The constant breeze hitting against Michael's face felt nice, he slipped his sunglasses on to hide his identity. The lastime he'd been in the city of San Francisco there was a mob surrounding his car and he expierenced a near death situation. Brenda looked at him and laughed, "Yeah, that's not obvious at all..."
Michael smiled, "Well it's three in the morning, who'd really be walking around at this time?"
Brenda smiled and shook her head, "Yknow San Francisco is almost like New York, the city that never sleeps..." She looked over her shoulder at the corndog stand, the only place that seemed to be open in the Pier.
"Now you're hunbgry," Michael teased. Brenda laughed again, "Yeah... I kinda left my wallet at home, all I have is fifty cents, which was bus fair,"
Michael laughed, "Where would you be without me?" He headed to the corndog stand. Brenda thought about the question even though it was sarcasm. She really didn't know where she would be without him. He was like her other half.
"Excuse me, can I get one corndog please?" Michael asked the man behind the register.
"Fried or baked, large, medium, or small?" The man asked.
Michael looked at Brenda a little confused. "Umm.. Fried... Small..."
"Are you sure you want a small? We'll be here for a while..." Michael asked.
"Umm..." Brenda shrugged, she didn't want to seem fat. Michael turned back to the man, "Large, fried.." He said. Brenda sighed, she didn't like how he could read her mind.
The man went to prepare the corndog, Michael looked at her, "I didn't know there were even sizes for corndogs.." He laughed a little. The man came back with a corndog in a white paper bag with red and yellow on it, Tim's is all it said. Michael handed it to Brenda and payed. They walked over a small wooden bridge above a lake near a various ammount of closed stores in silence.
Michael dug his hands in his pockets, he didn't know what else to do since it was so quiet between them. Brenda sat on the bridge and finished off her corndog.
"Be careful.. What if you fall," Michael said.
"I'm not gonna fall... Stop worrying about me!" She laughed and dangled her legs. Michael shook his head and stood in front of her, just incase she did fall he could atleast try to help her.
"I hope everyone at home is asleep... If not I hope they don't notise that I'm still gone," Michael said.
"...I bet my parents are looking for me," She said, Michael rested his arm on her leg. Brenda laughed, "I can just imagine their faces..."
"When we go back home what are you gonna tell them?" Michael asked.
"I'm not going back home..." Brenda shook her head.
"What do you mean?"
She got down from sitting, "I mean... I'm going back to LA of course, but... I'm gonna probably stay with one of my friends or something. I can't stay in that broken home like that. I just cant," Brenda explained.
Michael sighed, "Then how will I see you?"
"Just come to my friends house," She said.
"I don't wanna hang out with you and your friends.. I wanna hang out with you." Michael said.
"Michael do you only think about yourself? What about my situation? I'm, not going back.. You don't know what it's like..." Brenda leaned against the edge.
"I'm sorry.. I just don't think you should go to your friend's houses, you'd have to go half on rent and all kinds of other bills and you don't even have a job and they're not going to help you. And I do know what it's like, my mother and father had an issue similar to yours only the other way around and not with eachother's friends so don't tell me I don't know what it's like now you're thinking of only yourself," Michael shook his head.
Brenda looked away, "You're right.."
Michael didn't say anything, he didn't like to tell people when they were wrong, nor did he enjoy proving people right all the time. Brenda looked at him, "Hey, you know when you said where would I be without you?"
Michael smiled, "I was only joking."
"I know," Brenda smiled, "But I thought about it," She said. There was a short silence, "I don't really know where I'd be without you," She said. Michael looked at her.
"You're like... My peacekeeper, without you my life would be rediculous.." She laughed, "You keep me out of trouble. If you'd never told me I didn't need to lose weight, I'd be probably going anorexic right now," She shook her head and chuckled. Michael didn't say anything, he knew that everything she was saying was true.
"Brenda... I have to tell you this and I hope it doesn't change anything but I have to tell you. I really like you, as more than a friend. I'm not just saying this, I mean it," He said.
Brenda looked at him, "Do you really mean it?"
"Yes, I wouldn't just say that to you... I would never hurt you, and if I did before I never meant to," He said.
"That's why I told you we couldn't be friends, becayse I felt like you werre playing with my emotions.. But I guess I was wrong. I like you too, to be completely honest I never stopped liking you like I said, I've always liked you," She shrugged.
Michael hugged her, he wanted to kiss her but he didn't want it to be weird. Her hair smelled like strawberries, as he pulled away he laughed a little.
"What" She smiled.
"Your hair smells like strawberries... Or some kind of fruit," He said.
Brenda pushed him a little, "You're silly.. Let's go back to the car it's cold out here,"
