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" Can you take me to the park?" I yelled from across the house. I turned back to finish my blueberries. When I looked up, he was entering the room.

" Okay. Whenever you're ready." He said. He didn't seem to be in the rush mood. I ran upstairs and changed. Soon enough, I was sitting in earthy smelling grass. Michael disapproved, but let it be. I loved it when I was able to so easily sway his decisions.  He sat down on a bench, sighing. I sat next to him on the earth. I only just noticed his skin was almost as pale as my own. I looked away before he could notice. I saw a ladybug, an orange one.

" Michael... how can you tell male ladybugs and lady ladybugs apart?" I asked softly touching the delicate bug.

" I don't know, actually." He murmured almost surprised

" You're right. Who cares anyway? They're gorgeous." I was feeling so in tuned with nature.

" Look at how large that tree over there is." I said in awe. Michael looked at the tree at the other side of the park.

" It's extremely old. Some trees don't get to grow that big. Some trees grow like that and it takes a couple hundred years if that to grow." I nodded in agreement. I sighed, looking at the clear blue sky.

" I miss my home. My mom. Dad. Siblings that don't look like me or them. I wish... I wish I could get a happily ever after." I whispered, smiling at it, like we had been friends for a long time.

" Don't we all, Bella?" He chuckled. I heard a sad tremor in his sweet voice. I nodded.

" Did... I say something to discomfort you? I don't want there to be any tension between us, especially not now."

" No. You said something that made me rethink all my priorities." He whispered, staring at me. I wonder what it was. But... was it so important? I thought not.  We stayed in the park for an hour or so before heading home. I could not wait to feel my soft bed beneath me. I wanted a nap, dearly. I no longer held conversation as we went home.

" Is it me or are you currently shivering?" He murmured, amused. I nodded. He handed me his sweater, covering me with the imprint his warmth had in it. I gasped at his momentary touch. It was so warm. It was almost... as if he had a slight fever. I didn't pay attention to it, though.

" Thank you, Michael." He nodded slightly. We walked along the sidewalk, toward his car. Heat was rising in my cheeks. He was... being kind. I looked at the trees as I passed by. Such a luscious green that embroidered the trees, waving through the air. We got to the car, slowly approaching the vibrant blue car. I slipped in the driver's seat and giggled at Michael.

" Can you even drive?" He asked, looking on amused.

" No." I chuckled. He pushed me to the other seat and slid in the driver's. I sighed at let him drive me home.

I unlocked the door and let us both in. I rubbed at my scalp and sat at the kitchen table. I got up, abruptly and ran to my room. I hung his sweater in the back of my closet. I ran back downstairs.

" My sweater, Bella." He murmured, giving me goosebumps.

" No." I said pouting. He smiled softly.

" Do you want to eat anything in particular?"

" ... You know I'm indecisive."

" That's okay."

" I want noodles in soup, please." I requested. He nodded to my request. I went in my room to take a short nap.

" Bella, please wake up, I've made your lunch." He whispers in my ear. I reach my hand out, still not fully awake. He pulls me up and sets me right on my feet. It took me a moment to open my eyes. I looked up at him, thanking him for waking me up. I walked into the kitchen with him, the aroma of thick broth. I saw dough on the counter. I paused, feeling emotional.

" You made me hand-pulled noodles?"

" Yes." I hugged him so tightly.

" Thank you, so much, Michael." I mumbled. He patted my back and nodded. I sat and enjoyed every noodle. It was absolutely amazing.

" What's your history with hand-pulled noodles?" He asked, just striking conversation.

" I bought a $25 bowl of hand-pulled noodles. I was upset at the price, but it was so worth it. It was... I don't know what it was. My limited vocabulary can't express it." I said, passionately. At that, Michael burst into laughter. It was like the tune to a song.

" I loved your noodles." I said, happy. Than my face dropped.

" I loved the noddles." I corrected myself. Michael couldn't help but chuckle at my immature mind.

" You're welcome, Bella."

I later washed up and ate dinner, right before bed. I was tired, for some reason.

I looked into the sky. I sat in a small clearing in a forest. I kept turning, trying to get a sense of my whereabouts. I felt like I was being... watched. Not by one person. But by a few. I finally spotted a tall lean figure, dressed informally and in all black. His face was mostly blurred, but his eyes glowed a vivid sea blue. It was hard to pull my eyes from his. The look in his eyes was as if I was prey he had been stalking for a long time. Michael materialized, his head in my lap. He looked up at me, his eyes now red orbs. I couldn't feel a soul or a beating heart beneath his thick surface.

" Michael." I whimpered. When he locked eyes with me, fear shook in my soul.

" Bella... You give a devil human desires with the way you are." He whispered. Listening to him was painful. He sounded like a million buzzing flies. I looked up and saw someone sitting in a tall tree. I was absolutely shaken up when I woke up. It was about time for breakfast. I quickly washed and dressed, running downstairs.

" Michael? Are you here?" I called.

" Yes. Please come, Bella."  I came to his side.

" I made you waffles. Sit and eat, okay?"

I tried to analyze my dream. I demanded to know who the boy with turquoise eyes was. He seemed to pull me in, no matter how much I wanted to run. I felt like I knew him. Michael's skin was pale and his whole eyes were red. I didn't know what that meant. That wasn't the soft-hearted caring guy I knew. He was cold. Not a thing showed on his face. Not an emotion. Not an expression. Just an eerily annoying smirk. I dug into my food, but jumped when a hand lightly touched my shoulder.