Unsaid Words (Completed)

Chapter One: It can't be..

**This is the first short story I have ever written. There are three more parts, shorter than this one. I hope you enjoy it**

“Come on” I begged attempting to pull off the puppy dog look.

“No.” He said resisting my charm.

“Please?” I asked moving closer to him.

“Nope, not going to happen” he refused shaking his head for emphasis.

“Michael?” I asked pecking his cheek. “Won’t you do this teeny, tiny thing for me?” I pouted making eye contact.

He looked at me for a long time then looked away. “You almost got me. Almost.” He smiled walking away from me.

I followed him and tickled his sides with my left hand secretly holding the camera in my right. It became a fully fledged tickle war very quickly. I seized the opportunity and took a quick picture of us.  He immediately paused after the flash light and looked down at me. “You sneaky devil, I’m going to get you” he said before initiating another tickle war.

We pulled away from each other in hysterics minutes later simply enjoying the moment.  He leaned on his elbow and looked at me as I lay on his bed gazing at the roof.

“You’re amazing, do you know that?” He asked looking at me.

“I’ve heard” I smiled looking at him. “Since I’m so amazing, don’t you want to give me an exclusive preview of your oh so wonderful musical skills?” I asked him wiggling my eye brows.

“For you my dear, anything” he grinned making his way out of his room to get his guitar. I sat up studying the room that I practically lived in. It was a deep shade of blue with a queen sized bed against the wall in the middle of the room. The bed had a simple black headboard placed between the wall and the bed which worked well with his deep blue and black bed spread. There was a study desk and a chair which he rarely ever used in front of the window, on the right side of his bed. The bathroom door was on the left hand side of the bed opposite his bedroom door. His oak wardrobe was adjacent to the bedroom door leading into the passage. Opposite the wardrobe was a black computer stand holding up his apple computer.

I took the camera and looked at the picture we had just taken. It was amazing. We were both laughing, his hands on my sides and mine on his chest, eyes sparkling and teeth showing. It was definitely a keeper.

“What are you looking at?” Michael asked giving me a two second heart attack.

“Damn it, Michael. Are you trying to kill me? I could report you for attempted murder.” I exclaimed clutching my heart.

He rolled his eyes and smiled. “Melissa, if I wanted you dead, you would be.” He said evilly changing his facial expression into an evil smirk.

“Oh, I’m so scared. What are you going to do? Tickle me to death?” I laughed poking him in the chest.