When we reach Michael’s apartment he turns off the engine and then turns to me with a relieved expression. “Thought we would never get here.” He evaluates with a slight shake of the head. “ I know. But it’s okay, We’re home now. Let’s just go inside.” Funny how easy it is to refer to Space boy’s place as my home. I guess that’s probably because I spend so much time there. A lot more then I spend at my house. Plus wherever Michael is I tend to associate as where I want to be.
It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. I just hope that whatever he has to tell me won’t change that. To say that I’m a bit nervous is the understatement of the millennium. What if this is about his home planet? Is he going to leave me? Numerous thoughts are swirling around in my head right now and not a one is pleasant. I just want to get this over with. Rip the band aid right off. I open the car door and get out waiting until Michael is at my side before making my way into the building.
Once we reach his door I gesture for my keys and he tosses them to me with ease. I catch them and use my key to open the door. When we are both inside I shrug my shoulders as if to get the weight of the world off of them. “It’s not like you to keep me in suspense. What’s the newest Czechoslovakian melodrama?” I inquire and without noticing I cross my arms over my chest. It’s a defense mechanism. I never let anyone to close when I’m feeling vulnerable.
