I WAS SITTING IN MY ROOM WITH TAMARA when it hit me. There was something about that new girl at school that struck me. She was definately pretty, georguos even. She had long, dark brown hair and very beautiful ocean blue eyes. Every word that came out of her mouth was witty and charming. I couldn't be falling in love with her. I had Tamara. She was all I need. I guess Laura was just special. I think I'll find out why, but I shouldn't give it too much thought.
"Michael, what's wrong, are you even listening?" pressed Tamara.
"What? Oh, uh, yeah. Of course babe," I reasured her, a little annoyed.
"Um, okay, so anyway," and that's where I lost her again. All I could think about were those beautiful eyes. Laura's smooth skin as she shook my hand. Her flushed skin, and the nervous look in her eyes the few times she did look at me. It was obvious that she had a thing for me, but I can't leave Tamara. I couldn't do that to her.
"Okay, well, you look tired so I'm going to go home now. You get some sleep okay?" Tamara had a wary, but annoyed expression on her face.
"Sure thing babe," I promised, and then she left the room, leaving the door open.
Shortly after she left I heard another voice.
"Michael!" called my mother, "Michael can you come down here please?"
Without saying anything, I started downstairs. "Yes ma'am?" I asked.
"What's up with Tamara? She looked upset when she left. Is everything okay between you?"
"Yeah, she just decided that I wasn't listening to her anymore, so she left," I replied lazily.
"Why weren't you listening to her?" She seemed all offended and taken back, sort of like she was affected personally.
"I never said I wasn't listening to her," I added truthfully, "I said she decided I wasn't listening to her. Big difference. Anyway, I'm going for a walk. See you later."
"Sinse when do you go for walks?" she asked.
"See you!" I repeated while putting my shoes on.
"Crazy teenagers," she muttered.
I chuckled and headed out the door. The cool, Calgary, April air was what I needed right now, I needed to sort through my thoughts about Laura. It was kind of obvious that she loved me, or liked me, considering I just met her today, but she was definately... definately something. I don't think I believe the story of why she came though. I don't believe she didn't have a boyfriend in Chicago. There is no way. She's too beautiful. Oh my goodness. I'm really falling for her.
"HEY GRANDMA, DO YOU KNOW anything about the McClouds?", I asked curiously. That was Michael's last name.
"Ask your grandfather, he knows more people than I do, why?" she replied.
"Nevermind, thank you!" Now, to find grandpa.
He was in his office, typing vigorously. "Hey grandpa, do you know who the McClouds are?"
"Sure, I know three!" He answered. His eyes wrinkled into a knowing smile.
"Do any of them happen to have a son named Michael?" I asked, taking my chances.
"Well, Tom McCloud has a 17 year old son, I don't know his name, Dave doesn't have any kids, and Darren's wife is expecting. I'm guessing you're talking about Tom McCloud and his wife Heather."
"Yeah actually, what do you know about them?"
His face turned mock serious, "Why? Are you stocking the boy?" He chuckled.
"No, I'd like to think of it more of instructive research. I need to make sure he's not some ax muderer or rapist before I make any drastic decisions," I informed, blushing.
He raised one eyebrow. "Are you falling in love with this boy?" He asked, serious now.
"I-I think I might be, yeah," I admitted.