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| Things Just Suck |
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| Author: Reena Email: [email protected] Rating: uh, average, PG15 Nothing quite like the eloquent words of Michael Guerin. Things just suck. He was blackmailed into getting Maria those stupid tigerlily flowers. And having them delivered to work. Did anyone realize how much that was going to cost him? No. Not that he wasn't going to do it...he was...he wanted his nutty girlfriend back. And this would completely reduce her to mush if he did it...and only good things ever came from Maria in mush-mode. It was a win-win situation. But now, now he had to do it. And that took all of the fun out of it. Because not only did he have to do that, but he also had to try and talk Isabel, the Ice Princess, the Christmas Nazi, down from a decision. Like that was an easy task. It was about as easy to sway Isabel as it was to have Maria actually keep silent for an extended period of time. In other words, virtually impossible. Hence, his eloquent words, "things just suck". His day went from 'going great' to 'down the toilet' in hours. Mere hours. And now he was going to sink to the depths of...being a...good...boyfriend. Something he'd escaped so far. He wasn't like Maxwell, serenading Liz outside of her window and tossing her flowers...God, no...And he certainly wasn't Alex, leaving Isabel little notes everywhere...or like Kyle, just drooling over his girlfr-- Wait a sec...Man! ...He was just like Kyle... And that sucked. And he had two stupid things to choose from: talk to Iz first, or get flowers for Maria. Both required his pride to take a beating...both were going to result in scary responses...and both were going to show what a "wussy" he was. What, oh what to do... See, the flowers thing just scares him. Because after the flowers, Maria is going to expect things. She's not going to let him get off doing it only once...oh, no...she would learn that he was capable of such a task and immediately expect to see it more and more often...Because she always did that, with anything. Not just relationship stuff. Once she found out he ate through books, every now and again she'd show up at his place with a new classic. And the flowers...that meant she'd expect romantic stuff. Goopy stuff. Kissy-kissy stuff. Maxwell stuff. Wussy. Then, there was trying to talk Isabel out of an idea. Synonymous with trying to talk Maria out of an idea. A traumatic, headache-inducing experience. And because of Isabel's slimy, blackmailing boyfriend, he was stuck doing it. So maybe, in Alex's defense, he didn't actually say what she was accusing him of. That maybe, it was all Kyle's fault that Isabel was mad with Alex...although he did talk about Liz's little freak-fest...and that was stupid... But he had to give props to Alex. He had successfully roped him into this situation. Something that, until recently, had been something only Maria was capable of. Wait. A. Second. If Alex could also rope him into a situation, did this mean...that so could others? Is that what that meant? No. Not going to happen. This was strictly a one-time exception to the rule. That's all. He was relieved...kind of... And before he even got to enjoy his relief, he slammed into another person. A fuming, none-too-happy Liz Parker. "Michael! Don't you ever watch where you're going?" Whoa, he thought. Liz Parker was pissed off. He'd never actually seen her like this. Sure, she kinda strong-armed him in class, but that was different. That was devious Liz. But this, this was...kinda like he was... "Sor-ry Liz. Geez. I didn't mean to run into you." "Yeah, well watch where you're going, okay?" And then she just stormed past him. In a huff. His day was just getting weirder and weirder. And then Liz was right back in front of him. "Oh, and by the way, you better be ordering those flowers for Maria. Do you understand? Because if you don't, no more playing devil's advocate for you. Got it?" A stunned Michael just gulped and nodded his head. And there she was, off in a huff again. And, like before, it hit him... Things just suck. Now he had to get the flowers for Maria. There was no 'other' plan or even hope for another plan. He was totally roped into doing it by two of the tamest people he knew. It was just plain weird. And there was Isabel, across the lockers. And he realized he was stuck talking her down when he caught Alex out of the corner of his eye. Yet another thing he was doing today that he didn't want to be doing... "What do you want Michael?" "Nice to see you too, Iz." "If this is about my stupid boyfriend you can just forget it bec-" "He didn't say it." "Huh?" "That comment about you being all PMSy. He didn't say it." "Really. And how do you know that?" "Who was your source?" "Kyle." "Yeah. You might want to check your source. Alex isn't stupid enough to say something like that about you..." The Ice Princess was looking him up and down. Reading him. "Alex didn't say it?" "No." "Okay, then. Well...I...uh...gotta go. Bye." One down... "Iz. Wait." "What?" "I need to..uh...borrow your phone." "Why?" "Just because." "Michael." "Come on, Iz. Just let me borrow it." "Okay, fine. But I better get it back in the condition I gave it to you in." "You will." "Okay. Bye." Michael stood in the hall, glaring at the cell phone... And one to go. * * * * * |
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