close, they tried to separate us and when Alyssa pitched a mini fit that her best friend was not invited to her kindergarten pool party, they gave up, then my parents tried to struggle and meet up with my new friend demands and they refused handouts. Alyssa wanted us to do our play dates in outrageous places like renting out an ice cream parlor and others, at first my parents agreed but when they saw that it was taking a huge dent out of their bank account, the put a stop to it and Alyssa didn't like that at all and she always gets what she wants or like. Her father came up with the prefect solution, he invested in my parents business, it bloomed and bang, I can afford to do that same things as Alyssa... On a smaller scale, daddy's baby girl is happy and so everyone gets to breathe in peace.
After a while... Try three years of being in a friendship with their daughter, they grew warm towards me especially when they discovered that I anchor her, nothing to be proud of as parents but they were pretty proud, since then I have being more like a step son than an annoying cat you inherited from your grandmother who passed on. I was still a permanent fixture but my situation was a lot better.
This is the story of us and I was just trying to give a background if you don't like it, I am sorry, I can't promise I will try to be less blunt or jaded or whatever you think I am but if this story is going to be great, I need to tell it in the way that will be best. And I feel that the way for that to happen is for me to freely express myself. This story will be told from my angle but you get to see into Alyssa mind too. You might like what you will see, you might not, but all I ask is for you to keep an open mind... Sound ominous right but I just find words to roll and it might all be not up to the standards but I will try to make it worth your while. I am the English teacher assistant after all.
Micah pov.Today was a weird day. Sure, it started like any other day, I wake up to the shouts and screams of my siblings, Celine and Matthew who are 14 and 13 respectively but they act as if they are in their pre-teens instead of teenage years. I am sure that my parents must be feeling glad. They would take those two acting childish any day rather than doing drugs and if you ask me I think I would keep quiet so that my answer will not incriminate me but between two of us. I would prefer the drugs at least I can sleep in then. After standing up, I hold on to my head board as the dizzy feeling swept past me, even that is turning into a normal routine. It has been happening for about three months now and I know I should go for checkup but I have been busy and didn't have time to. Anyway, as always I took a shower and wash my hair. I wash my hair twice weekly and although Alyssa will wrinkle her cute nose about that fac
Alyssa pov.I know for certain that I have been a positive girl all my life. I know I was a little spoilt when I was younger *okay maybe a lot spoilt* and I know that my world was at my fingertips. I know all these things because my parents always ensure that I have the best of everything I ever wanted. So what if it made me a little spoilt or can't I be a positive girl when there is no real reason for me not to be one and don't get me started on my world I was queen and I ruled it and now I don't. As simple as that, it is was horrible to learn that I was living in a fairytale and now I have been jolted and taken to the real world. My life feels like it is not mine to live any more. I feel like stumping my feet and saying I want to go back to my life but that is just going to be me throwing a tantrum and in the real life. People who throw tantrums are not taken seriously and are ignored. Why did my life take this ugly turn? I
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
Micah povI can't believe that about Alyssa parents even if I saw her father acting broken, I refused to believe it. It just isn't possible. They were one of the forever couples I knew about. One of the only two. My parents being the other. I know that anything can happen even a tragedy as big as this but come on. This is Alyssa life we are talking about, her world. Everything has to be perfect and under her control. It isn't possible any other way. Any way whatever happens, I am here for her, I will always be here for her. To the best of my capabilities. She is too sad for my liking, I hate to see tears in her eyes, and I hate to see sadness in there. I have to remove her mind from what is going on around her. And I told her just that. Hey remove your mind from that okay. Where would I put my mind instead? She asked with her hands folded acr
Alyssa pov.I wish that Micah could spend the whole day with me but he can't he has to go pick up his sister and brother from their friends place where his mother dropped them off four hours earlier when they finally got on her last nerves. I certainly don't want to go back to that house, not anytime soon and even if I go, I don't think I want to be sober when I do it. Then again I have never drank to the point of inebriated before so I might as well get that experience before I move to college. That reminds me. I have to ask Micah if he has made his choice on colleges yet. I know that he might not be able to get in an Ivy League college but because of his athletic championships he has been winning since he was twelve, he has a wide range of schools to choose from. He needs to make his choice and I need to tell my parents my own choice. I guess it is just parent now since my father is the only one aro
Alyssa pov Where to, Miss." the cab man asked me when my sobs reduced. Far away from this place. As far away as possible. I replied through my tears. What about the park close to town council hall. " he asks quietly. I know that right now he is talking softly because he recognized what is going on. He saw the bastard on his side view mirror and he knows from my tears that I was the girlfriend.Yes please. I answered in a low tone.My life is turning into a typical cliché story. What is remaining is that I fall in love with either my best friend, Jake best friend or the school bad boy then we get married and live happily ever after. The end. I can't deal with this. I just cannot. This day is too horrible for me. It has just been too horrible. Wait... did Micah know about this, is that why he wa
Micah povI have been searching for Alyssa for about an hour now. Driving with top speed to get to our favorite spots where we hang out but I didn't see her there. I stop and sat down, * use your brain and think this boy, stop acting like you are insane. Alyssa is your best friend, you know her better than you know anyone else. Where would she go since she had her heart broken? What would she do? * I am supposed to even know how she would think dammit. I need to calm down, I can do this if I just calm down. I slowed down my breathing as I try to think with a clear head, pushing all the worries that have been swimming in my head so fiercely that if me brink I can see them behind my eyelids. She must have been in a situation where she couldn't think and that would have made the taxi man to drop her off in an extremely popular place. I paused that flow. That would be what
Alyssa pov.Waking up to shouting is not a good way for someone with a hangover. My head was banging and pounding as if they were trying do an operation on it without giving me morphine. I groaned as I sat up in the bed and when I could finally open my eyes without closing it back because of the brightness, I looked around at the room I slept. Sure, I remember last night, the important details like I was dropped off in a park, I drank myself to oblivion, I woke up at night to discover I am alone and I started crying and as he heard my cries he appeared and was there with me. He took me home and dropped me in this room. I don't need to be a psychic to know that Micah will be pissed at me. I don't know what I did but I know that it was something stupid. I know this because the only part of our conversation I can remember was when he was calling me daft for thinking about something. * Oh Alyssa, when will you realized