Chapter 11: Why Did This Happen?!

                                    

                                          
Y/N's P.O.V.

                          
    I awoke to silence drifting throughout the house.  I was pretty sure that my mom had left, for I'd woken up a little late.  I used the bathroom and brushed my hair.  I looked at myself in the mirror, noticing my eyes that were still heavy with sleep.  
                          
    I slowly stepped down the stairs and walked into the kitchen.  I opened almost all of the cupboards looking for something to eat.  I closed another cupboard and stopped.  I shook my head and opened it up again, looking at what it contained inside.  I found a box of crackers, so I decided that they would make an efficient breakfast.
                          
    I sat and ate my breakfast, pretty satisfied with my ideas of food.  The house was silent except for my chewing my crackers.  I sighed, thinking about how lonely I was.  My thoughts drifted through my very consciousness.  I thought about Michael, and replayed yesterday's moment over and over again in my tired head.  
                          
    My legs were also very tired, as if I had ran for miles.  I had no idea why they were tired, for I didn't run yesterday.  Instead of running, I basically just walked, stood, and sat down, and that's not that much action.  
                          
    When I had my fill of crackers, I looked in the box to see what remained.  I had eaten almost the whole box!  I laughed at myself, closed the box and places it back into the cupboard. 
                          
    Just then, I heard a strange tapping on the widow.  I walked over I the window and pulled back the curtain.  Sitting in the windowsill was a very fat squirrel.  It was strange because it wasn't looking at me, but something behind me.  It jumped off of the windowsill and scurried away.  
                          
    I turned around only to be faced with Michael.  He was holding a piece of paper that was blank.  I raised my eyebrows and he flipped the paper around.  The paper read:  I am your worst nightmare...  I smiled and put my hand gently over my mouth.  
                          
    I walked on my tiptoes over to him and lifted his mask.  I put my lips to his, closing the space between us.  He smiled while I was kissing him, causing me to smile, too.  His mask was only rolled up, but not off of his face.  I grabbed the mask and took it off.  Afraid that I was going too fast, I pulled away.  I smiled at him and dropped his mask to the floor.  
                          
    "Michael, what are you doing here?"  I asked in a calm tone, wanting him to think that I wanted him to stay.  I did.  He took a step closer to me, craning his neck down to face me.  He's so tall...
                          
    "I... I, came to visit."  He said quietly.  I loved his voice.  It was the perfect mix of deep, soft, and just lovely.  
                          
    Just then, I got the chills.  I became scared of something just then.  I looked up at Michael and he sensed the fear in my eyes.  He cocked his head and I looked down at my feet, cold on the hard floor.  
                          
    He lifted my chin with his rough hand and asked me what was the matter.  "Oh, I umm..."  I stuttered.  He looked at me expectantly.  "I just got the chills.  I feel like something bad is going to happen later.  I mean like, really bad, Michael..."  He bent his head down to level his face with mine.  
                          
    "Y/N, I don't think anything bad will happen.  If something were to happen, I would protect you with my life.  Like I said, everything's going to be fine."  He paused, giving me reassurance, then he grinned.  "Unless, of course, this is bad..."  
                          
    He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the couch in the other room.  He sat down and sat me on his lap.  I was blushing, speechless, and sitting on Michael's lap.  He tilted my head to his and cocked his head in that particular way that he usually does. 
                          
    He pressed his lips to mine and I instantly relaxed.  I loved these moments with Michael, I loved him so much.  I kissed him back, wanting this moment to last forever.  He moved his hand to my side, sending chills down my spine, but I enjoyed the chills.  He pulled me close to his body, pressing himself against me.  He pulled away so that we could breathe and I looked at him.  He looked at me back with lust in his eyes.