Title: Imperfect Perfection
Part: 1
Author: Isis
Email: [email protected]
Disclaimer: Not mine, will never be mine, ever (except possibly in some truly wonderful daydreams).
Summary: Maria�s thoughts about Michael
Category: Michael/Maria
Rating: PG
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Ok, so he�s no Romeo and he�s sure as Hell no knight in shining armor. I know that.
He sulks way too much and he has this majorly annoying little tendency to brush me off with his "I-gotta-be-a-stone-wall" routine, like only he can do.
He always smells like he just chugged a bottle of Tabasco sauce, which, might I add, is one foul stench. Not to mention his kisses taste like Tabasco sauce, too.
He has no ambition and no concern with his education.
His hair looks like it�s trying to contact the home planet all on it�s own and his clothes, don�t even get me started on his clothes.
Even he realizes he might have to up and leave at any moment and never see me again and he kills something inside me every time he says we won�t work out.
But I know he doesn�t mean it when he says he has to "be a stone wall." I see the pain in the back of his eyes he tries so very hard to hide from me. And he�s kind of cute when he sulks, in a wounded puppy dog sort of way.
To be honest, I�ve gotten used to the Tabasco sauce and it�s really not that bad anymore. And believe me when I say that was definitely the only complaint I had about his kissing!
And who says he needs ambition, I don�t really know where I�m going with my life either. He�s really smart too, even if his grades don�t show it. I didn�t really get Ulysses, to tell you the truth.
Secretly, I kind of like his hair. I know, I know, I like to tease him about it, but it�s nice to run my fingers through and it�s softer than it looks. What can I say, his hair and his clothes go with the rest of him. I just can�t see him in khakis and a varsity jacket. The Gap look just wouldn�t be him.
I�m constantly terrified that he�ll have to leave and I won�t even get to say good-bye, but I�d rather be scared of what I could lose than never know what we could have had together.
He�s got his faults and there are a lot of them. I�ll be the first to admit he�s imperfect, flawed. But, that�s ok. What fun would perfection be anyhow? I think perfection would be kind of boring. I actually fell asleep when our drama class put on a production of Romeo and Juliet and I laughed at Liz for crying at the end of "Pretty Woman". Maybe most girls want their knight in shining armor who smells like CK One and lets her borrow their varsity jacket, but I�d rather have my Tabasco-breath knight in rusty armor any day. He may not be perfect, but I think he just might be perfect for me.
The End