The atmosphere felt warm and calm. Michael wanted to close his eyes and just imbue the sunlight. He walked inside of his mother's home and closed the door behind him gently. He took his jacket off and hung it on the coat rack near the door then headed straight to his bedroom to change for rehursals. He was asking himself about a thousand questions per second in his mind about this guy Brenda was supposed to be having a date with.
I wonder what he looks like.
I wonder how old he is.
I wonder if he treats her right.
I wonder if he likes her.
She never told me about him, and I'm her bestfriend.
I wonder if SHE likes HIM.
I wonder how many girlfriends he's had before.
He threw his shirt on his bed, a little frustrated. He sighed and walked back over to the bed to fold it up, since Janet cleaned his room and things he didn't want to make his sister's job any harder than it could've been. There was a knock at his door, he figured it was her.
"Just a second," He buttoned up his blue collar shirt as fast as he could so there wouldn't be a wait, "Come in,"
Janet walked in and peeked through, then took a step in. "So what do you need today?" She smiled. She was always so excited to see Michael when he was home. Michael looked at his watch, "Janet what're you doing home so early?"
"Don't tell mother but I didn't go to school today, I didn't want to," Janet shrugged. "What? Janet don't ditch ever again. You can get into a mess of trouble if Joseph was home.. Why didn't you want to go?" Michael sat on his bed to hear her reasons, thinking to himself that it'd better be good.
Janet sighed and closed the door just incase anyone came home, "I'll tell you if you don't tell anyone,"
"Promise," Michael said.
"Okay... I didn't go because I like this boy but I don't think he likes me." Janet looked down at the ground, her voice was low. Michael felt a little angry, "Why wouldn't this boy like you, Janet?" He asked. Janet sighed once more and walked around the bedroom.
"I don't know... He likes those fast girls, and I'm not fast at all. And I'm a tomb boy, he likes girls who wear pretty skirts and stuff, I wear pants and a regular sweater all the time. Unless mother tells me otherwise which I dislike alot," Janet said.
Michael remained silent, he couldn't possibly imagine any teenage boy not liking someone like Janet. She was so nice and well-mannored.
"Janet if that boy doesn't like you there are a thousand more who will, heck, a million! You can't go on missing school over that. How many times have you done this?" Michael asked.
"Oh just today..." Janet said.
"Okay, keep it that way, I don't need much done, just laundry. Thank you," Michael slipped his feet into his favorite penny loafers as he stood up.
"So how are things with Brenda, did you tell her yet?" Janet asked.
"No... I'm not going to... She even has a date to some party now, with a guy I don't even know! She didn't even get my approval or tell me about it," Michael pointed his finger..
Janet giggled, "Well, you guys aren't dating so she doesn't really need your approval, Michael. Are they dating, or just friends?"
Michael folded his arms, "I guess they're just friends, she would've stopped letting me come over so much if they were dating. He better be real good to her," Michael said, the highest tone of anger in his voice.
"Are you jealous?" She asked, sympathy in her voice.
Michael shrugged, "A little,"
"Just tell her you like her and she'll forget about the other guy, she likes you too I bet," Janet smiled and took the basket of clothes and headed downstairs. Michael headed downstairs right behind her, "I'm never telling her, especially now," Michael grabbed his blue military jacket off of the hook near the door.
"I'll be back later okay? Tell mother I love her," Michael headed out of the door too rehursals.
Brenda's Story, at the party:
It was getting late and the cerfew for Brenda was tweleve midnight. This would've been a moment for her to feel like Cinderella but her story was far from hers. First, she wasn't wearing the dress she wanted to wear, instead she was wearing a pink strappy dress. Secondly, her date kept trying to get her drunk.
"C'mon, just one drink Brenda," Lisa encouraged, Lisa was Brenda's good friend since elementary school. She was tall with long blonde hair and blue eyes.
"No Lisa, I don't drink," Brenda faked a laugh, her date Spike grabbed her waste pulling her toward him.
"C'mon let's go upstairs this party is lame," Spike pulled her towards the stairs. She pulled away from him, smiling to keep the peace. "Let's just stay down here, and dance," Madonna's Get Into The Groove was playing and everyone was having a good time.
"I don't dance," Spike pointed at her. He had a mohawk and was wearing a leather bomber jacket with spikes all over it. Which was the reason he was called Spike. He pulled her waiste again, Brenda sighed nervously and followed him up the stairs. He walked inside of the first room he saw and closed the door behind them.
Brenda looked around, the room was nice and clean. She smiled nervously. The sound of the thumping music crept its way into the bedroom.
"Wanna?" Spike pulled a condem out of his pocket, Brenda's heartrate increased.
"Um, no... We're not even seeing eachother," Brenda whispered, she felt she should.
"What do you mean no? And so what if we're not dating, what the hell? Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position right now?" Spike's voice was getting higher and higher. Brenda did'n't say anything.
"Huh!?" Spike shouted.
"Um, I don't know," Brenda shook her head.
"Millions! So you gonna give me the time or what?" Spike walked around her in a circle. Brenda never felt so afraid in her life, "No, I'm sorry."
"Don't forget, I'm your ride home, I'm outta here," Spike yanked the door open and walked out of the room. Brenda sighed frustratedly and took a look at her watch, it was already 12:39AM. She walked downstairs to find Lisa and ask for a ride. She was no where to be found. She bumped into her friend Jill.
"Do you know where Lisa is?" She asked.
"Oh, she left out," Jill laughed and staggered as she walked, Lisa could tell she was drunk. There was almost no one who was sober in the whole entire house. Brenda walked outside and headed down the street. She was far from home, late at night, cold, with no way to get home. The only money she had was fifty cents and a train ticket.
She felt tears hot as fire roll down her cheeks, she'd had the worst night of her life. She walked down the neighborhood searching for some kind of relief. She could hardly breathe with how badly she was drowning herself in her own tears. She wiped her face and took her shoes off as her feet ached terribly.
She saw a payphone down the street, she couldn't call her mother, her mother would have a fit. Michael. Michael was her bestfriend, why wouldn't he come pick her up? She went to the payphone and put her fifty cents in, praying that he'd answer because it was her last. The phone rang multiple times, until finally she heard an answer.
Michael cleared his throat, "Hello?"
"Michael? It's me, Brenda," Brenda said quickly hoping that the call wouldn't drop.
Michael sat up in his bed, "Brenda, what's wrong?"
She could feel her tears more and more as she began to explain, "Spike was my ride home and-"
"Who is Spike?" Michael asked.
"He was my date, he was my ride home and he left me because I wouldn't give him the time and-"
"Where are you!?" Michael asked nervously, "He just left you there??"
"I'm down the street from Lisa's place, yeah he left me. I don't know where Lisa is," Brenda looked around as she wiped her face.
Michael sighed, "I'll be there," He hung up the phone and quickly slipped into some good clothes to go out in.
Michael pulled up to the sidewalk where Brenda was sitting in his 1957 Chevy Bel Air Convertible. Brenda got in and put her seatbelt on, "Thank you so much Michael,"
"Anytime, so.. What happened?" Michael asked, he felt furious at what Spike had done.
"Nothing really happened, but he was trying to get me drunk and after that he tried to make me give him time and I said no and he got upset and left me," Brenda explained.
"Why did you go with this guy anyways? You didn't even tell me about him, or show me him, or anything!" Michael said.
"I knew you wouldn't like him," Brenda sighed, "Besides, it's none of your business anyways, I can go on any date with any guy I please with out letting you know," Brenda said.
Michael tried to keep focus on the road even though he felt he needed to look at her. "Why so this can happen again? What if I wasn't at home, or what if I was on tour? Or what if I wouldn't have answered, where would you have been? What would you have done? Brenda I only like to see and hear about things like these because I care about you,"
Brenda folded her arms, "Michael if I wanted to be lectured I could've just called my mother,"
Michael took a deep breath, "Okay, fine, forget it." Michael said.
"Fine," Brenda said. Michael didn't say another word, he couldn't.
