Authors Note: Hey! Wow! So many good reviews. I sure wasn't expecting all of them. I was so excited, I got a postive one from AlmeidaFluff (those who haven't read Love at First Date, do it now!) Thank you! I had someone refer to my story as 'teenagerish', yup, your absolutely right, probably because I'm a teenager. I know my skills aren't are great as some of the amazing writers on here, but, I thought I'd give it a try. I do appericate all reviews (good and bad!) because I someday I want to be able towrite as well as you!
Now I don't like this chapter as much as my first one, but, let's see what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own 24 or any of its characters.
Michelle closed the door to her apartment and leaned against it. 'Operation:Get Michelle's Mind on Other Things' ended up going so much better than expected. After Tony left, they found a restaurant to eat in. The faces of Brad Hammond and Carrie Turner had flashed through Michelle's mind, so she double and tripled-checked that no one she knew was being served. Their conversation centered around Tony, which, as far as Michelle was concerned, was a perfectly fine topic to spend three hours discussing. Eventually, her friends, who she figured, were just tired of talking about Tony, told her she needed sleep for her 'big date' tomorrow, and they all took cabs home.
She was just mentally going through her closet, in hopes of deciding what she should where on her date, when the phone rang. This broke her out of her daydream, but she had no intention of answering it, if CTU needed her, they always contacted her by her cell. She threw her purse onto the couch and sat down to take her heels off, her feet were killing her. She stretched out on the couch as her machine clicked on.
"Hey Michelle, it's Tony." Michelle was immediately in a sitting position. "Uh, listen, I know your still out with your friends, but call me and let me know if 7's okay for tomorrow night. Uh...yeah. Okay, bye."
By now Michelle was already dialing the phone.
"Almeida." He picked up right away.
"Hey." She was smiling so big that she figured he could hear it on the other end.
"Hey. I wasn't expecting to hear from you so soon." Tony told her, perfectly fine with hearing from her right away.
"I was just walking in." Michelle said, cursing herself for not waiting a least ten minutes before calling. Can you say: desperate?
"So, how did 'Mission: Make Michelle Think About Other Things' go?" Tony laughed.
She giggled and didn't even bother correcting him, he was pretty close anyway. "My friends thought I needed it."
"Because of..." Tony let his words drift off, Michelle would know what he was talking about.
"Yeah." She confirmed. When silence followed she added. "So, 7's good."
"Okay. I'll pick you up then."
"See you tomorrow," Tony said, and then, "And, I'll come up with something other than 'see you tomorrow' by then."
Michelle laughed. "Bye." She hung up and got ready for bed. Originally, she was going to pick out an outfit for the date before she went to sleep, but she decided she would definitely need something to occupy her tomorrow. If she didn't, there was no doubt in her mind, she'd be ready by noon. Michelle flicked the light off and crawled into bed. She sighed contently and willed sleep to come.
Tony hung up the phone. He couldn't stop smiling. Never, in a million years, did he think this was going to happen. In his dreams, of course, no doubt about it, but never for real. He was going out with Michelle. Tomorrow night. Now all he had to do was wait until tomorrow. Wait. He hated the word. Eventually, he decided that sleep was the best way to eat up some time. He was wrong. He laid awake for hours before he finally fell asleep.
So this was better. Michelle had figured that she would be dressed and ready for the date by noon. It was noon now and after three hours, she had her outfit picked, complete with matching shoes, purse, and jewelery.
Now what am I going to do? She eventually opted to watch Friends. It was her favourite show and she owned all the DVD box sets available. It could always make her laugh no matter how she was feeling. She usually watched it after a particularly rough day a work, to get her mind off everything that happened so she could sleep. And that's exactly what she had done a couple days ago. It took seven episodes before her exhaustion overcame her and she fell asleep to Joey doing lunges while wearing all of Chandler's clothes. Yeah, this'll help, she thought as she popped a disc in.
It was ten to seven and Michelle, proud of not being ready hours earlier, had just applied her lip gloss and sat down on her couch to wait. There was a knock at her apartment door at, what seemed like hours later, and was, in fact, only eight minutes. With one last check in the mirror she grabbed her purse and opened the door. Her smiled slipped off her face. He muttered a hello and pushed his way inside. It wasn't Tony. It was Danny.
"Danny, what are you doing here?" Michelle asked a little hysterically. She followed him to her couch where he made himself comfortable.
"And hello to you too." He said sarcastically. He heaved an enormous sigh. "Carmen won't let me talk to the kids."
"Danny, not exactly the best time," Michelle hinted, motioning to her outfit.
Danny glared up at her. "Where are you going?" He demanded, rather than asked.
"I have a date," she replied defensively. Did she ever miss the old Danny.
He rolled his eyes and stood up. "Well, I'm sorry I bothered you." He began to walk away in a huff.
"Danny," Michelle whispered and grabbed his arm.
Tony got to the door just as Danny roughly pulled his arm away from her. Neither noticed he was there.
"You know, I came here because I'm going through hell. I figured if anyone would be there for me, it would be you," Danny was yelling now. He shrugged, "Guess I was wrong."
"I'm here for you!" Michelle attempted to refrain from yelling, but it wasn't working. "Don't you dare say I'm not! Do you know how many hours I have listened to you feel sorry for yourself in the last month? Huh?" She took a deep breath and continued in a calmer voice. "I'm sorry you're going through hell Danny. I really am. But-"
"And you should be!" Danny bellowed, cutting her off.
Michelle looked at him questionly.
"Your the reason this is happening." He said in an I-can't-believe-I-actually-have-to-tell-you-this voice.
"What?" Michelle had a feeling where this was going. Her eyes were stinging, she was trying hard to prevent the tears she knew were about to come.
"Oh, don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about Michelle!" Danny said with frustration. When she remained silent he continued. "Do you think this would have happened if you hadn't introduced me to that bitch? Huh?"
Tony couldn't believe what he was hearing. He wanted to beat the living crap out of this guy. He looked over at Michelle. A couple tears ran down her perfect face and his heart broke into a million pieces.
"Danny," She whispered her voice breaking. "I didn't-"
"Yeah, well, it happened. And now my wife won't talk to me, she won't let me talk to my kids, I don't have a job." He paused as he glared at her. "And now, you, being the cause of all of this, can't even be there for me because, you-what? Have better things to do?" His eyes shot daggers at her.
Michelle was crying now. "Danny-" She attempted again.
"Save it." Danny whispered fiercely. He shook his head. "And, you don't have to worry. I won't be bothering you again." With that, he turned and stomped out the door with a rough, "Excuse me," to Tony as he pushed past.
Tony turned backed to Michelle, after convincing himself that she wouldn't want him to beat her brother to a pulp, to find her with her eyes squinted shut as the tears continued to fall down her face. He watched as she took a deep breath, checked her watch and began to wipe her tears, although it was useless as more kept coming. She turned slightly and caught sight of Tony. She looked at him and for a second the tears stopped completely. Her head fell to one side as she took a shaky breath. "Saw all that?" She asked quietly.
Tony nodded. "Yeah," he whispered.
Michelle opened her mouth to speak, but tears began to fall harder and faster. "He's usually-I didn't know-I didn't think she would-he would-I-"
Tony walked over to her a pulled her into a hug. "Shhh...it's okay," he whispered into her ear. The pieces of his already broken heart broke into even tinier piece.
The tears slowed down after couple of minutes and her breathing was now semi-normal. "He's right." She whispered into Tony's chest.
"Hey," Tony said firmly. He cupped the sides of her face in his hands and gently forced her to look at him. "It is not your fault, Michelle, and don't, for a second, let him make you believe that." A single tear left her eye and she smiled slightly. He wiped the tear with his thumb.
"You must be tired of comforting me after my brother makes me cry, huh?" She gave a shaky laugh as she put her head back against his chest. He responded by stroking her hair, which, by the way, was something he had wanted to do since the moment he's laid eyes on her.
After a few Michelle's eyes went wide and she pulled away slightly. "Oh my God, we're not going to be late for any reservation or anything right?" She asked realizing it was almost twenty-five after seven.
Tony shook his head. "It doesn't matter," he whispered, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her eyebrows contracted in protest. "You can't be in the mood to go out anymore."
"But-" Michelle started.
"It's okay," he whispered as he let his forehead rest against hers. He brought a hand to her cheek and gently stroked it with his thumb. He watched as Michelle's eyes closed at his touch. He softly kissed her cheek and saw her lips slowly curve into a smile. "You look beautiful by that way." He told her.
Her eyes slowly opened and her smile grew. "What about 'dinner and a movie'?" She asked, still smiling.
"Actually, I have a secret," he looked suspiciously to one side, as if expecting to see someone standing there, attempting to here what he was about to say. He looked back at Michelle.
Michelle, still smiling, narrowed her eyes slightly and fought the urge to look where Tony just had.
Tony leaned in closer, and Michelle, curiousity growing by the second, leaned in to. "There's a couple great things I know about. They're called Take-Out," Michelle sighed with mock frustration and pulled away slightly making Tony laugh, "and Blockbuster." Michelle rolled her eyes. "You were real excited there for a sec," he pointed at her. He stopped laughing and for a few seconds they just stared adoringly at each other. "So, what do you say?" Tony whispered.
Michelle nodded, smiling. "Yeah, I'm so excited!" She giggled. Her eyes went wide and she gasped. "Oh my God! Can I wear my pajamas?" She asked excitedly. Tony laughed. "No, seriously." Michelle nudged him slightly.
Tony stared into her eyes, biting his lip. "One condition," he replied softly, stepping in closer.
"What?" Michelle asked, smiling. Although, she was pretty sure what it was.
Tony moved his face close to hers. "Gotta kiss me," he whispered with a half smile that made Michelle melt. He moved his lips towards hers.
"And if I don't?" Michelle giggled.
With his lips now touching hers he replied softly, "Then you can't wear your pajamas." He covered her mouth with his and kissed her passionately.
"I'll kiss you again if you let me get chic flicks." Michelle said with a cheeky smile when they stopped for a breath.
Tony snorted, "No way." He leaned in again, but Michelle, with an even bigger smile, turned her head to the side so he got her cheek instead.
She laughed as he tried his best to look mad. They stared at each other for a second until Tony couldn't stand it any more. He sighed. "Fine."
"Yay!" Michelle squealed in triumph. "You can kiss me now," she informed him.
"Chic Flicks," he muttered in disgust as he leaned in once more.